Alina's P.O.V

I was just heading off to my first class. Just then, the principal announced something on the intercom.

P: Alina Jones, please report to the principal's office at once.

So I headed staright for the principal's office.

*Narrator* Alina reached the office.

A: You called, Mrs Brown.

MB: Ah, yes. Alina, please sit.

A: *Sits hesitantly*

MB: So Alina, have you heard of the school legend?

A: No.

MB: It's not your fault. That story had been forgotten long ago.

Principal Brown was a 52 year old woman with warm brown eyes and a straight composture. No doubt she would remember this school myth and be the principal.

MB: Long ago, there were twelve children who were the best of friends. These were no ordinary children. Each of them possessed a certain power, personality and skill. They decided to build this building with their own hands. They built this building for a purpose. It was disguised as a high school but folks used to say there was a secret chamber under this very school. The young adults formed a group that ..... assasinated. They called themselves the assasins. They had to fight another mysterious group of criminals. They found out that the 'criminals' were actually aliens that took on human form. The aliens always stole materials like petrol, limestone and tar. The aliens were actually using the materials to create an all powerful weapon to destroy Earth. The assasins managed to stop them in time. Some say they died in the process, some say they continued their lives as normal adults, nobody knows.

A: And why are you telling me this?

MB: Because, Alina. The aliens have returned.

A: What! You're joking. How can you possibly know?

MB: Alina, I am an assasin. Or I studied the path of the assasins.

A: WHAT!

MB: Alina, I would stop them myself but I am far too old.

A: Wait, what were the assasins' names?

MB: Arthur Kane, Thomas Temple, Gloria McKenzie, Camila Castle, Lalia Osborn, Valerian Crawford, Lawrance Summers, Sabine Gladstone, Scotts Bradshaw, Charlene Hampton, Alexender Christian and Pedro Brown.

A: So you're the...

MB: Yes, Alina. I am Phoebe Brown, the descendant of Pedro.

A: So why am I here?

MB: Alina, you are the the next assasin. You're friends have showed great promise too.

A: But I just got here!

MB: Exactly. And yet you have showned your love for water and quirky personality of Alexender Christian.

A: I-I. What do I need to do?

MB: Save the world of course. But in long terms so not as much pressure. Oh, and each off the assasins represent a zodiac sign so there are some risks.

A: Like?

MB: LIke death, for instance. It would be like invited someone into your mind and letting them partially control it.

A: So... what sign do I represent?

MB: Aquarius.

A: Really? That MY zodiac sign. Cool!

MB: So would you like to become an assasin?

A: Well, yeah. I guess.

MB: Good! Training starts after school tommorow.

*Narrator* Alina stands up to leave the room.

MB: Oh, and Alina?

A: Yes, Principal?

MB: Don't tell your friends.

A: Okay.

*Narrator* Alina leaves the room.

Phoebe sighs and looks at the nearby mantel. On top of the mantel was a photoframe. The photo was a picture of her and her grandfather. It was the last picture they took together before some rogue aliens attacked. Pedro had died protecting her. She had barely gotten out alive. Since then, she had been an orphan.

MB: I'll make you proud, Grandfather.