DISCLAIMER!!!—Tira, facts from story, and some quotes are not me, but belong to Soulcalibur III !!! J

Please enjoy reading, as I enjoy the writingy parts.(I know writingy isn't a word.)

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Chapter 1- the beginning

It was the middle of the night when the child began to cry. Flames exploded through the door into her room, slowing spreading across the carpet. Her mother ran in grabbing her precious baby, trying to find an escape—anything to save her precious daughter. The smoke became intoxicating. Air was slipping away with each breath, and then was replaced by the smoke's poison. The mother's skin was staining from the soot. She panicked and quickly ran to the window, slowing climbing out to make an escape. Her foot touched the grass as faintness was just reaching her. The mother fell to the grass weakly. The baby cried, lying in the grass by her mother as people and hoses screamed in the distance.

Tira smiled. It was the day to prove her skills to the leaders of the Bird of Passage. She was ten years old and this had become her first mission. The Bird of Passage was the name of the most infamous, underground organization in history. It was known for its contracts with powerful, well-known people to have their enemies secretly disposed of by the organizations most elite assassins. Tira had been raised by the assassins. She'd been training since before she could remember. Now she was ten years old, having the skills of thirty-year-old, well experienced assassin. Surely she would prove to be the Bird of Passage's most elite and powerful assassin in time. But today…today was the day she could prove to them she had what it takes to be their top liquidator.

After given the orders, under contract, she disappeared promptly. Her target was the son of a man, who'd become a threat to the seniority of Europe, planning to overthrow the leader of the organization and put an end to it for good. The leader, whence learning of such plans, had made plans of his own. What better way to destroy a man, than to destroy his flesh and blood?

Tira shivered with excitement in the moonlight as she watched the candles dim in the edifice the over-thrower retained. Her luminous, amaranthine eyes glistened with excitement. She entered threw a window sotto voce, utilizing the basic skill of silence first taught to her by the Bird of Passage when she was four. Soon, Tira found herself in the son's room. He stirred in his sleep the door creaked open. The boy was but sixteen of age with light wheat colored hair. Tira stepped closer looking at him. Her lustrous violet eyes studied him. Her heart pounded quickly. She leaned close to him—close to his ear.

"Don't worry…" She began in the faintest, harmonious voice. She leaned closer to him as his eyes began to slowly open. "I'm not going to take anything but you're life." She whispered. The boy swiftly turned around with large eyes. The image stained tira's mind as her heart beat became quicker once more.

Candles were lit and the glow moved between windows to the boys room. There was a cry of terror, then…silence. Tira smiled while watching from a tree near the domain. Blood dripped down her cheek. Beginning to disappear once again into the shadows of the Bird of Passage, Tira smiled as she heard once more the cry of heart broken anguish.