Tools(Part 1) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Realizing what I must do now, didn't come easily you know.
It took years. Many mistake were made along the way. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The moment had to come together among friends admist a winter fire. We were traveling, more like fleeing from a group who wanted us dead. It wasn't because anything we had done. It was because what we were. Appearances can be deceiving none knew this better then us.

Shifters they were called, and they were always playing their part behind scenes. You would never know who there were. Adviser to an king, a beggar asking for a bit of coin, a drunk creating commotion, a sheperd tending to his heard. Setting events in motion, that would cost men their lives.
But the benefactor was rarely an obvious one. They were trained to be invisible, tools raised by a single family. And that family had no allegiances, except to their own. Power knows no limits, when it can not be seen.

We were all raised in an orphanage, that was called cliff hanger retreat. The secrets of that place holds still haunt me. It was a science experiment that went completely wrong. We carry many gifts, curses, and scars from all we went through there. My name is Jacob, I don't where I was born. I have no clue how old I am other then how I feel. My mother abandon me on there doorstep like some stray dog, only later would I find out that she was paid. Purchased by men in high standing who could afford to make her disappear once I was safely in their grasp. They knew things about us. They knew what we could do from the beginning. But what they didn't know was how we would turn on them. They thought they could control, and manipulate us into being what ever they wanted. A puppet must carry strings, or it is no longer a puppet but a very dangerous man.