Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
It was a long standing tradition of fighting and killing. It was always done but it was the means in which it was done that always changed. Those used to do such things, always changing. The dark underbelly of the world was never the same, yet the unwritten laws and morals of it seemed to always been kept in check. Nothing wrong with a little check and balance going on with killers and thieves. It kept even the darker ones at a respectful mindset.
Never had to be in the darker part of the world to understand what they were once they reached it. Everyone just seemed to know. There was one killer that seemed to be in charge of the rest but there was always killers that were growing in strength and rising through the shadows. So long as no one reached for the top, everyone got along. So long as no one crossed another, everyone got along. It was that simple. If one got a job, they did the job. It was work but it was also a lifestyle that couldn't just be taken off when one showers. It was stuck to them like a second shadow. Some were even born into it, into the life that was nothing but shadows and darkness.
There were many who had been born to that underbelly so it wasn't a surprise when another family was reported to have another child on the way. It was rare for a family to survive so long in the darkness of killers but then again, they didn't bother anyone. They did their work and went home. It was a job.
They had one child already who had succeeded in reaching the age of twenty. All members of the family trained until that age before being allowed to take a job, no matter how good their natural talent was. The boy had become a man after his first job. He had completed it with no faults. A good start.
A second child was gifted to the family. A girl who when born, hair was black as night. As she grew, she showed strengths in many parts of her training but as she grew older, that long black hair began to change. It became lighter. By the time she had reached the age of twenty, her hair was pure white with soft hints of grey in it. There was no reason for the change, the doctors couldn't figure out why it had happened. She was a health female in all regards.
By this age, her mother and father were elderly and no longer taking on jobs. They had retired in peace up in the mountains where no one bothered them, letting them be as not many in this life reach such an age. Her brother had disappeared from her life only two years prior to her coming of age. It was time for her to take a job and she did just that. One after the other. When she reached the age of twenty five, she had already completely over three hundred jobs. No one remembered what she looked like anymore, just that she had white hair. She kept to herself, kept away from the underbelly but still accepted the jobs when they came across her way.
In plain view of the world, she owned a small store that sold various items from books to antiques. Her home, right above it. It kept her busy and away from the jobs that truly didn't need her attention. Her name was Serina but in the underbelly, white tiger, or white dragon was often used. Names she often ignored. She wasn't ashamed of who she was or her family but simply lived. Lived simply. Jobs were good but she enjoyed her little store.
Yet being apart from the underbelly for so long, things had begun to change that she wasn't aware of. Dangerous things.
It was early fall and the leaves had not fallen yet. Their colors matching the night sky as the sun drifts down. It was a wonderful sight and one she had a clear view of from her store windows. It was time to do some dusting so in her old jeans and her comfy t-shirt, she started the task of dusting the entire story. She didn't have other employees and that suited her. With her mind on the task, she let it distract her while she waited for any customers to turn up.
Never had to be in the darker part of the world to understand what they were once they reached it. Everyone just seemed to know. There was one killer that seemed to be in charge of the rest but there was always killers that were growing in strength and rising through the shadows. So long as no one reached for the top, everyone got along. So long as no one crossed another, everyone got along. It was that simple. If one got a job, they did the job. It was work but it was also a lifestyle that couldn't just be taken off when one showers. It was stuck to them like a second shadow. Some were even born into it, into the life that was nothing but shadows and darkness.
There were many who had been born to that underbelly so it wasn't a surprise when another family was reported to have another child on the way. It was rare for a family to survive so long in the darkness of killers but then again, they didn't bother anyone. They did their work and went home. It was a job.
They had one child already who had succeeded in reaching the age of twenty. All members of the family trained until that age before being allowed to take a job, no matter how good their natural talent was. The boy had become a man after his first job. He had completed it with no faults. A good start.
A second child was gifted to the family. A girl who when born, hair was black as night. As she grew, she showed strengths in many parts of her training but as she grew older, that long black hair began to change. It became lighter. By the time she had reached the age of twenty, her hair was pure white with soft hints of grey in it. There was no reason for the change, the doctors couldn't figure out why it had happened. She was a health female in all regards.
By this age, her mother and father were elderly and no longer taking on jobs. They had retired in peace up in the mountains where no one bothered them, letting them be as not many in this life reach such an age. Her brother had disappeared from her life only two years prior to her coming of age. It was time for her to take a job and she did just that. One after the other. When she reached the age of twenty five, she had already completely over three hundred jobs. No one remembered what she looked like anymore, just that she had white hair. She kept to herself, kept away from the underbelly but still accepted the jobs when they came across her way.
In plain view of the world, she owned a small store that sold various items from books to antiques. Her home, right above it. It kept her busy and away from the jobs that truly didn't need her attention. Her name was Serina but in the underbelly, white tiger, or white dragon was often used. Names she often ignored. She wasn't ashamed of who she was or her family but simply lived. Lived simply. Jobs were good but she enjoyed her little store.
Yet being apart from the underbelly for so long, things had begun to change that she wasn't aware of. Dangerous things.
It was early fall and the leaves had not fallen yet. Their colors matching the night sky as the sun drifts down. It was a wonderful sight and one she had a clear view of from her store windows. It was time to do some dusting so in her old jeans and her comfy t-shirt, she started the task of dusting the entire story. She didn't have other employees and that suited her. With her mind on the task, she let it distract her while she waited for any customers to turn up.