The screams that filled the night air startled the blonde as she jumped up from where she was crouched, the silver dagger clutched tightly in her hand. Blood dripped from a wound in her shoulder, her wild hair was a mess, and her chocolate colored eyes glanced around frantically.

From around the corner came a tall, lanky brunette boy who grabbed the blonde's hand, jerking her around as he ran. The two ran from the scene, their footsteps the only thing that could be heard in the silent night. 

Finally, they came upon a lonesome cottage out in the middle of a field.Throwing up the front door, the boy pushed the girl into the house, pushing it closed and locking all three of it's locks. The boy bent over and placed his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

"Gareth? Gisella? What in the world has happened?" Ginny asked as she entered the small room, tiny little Gally in her arms as Gale clutched her dress tightly in her fists.

"The girl screamed," Gareth muttered, standing up straight and walking forwards, taking Gale into his arms.

It never seemed to surprise Gisella how much the siblings looked alike. All four of them shared their parents stick-straight brown hair, signature emerald colored eyes and tanned skin. Often enough Gisella felt singled out with her wavy blonde mess, dull brown eyes, and ghostly pale skin. 

"I thought you said you would be careful," Ginny hissed through clenched teeth, her gaze directed straight towards Gisella who stood by the doorway, her back pressing against the cold wood. "I was told the girl would not be harmed."

"She got in the way Ginny," Gisella muttered from where she stood, running a hand through her golden locks. 

"She was a child," the second oldest of the children present practically yelled, her emerald gaze welling up with unshed tears. 

"And she saw our faces," Gareth defended. He flicked his head to the side, signalling to Gisella to leave the room and cleanup. She knew Gareth didn't want her present during another fight, but it wasn't new to her. Whenever a fight between Gareth and Ginny was to break out, Gisella was to evacuate the room.

The blonde pressed her lips into a thin line to keep herself from saying anything, merely nodding. Throwing the dagger down on the table, she pushed passed the four siblings and down the hall to the bathroom. She stopped in front of the door, listening to the two people she had called her siblings her entire life fight.

"She is corrupting this family," Ginny snapped, her voice low.

"This family was already corrupted," Gareth defended, anger evident in his voice. "If we were part of the upper classes we wouldn't have to be killing to make any money."

"Do not pin this on me," Ginny growled out. "I am not marrying a man for money, no matter what anyone says."

"Then this life that you call corrupt, is our only way of making a li-"

Gisella pushed her way into the bathroom, closing the door and cutting off all sound from the other room. Inside the bathroom was a basin recently filled with warm water, which was cooling slightly. Stripping from her blood-stained clock and dress, Gisella slipped into the lukewarm water, drawing her legs up to her chest.

She new what her and Gareth were doing was wrong, but she couldn't help it. Assassination was the only way she felt close to her biological parent, both who had been assassins in the Rosenill region. It was a risk being an assassin in to Rosenill region, especially in the kingdom of Piriza, where assassins were very rare and if caught, they got the most extreme of punishments.

When Gisella exited from the bathroom a merely thirty minutes later, the house was quiet and the candles were burning low. She guessed everyone had went to sleep, except for Gareth who often worked out in the fields or in the barn late at night after a mission. 

The blonde slipped into her room, one that she had shared with the eldest of all the siblings, Gwendolyn. Gwen had gone missing months before Gisella learned of her lineage and before her and Gareth were pulled into their first mission. Ginny had suspected that Gwen had been an assassin, which is own the others had found the only surviving Wielder and those she called family. Gareth had suspected that Gwen had run off with some lover from Maldivia. Gisella just wanted Gwen back, for she had been the one Corder child that she had been close with. 

Gisella slipped into bed and pulled the ratted, old covers up to her chin. Her gaze moved towards the empty bed across from her, the covers made and the pillows freshly fluffed, the way it had been when Gwen had first disappeared. 

Moonlight filtered in through the window, casting a silverish glow on the wooden floor. Her brown eyes were drawn to the glow, lost deep in her own thoughts. It wasn't until a shadow passed over the room, causing the moonlight to disappear did Gisella snap out of her thoughts. Shooting up out of bed, she pressed herself close to the wall as the window opened.

Prepared to scream, Gisella found herself making a dash for the door. Before her tiny fist could enclose around the doorknob, she was yanked backwards, a hand clamped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. The blonde thrashed around, trying to kick at the person holding her, but he managed to keep himself away from her. Gisella's eye landed on the extra silver dagger on the wooden table in her room.

Taking the rash decision that formed i n her mind into action, Gisella bit down hard on her attacker's hand, feeling the warm blood seep into her mouth, causing her to nearly gag on the metallic taste. Her attacker yelled and pulled back, allowing Gisella to lunge forwards and grab the dagger. Spinning around on her heels, Gisella pointed the knife at her attacker.

"Morgan?" she breathed out, dropping the dagger and rushing towards the man's side. "What the hell? You could have just knocked on the door."

The dark skinned man smiled a pained smile towards the blonde, clutching his bleeding hand. Reaching under her bed, Gisella pulled out the the small leather bag filled with supplies to clean cuts. "Your sister does not like me very much."

It was true. Anyone within the assassin world was not a favorite of Ginny's, Morgan included. Morgan owned a shop at the Marketplaza  but he was also the one in charge of the assassins stationed in Piriza.

Morgan pressed a shiny, metallic object into the palm of Gisella's hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "This is your mission now, Gisella," he said, his voice a raspy whisper. "You parents did not succeed in helping the revolution rise, but you... you have potential dear Weilder."

"What if I fail?" Gisella asked, fear spiking in the pit of her stomach. She knew failing was not an option, but she had to ask.

"You die," Morgan merely whispered, causing the blood in Gisella's veins to run cold. She had no idea who it was that would kill her. The royal family? The loyalists?

"What is it that I must do?" Gisella inquired curiously, closing her fist around the object. By the feel of it, she could tell it was some sort of weapon, the weapon she would have to use to kill another person, a seemingly innocent person, one who stood in the way of a revolution. Of a New World.

"The crowned prince, Alexander," Morgan said. Before Gisella could speak, the dark skinned man stood and stalked towards the window, leaving the way he came in. The blonde watched his retreating figure until it disappeared into the night air before her gaze went down to the object in her hand. It was a dagger, made of shiny metal material. On the handle was a carved letter; W.

Gisella traced her finger over the carved letter, feeling the smoothness in which it was cut. Standing up, Gisella walked towards her bed, where she tucked the dagger neatly under her pillow. Turning around, she closed the window, pulling the curtains to cover it up. Turning back towards her bed, Gisella climbed in and pulled the blankets back up to her chin, closing her dull brown eyes before drifting off and a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: 

So here is the first chapter of Princess Gisella. It is not the best, even I will admit but it is the first chapter after all.

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