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"Ha ha, Achilles. There's no such thing! Killing people without getting caught? Impossible!" You laughed, smacking your knee. It was the most silliest thing you'd ever heard! The men glanced at each other and Achilles sighed.
"Go ahead, Connor." He said, rubbing his temple. Connor nodded and silently lifted his wrist, pointing at the symbol.
"Watch." He said. His blade shot out and went back in quickly. You shrugged.
"And that is going to help me understand how...?" You asked, shaking your head.
He sighed. "Do you know a man named Haytham Kenway?" He asked, staring at the ceiling again.
You thought about it. "It...sounds familiar." You sighed.
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"Have you been training her?" A man asked, talking to your father. Your father sighed. He was tired.
"Yes, I have Haytham." He smiled, pulling out a book. The man, who which was Haytham, smiled.
"Maybe she can meet my son one day." Haytham smiled, dusting off a book.
"Haytham," your father muttered,"You're a Templar." He sighed.
"And your daughter is an Assassin. You know I was supposed to be one too." Haytham chuckled. "And she doesn't even know what Assassins and Templars, does she?
Father nodded hesitantly. "Well, alright. Where is your son's mother?" Father asked.
Haytham's face harden and he looked away. "She isn't...living with us. Nor is my son."
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"Haytham Kenway? Yes. My father talked with him sometimes. I think they were good friends." You said, looking at Connor's blank face. He sighed. Achilles watched you both talk.
"His is my father." He said. You nodded then froze.
"So...if you're his son...I was supposed to meet you!" You gasped. Connor bolted up.
"That means... You're an Assassin!" He yelled. Your eyes widened.
"You're a Templar! What ever that means!" You gulped. He shook his head quickly.
"No! I'm an Assassin! How'd my father meet your's?!" He grumbled. You shook your head.
"I don't know!" You shrieked. Achilles whacked Connor and your head with his cane.
"Shut. Up! Both of you!" He hissed. You both quieted down. He was rubbing him wrinkly temple and muttered.
"(Y/n). What is your father's name?" He asked.
"William." You responded. He nodded slowly.
"Connor, be a gentleman and show her to the basement..." He mumbled. Connor slowly nodded and waved his hand, signaling you to follow. You left the bowls on the counter.
He led you through the house, stopping in front of the back of the banister. He pulled down the candelabra and the wall...just opened. Not by much, but he pushed the...wall and it opened far enough for you to walk through. He held your hand and pulled you down. You blushed.
"So. What is this?" You asked, walking around the basement, admiring the weapons and the little dummy thing. If it is a dummy.
"It's a basement where-" Achilles interrupted.
"-I trained Connor." He grumbled, wobbling down the steps. You nodded slowly.
"I still don't understand what's happening though..." You sighed. Connor scratched the back of his head, hood down.
"Your father was one of my recruits." Achilles sighed,misting down on one of the three chairs. Connor, naturally took a seat, straddling it. You did the same.
"Really? Does that make me an assassin? Why is Connor one if he was born a Templar? What are Templars and Assassins? Who are those people on the wall? Am I an Assassin?!" You gasped out, sputtering out questions. Connor laughed and nudged your arm, signaling you to be quiet.
"Connor is an Assassin because he chose to be one...the people on the wall are Templars....I'll explain your last question later." Achilles said. You nodded slowly.
"Well. How does Connor's father know mine? Does that make me an assassin?" You asked, curiosity overpowering your rational part of your brain. Connor laughed.
"Well. It does, but you need to be trained." He said slyly.
"But my father has been teaching me!" You protested. You have been training all your life, without even knowing!
"Do you know the history of Assassins and Templars?" Achilles tested. You sunk down.
"No..." You sighed. "When can I start?" You asked excitedly.
"Just because you are born an Assassin doesn't mean you are automatically one!" Achilles groaned. You grinned sheepishly. "You have to learn."
"Connor can teach me." You suggested. Connor blinked.
"What? I'm not a teacher." He protested, flooding his arms. Cute.
"So? You're better than the cranky one." You giggled. Achilles glared at you.
"Lots of tongue, but no bite. Connor, I want you to train her and teach her the ways. Teach as much as you can and I'll see what I have to teach her myself."
He reluctantly nodded. "Alright."
You stopped him. "Hold on. How did my father die? Was it because of Templars, or did he really die at sea like my mother said?" You asked.
Achilles smiled weakly. "I'm time, child. I'll tell you one day."
With that, you followed Connor out of the basement to start...this class.
This. Will. Be. Awesome. Especially because of your attractive teacher.
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It was at least a week since you last saw Connor, which you expected. You simply went through the motions at your shop. Though when Connor had worked with you, it had made you realize how much easier life would be if you had someone to help you with work. In order to be able to actually hire someone you had to raise the price of your services, mainly on those who could afford the price raise. Those who didn't have enough money to pay, you kept the prices the same low price. For even the occasional few who couldn't even afford to
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As I always do...which I'm not ashamed of anymore...sorry for the shortness.
I have found out something tragic:
I don't have any friends who are AC fans.
...darn world...couldn't you provide me with a friend I see everyday who is a FANGIRL?!...
Tomorrow is Altair Friday! Wear a hood! Like I do everyday before I know who he was!
I have found out something tragic:
I don't have any friends who are AC fans.
...darn world...couldn't you provide me with a friend I see everyday who is a FANGIRL?!...
Tomorrow is Altair Friday! Wear a hood! Like I do everyday before I know who he was!
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