November 17, 1421 - Beijing

     I am sure that Marcella can see her mistake. I can. To let me, a creature with so much resentment and hatred for the world, train with a former Mongol solider, who craves death as much as I do, is surely an oversight on her part. In the two years we have spent here, I have learned very little about him.

     I thought that when he took me out alone, I would find answers to the many questions he has left me with but instead we slaughtered our way across the city. He said very little that wasn’t about war, tactics, and survival. But I must admit the way his smile twisted when he tore that villager’s limbs from his body was unnerving. It made me wonder if I looked that frightening, if I was, in fact, watching the future me. Part of me was concerned but a bigger part was intrigued.