Written By RedCell
With the Lords of the Burning Hells defeated and the World Stone destroyed, the land of Sanctuary rested. The heroes that smote down the Prime Evils went their separate ways, but, unlike the rest of Sanctuary, peace eluded them. Eventually, their tortured minds snapped, and they either ended their own brutish existence or were locked away in dank dungeons and forgotten. This history chronicles the actions of two of those fated heroes, lest Sanctuary forget those who remained vigilant while everyone else slept.
Once Tyreal shattered the World Stone, the Amazons and Assassins began to prepare to depart for their homeland. However, a small group of Amazons and Assassins advocated a different course of action, one where the two classes put their differences aside to form an army to slay the forces of Hell should they return.
What transpired next is almost too horrible to pen. Was the power of Diablo already working on the world of Sanctuary? Were the minds of the heroes already beginning to shatter? Regardless of the cause, we know that a heated argument arose between the two classes and that an arrow was loosed, be it intentional or accidental, that pierced the heart of an Assassin leader. This immediately plunged the entire encampment into war. Sadly, many courageous Amazons and Assassins were slain. Of those who remained, all scattered but two, the Amazon and Assassin who had planned the union between the two classes.
Undaunted by the horrific events that had transpired, together they set out to create a warrior yet unseen among the world of men, a warrior who not only embodied the primal skill of the Amazon but also had full mastery of the Assassin’s deadly arsenal.
They traveled the countryside recruiting those who had survived the demon hordes and embraced righteous hatred rather than fear. One recruit, Danetta, quickly rose to the top of the ranks by displaying unparalleled skill at everything they taught her. She was the first to master both the art of the Amazon and the Assassin.
After one summer had passed since the destruction of the World Stone, rumors began to spread about Danetta’s abilities surpassing that of the Amazon and Assassin, who had taken upon themselves the title of Grandmaster Hunter. Once they got wind of these rumors, the Grandmasters, whose minds had already begun to succumb to the tortures of Diablo, became enraged. Henceforth, they sought Danetta’s demise. Danetta noticed the change in their demeanor and, perceiving that they wanted to kill her, waited for them to move against her.
One hot, dusty afternoon in late summer, Danetta stood under a tree and looked on as some new recruits were being put through the grinder by other instructors. Natalya walked up with a worried look on her face and informed Danetta that the Grandmasters haven’t been seen all morning.
So, the die has been cast, she thought.
She scanned her surroundings and, conscious of the weight of the hand crossbows on her back, calculated her reaction time to various scenarios. As she watched, something in the periphery of her vision caught her attention.
A leaf! They’re above me!
With a flash of smoke she disappeared, confounding her would be assassins. In the next instant she sent a fusillade of bolts into the boughs of the tree while gliding across the ground with the grace of a deer, dodging the arrows and traps sent her way.
It ended almost as quickly as it started. Danetta walked over the base of the tree and looked down upon the ill-fated heroes now riddled with bolts. The Amazon lifted her eyes to meet those of Danetta and, with a mind momentarily clear, mouthed the words, “Thank you,” and breathed her last.
Danetta turned to Natalya and told her that it would not do for her to remain with the rest of the Demon Hunters henceforth, and that she intended to perfect her art alone. With that, she turned and struck out on her own.
Natalya and the rest of the demon hunters watched as Danetta’s form was slowly swallowed by the waves of heat rising from the Dreadlands, and just before she disappeared from view, Natalya said, in a voice barely audible to the others, “Truly, truly, there goes the Prime Assassin.”
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As time wore on, stories of a legendary warrior with unparalleled skill with bows and traps spread across Sanctuary. It was said that she would take on one disciple and train him in her art until he had mastered it. Then the two would part ways and each would take on a new disciple, thus their number and fame grew. Wherever tales of these warriors were mentioned, the whispered words, “Prime Assassins,” followed, as if carried on the wind.