Jaqen was his name—a name spoken only once and never to be heard again. His mother was the only one to call him that, and she died a few minutes after.
So his name was lost to time, and so was his face.
Jaqen was a child born of the union between an assassin and her target. He was never meant to exist in the first place. Thus, his name was never mentioned again.
When his mother chose to fall in love instead of kill, his fate was sealed. His destiny was written, and his life was marked with a number.
They called him Seventeen, the one who was to die when he turned seventeen. His blood was meant to serve as the awakening ritual to appease the immortals.
The Shadows were those who killed his mother and chose him to be used as a lamb for sacrifice. His destiny was written, and so was theirs.
What nobody realized was that Jaqen was no normal person, and that planning his life to the end was their own mistake.
