Notes

Kneeling before Master Sona, I felt completely foolish. Here I was, an assassin seeking refuge, in the heart of the Supports. My people destroyed theirs. It was a hopeless attempt but I knew I could not survive in the Rift alone.

"I am sorry, Aaron of the Assassins, but we cannot allow you to leave alive. Your people have caused us all great pain in the Assault. You will be executed tomorrow morning, unless someone vouches for you," Master Sona announced. After a moment, he lowers his voice and finishes with, "I am sorry."

After hearing the inevitable, I risked glancing around the room. All the Supports looked at me curiously. I must not have been what they were expecting when the guard announced a lone Assassin had arrived. Everyone stayed silent and I bowed my head. No one would vouch for my safety, why would they? What had I done to earn their trust?

Suddenly, a cloaked figure burst through the doors, stumbling and coughing. The guard who let me in seemed baffled and just trailed the person into the hall, making no attempt to stop them. The intruder stopped before Master Sona, catching their breath.

"What is the meaning of this?" Master Sona exclaimed.

"Sir." The guard kneeled. "I'm not sure, it just ran right through us, dodged all our attacks but made no attempt to attack back."

The figure finally looked up, and she, I knew it was a she now, looked straight at me. She rasped, sounding like she had sprinted her and she probably had. "I... I... Vouch... For... Him..." She managed to get out before collapsing. Her arrival confused the whole room, myself included. Whispers echoed through the halls. Who was she, and why did she vouch for me?

Master Sona had the same question. "Well, Taric, check her Mark." I was curious to move closer, but Master Sona shot me a glare and I froze.

The guard, Taric, moved over and checked the black Mark imprinted on her forearm. He looked up, looking more confused then before, if that were even possible.

"She's an Assassin, Master." The news was stunning. One of my own, escaping the Assault? It was impossible to believe. Allen had converted everyone. Besides, no one knew I was hear. Master Sona wasn't convinced either.

"The Assassins are tricky, but they are not stupid. They would not attempt to make a vouch in the cohorts of the Supports where they are not welcome. " Master Sona moved over to the girl, who was quite still but I could tell she was breathing. He took out a Spell Binder from his pocket and placed it on the girl. I recognized it immediately; a True Reveal Spell Binder.

The Spell Binder activated, and the girl rose up off the ground. Small circles of light enveloped her, slowly changing her appearances. Her hood fell back revealing light brown hair, but that quickly changed to her real raven black. Her cloak was now a clear, sharp evergreen, now devoid of all the dirt that had covered it. As she crumpled back onto the ground, Master Sona checked her Mark again and his eyes widened. Mine must've looked the same, because after the True Reveal, I recognized her now.

Though he attempted to hide his discovery, Taric had already seen it over his shoulder. They exchanged a glance, and Master Sona cleared his throat, stealing himself to make the announcement that would change everything.

"She's a Marksman."

Chaos erupted through the Support Chambers. A marksmen, alive? Every support had felt their bond break, or at least that's what they all said. Master Sona managed to calm everyone down before turning back to me. My thoughts had already been confirmed, and I was completely dazed.

"The Supports value the trust of a Marksman, and since she did vouch for you, you will be kept alive until we learn more. Please enjoy our hospitality. Janna will lead you to your quarters. " With that, he continued to stare at the Marksmen symbol.

A girl wielding a tall and slim staff stepped forward, those her eyes were glued onto the new found Marksman. To be fair, so was everyone else's. When she finally looked at me, she put on a smile. I didn't blame her; the Assault has most likely killed her Marksman partner. Janna had a right to hate me. Nevertheless, she led me up to a small, comfy suite. She left shortly after, and left me to peace.