Synopsis:
Trained in the secret assassination group "Children of Shahati", Yangcha always obeys all the commands of his master, Tagon, without much questioning and thinking. He's emotionless and heartless, the results of his training in that group...
English is not my first language. I translate my write using google translate. 😅 So i apologize in advance for any mistake you will probably spot in my write.
This story is a fan fiction from Korean Drama Arthdal Chronicles. You can watch it at Netflix. . . . ◇◇◇
Father? Mother?
I do not know them. I've never even seen their faces. I was surrounded by people in white hoodie with black tongues, so do i.
Everyone calls us Children of Shahati.
We are an assassination group of White Mountain Tribe. We can also do the job of whoever pays us. Our job is not just to kill, sometimes there are those who assign kidnappings, torture, theft and whatever they order. Once we get the order, we will continue to carry out that and carry it out completely. We don't care about anything, not even our lives. Even the one who gave that order cannot undo or change it.
Since we were a kids, some even since were babies, we were trained very hard and cruel. Sickle knife is our toy. A bitter and concentrated concoction is a substitute for breast milk, an ingredient that makes our tongues turn black when we grow up. If we disobeyed, we would be beaten and tortured. We have to get used to seeing the blood flowing from the bodies of people killed by our seniors, and we have to do the same for other people.
We have quite a lot of group members, but we are neither friends nor colleagues. They made us clash with one another. If you don't want to kill, then you will be killed. And we can also meet as enemies when each of us gets conflicting assignments.
Not many of us managed to reach adulthood, not even teenage. Some were killed during training, went crazy, and some committed suicide.
I am one of those who -- can I say lucky? -- managed to reach the age of adolescence. Soon I will be seventeen years old. My tongue is black. I have no intention of praising myself, but ... I am the best among those who are my age.
The first human I killed was a boy of around ten years, I don't know for sure. At that time I was only seven years old, and the boy's body was much bigger than mine. My senior was ordered to kill a family, and he invited me to teach me how to kill.
The father tried to resist, while the boy embraced his mother in the corner of the room, crying loudly. But how hard that man tried to fight, he still died at the hands of my senior who easily slit his neck. My senior pulled the hand of the mother, who also soon followed her husband with a gaping neck and covered in blood.
My senior handed me the sickle knife.
"It's your turn."
I looked at the knife in my hand, then turned my gaze to the boy who was trembling in fear.
"Don't kill me ... Please don't kill me ..."
I can even hear the moans of his last request until now.
I walked over to him. My shoes stepped on something wet near where he sat. Apparently he urinated in his pants.
"Don't kill me ... Please don't kill me ..."
My hand holding the knife is shaking. That is my first murder.
"Focus!" My senior snapped.
I took a deep breath, then stabbed the scythe blade into the boy's chest, right into his heart.
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I woke up from my sleep. I just dreamed about my first murder. Again.
When I first dreamed of it, my body was trembling violently and sweating profusely. I wondered, why did the boy have to be killed too? Did he also make a mistake?
But there was never an answer to my questions. We don't need to question anything, just follow the orders.
That day was the last day I cried. After that, i have lost my emotion. There was no doubt and fear anymore when I took people's life. Maybe because I'm used to do it. Maybe it's also because I'm more professional.
"Hey, wake up!" Call one of my senior while banging on my door.
"Geez... I was awake, just still lying."
"There is a mission for you," he said.
I got up, put on my white hoodie and grabbed my sickle knife.
Time to work... . . . To be continue . . .
Author notes: Hi ... I'm back with a new Fanfic. TanCha again..., Arthdal again... 😅 Hopefully you will not get bored hahaha ...
Fanfic this time was inspired by a twiter article that I read on Instagram, there is a theory that Yangcha might be a former children of Shahati
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Now, I'm making two stories (Benetbeot and Yangcha), but maybe I'll focus more on Benetbeot, and this Yangcha Shahati's next chapter will upload a little longer. I'm a little difficult to write the action genre story and also i still don't know this story will going to where, i have no idea yet, hahaha ...
