It was a quiet night at the Dragon Clan’s compound. The compound was big, with tall walls and guarded gates, decorated with dragon symbols everywhere. Inside, the leader of the Dragon Clan and his closest men were having a meeting. The air was tense, but no one knew that danger was coming.
A group of silent assassins moved like shadows, sneaking past the guards and slipping into the compound. They were quick, skilled, and deadly. No one saw them coming. Inside the meeting room, the leader was caught off guard. In a matter of moments, the assassins attacked. The fight was fast and fierce, swords clashing, people falling. The leader tried to escape, but it was too late. He was struck down.
The little Xian that had been asleep was now awake and hiding.
As the room filled with chaos, one of the assassins stood back and watched, his tiger tattoo glowing in the dim light. He was the one who had led the attack, and now, with the leader of the Dragon Clan gone, his mission was complete. Without a word, they disappeared into the night.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjGTVC6WDc7
13 years later
Lin was standing alone in her dojo, the sunlight filtering in through the windows and casting shadows on the floor. Two swords in her hands, they felt heavy but familiar.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdmKlL69fS
She’d been training since she was little, and it showed. At 16, Lin was already better than most. Her face was calm, eyes focused as she practiced her routine again and again. Sweat dripped down her forehead, but she didn’t stop. She was pushing herself, because she had to.
Lin had always felt like something was waiting for her, something big. She didn’t know exactly what happened all those years ago when the Dragon Clan leader was killed, not yet. But she had a feeling that night would catch up to her one way or another. Maybe it already was.
After finishing her routine, Lin stopped, catching her breath. She stood still for a moment, swords in hand.
She heard a familiar clap behind her. She turned, and there he was.
Her uncle, a quiet monk who had taken her in when her father died. He’d been the one to raise her, teach her, and guide her ever since that terrible night, 13 years ago. 12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3udosIvdiU
He had seen everything. the attack, the chaos, and the loss. But instead of letting that destroy him, he chose to keep going, to protect Lin, and to pass on his knowledge to her.
"You’ve done well," he said, his voice calm but proud.
Lin wiped the sweat off her brow, giving him a small smile. “Thanks, Uncle.”
He nodded, watching her with a mix of pride and concern. He knew she was ready for something big. It was only a matter of time before her past would catch up to her. But for now, she was ready.
Her father’s death had shaped her, and though she didn’t know all the details of what happened that night, she knew enough to understand that it wasn’t over. Whatever was coming, Lin was prepared.
She raised her swords, ready for the next round of training.
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