Prologue? Introduction? Ah hell just the first part of my life before the start of the story.

So here we are my life told through these pages for all those who wish to read it. Not that I hope this really gets out for people to read, but I was convinced by someone long ago to write everything about my long life. I’ve discovered over the years that it’s never easy writing about the people you knew and once were your friends, your family, those you loved more than life itself and even your old enemies. But then again it is nice remembering the good ol’ times, sort of. My name is Amaru Singen I was born in the city of Heaspicus the most northern city in the Empire of Linhoah. My mother was a whore at the time working at a brothel that the nobles and the rich often visited.

I’d like to think it was fate when my father came in when he did but it wasn’t. The Thieves Guild knew he had chosen to come on the some weeks after my mother was paid to stop taking the sea flow weed that prevented pregnancies by them. They knew my father would buy her services because she was the best and most beautiful that the brothel had to offer. For several weeks my father visited her almost every night till he left back for the capital. The night he left was the night she left the brothel to the Thieves Guild too wait out her pregnancy. You must be wondering why my mother would need to be paid to get pregnant by some rich man. My father wasn’t simple a rich man he was of noble blood and the heir to the throne.

By imperial law I was supposed to be killed at birth because my father was of noble blood. The other was because my mother like most whores used a special plant called sea flow that prevented women from getting pregnant. Yah I know nice and dramatic right well it’s the truth. So here were the two ways that I should have not been born one by death and the other because of a stupid plant that prevents pregnancy. As I said before my mother was a whore, but not just any whore she was a very expensive whore. My father was at the time Heir Prince to the throne of the Empire. Yes this is all true my mother had sex with the Prince and managed to get herself pregnant. The story that I was told was that the Prince Darlesh Singen had come to visit his slightly older cousin Marcus Gealen who also at the time was the heir to the barony. One night they both were feeling particularly horny so they went into the city to the local brothel. After that the story of my birth is really bland I was born during that following summer. My birth managed to be kept hidden by some very resourceful people I will tell you about later.

You must be wondering how these people and my mother the whore knew I was the son of the prince. Well I’ll give you the short version of the story. Well first off no one told anyone who I was but the Empire had another way to find out. It involves an old legend about the old gods. It was said when the Empire first came into power the gods blessed the New Emperor a golden sign on his left arm. The sign had the symbols of the three ruling gods Jerhiram, Jalhàmar, and Valàh. Jerhiam told the Emperor that he and his first born would have the symbol on his arm. And so all Emperor’s and Empress’s would know that there first born whether male or female would have the symbol of the gods. But Jerhiam knew that sometimes even the first born might die before he or she might have an heir themselves. So he also degreed the symbol would go to the next child born that was in line for the throne.

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Of course when my half-sister was born she did not have the symbol on her arm. Darlesh knew that he had a child out there somewhere among the one of the many whores that he had sex with before he married. So Darlesh’s mother Empress Laquesh sent out her personal assassin to find and kill both the mother and child of her son’s bastard. When my mother had heard of the birth of Darlesh’s daughter she knew she had to hide her son. So she went to the only person she could trust who happen to be a thief and his partner. This thief and his partner took in children who where orphaned or who’s parents had abandoned them. They in turn taught them how to be thieves themselves and how to defend themselves. And so they took me in the youngest child to ever join the two thieves.

Thanks to my father it didn’t take long for the assassin to find my mother. When the assassin found my mother he tortured her to find out where she had hidden me. But my mother knowing that they assassin would do anything in his power to find me took had started taking a poison that took days to kill someone. I don’t know what she said if anything to the assassin before dying but because of her sacrifice I lived and would someday be the greatest threat to Darlesh and his throne.

My childhood was happy enough but like most of the children that came to both Lucas and John we never knew the love of are parent or just didn’t remember it. As I grew I would learn the many ways to steal from an unsuspecting target, how to get into homes without being seen or heard, how to pick locks and safe, and many other things Lucas deemed necessary. From John I would learn how to use the bow and arrow, swords, throwing knives, and a little bit about knife fitting. The two were an odd pair for a couple of thieves and they had and what would seem an odd look about how thieves should act. If the term ‘honest as a den of thieves’ was ever meant for anyone it was those two. They told us never to steal from the poor and our neighbors, and since we had the skill to do it we were also to protect our neighbors as best we could. When I felt the time was right I moved out of the hideout and made it out on my own. But I still needed a place to keep up my skill with the bow and arrow, swords, and throwing knives so I also found my way back.

Now you must be wondering why in the hell would I be the hero of this story he’s a freaking thief right? Well I understand yes my moral compass doesn’t exactly work on that particular level but we did a lot of good for the poor. Yes I know you must be scratching your head wondering how in the hell does a bunch of thieves be good for the poor. Well let me explain it to you.

Long ago after the Rift Wars had ended the Black Council took control over the Empire with the leave my home at such a young age. Well I can tell you one of the reasons was because of a girl when I meet when I was thirteen. Hey don’t give me that look, yes I left partially because of a girl. Like I said that was one of the reasons I left but not the main reason. At first this girl and I were just friends. Eventually I grew to love this girl but her mother and father were not exactly approving of my past.  And so here is where short my pre-story to the actual story ends. But let me end this prologue, introduction or whatever the hell you want to call it with this one little note. Life’s a bitch.

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Author's notes

I already have several chapters pre-written but since it has be so long since I have actually written on this story I am going to be rereading it myself and editing it. All work will be do in word first then copy pasted here.