After a while of developing ideas, plotting and writing, I've finally got chapter 1 done. The prologue was a sort of preview of what the idea of the story is as well as showing you how the characters met. This is that again but the readers point of view.

Hope this is worth the wait, and i am truly sorry to keep you waiting so long for it.

Enjoy ;)

The Devil or Saviour?

It had been a while since your father let you and your sister out alone in Kingston, let alone letting you out in the city with guards. So when you felt his maternal hand place gently on your shoulder followed by "Go on out, just be careful," you were very surprised. In fact, you were quite suspicious.

"Whats the catch?"

"No catch, I just feel that I take your independence away," He said under his breath and he gave you a small grin. You could still see the uncertainty in his eyes, and you could understood why. Every second of everyday he was under the deadly threat of assassins because of being apart of the Templar order. That mean't that if any assassins were to find out that you were the daughter of a Templar, they would then make you the bait to lure out your father from the safety of the guards. Which would then lead to his death. His baritone voice continued after a deep intake of air.

"Just stay in busy areas where there are-"

"Guards... Yes I know father, and stay clear of any pirates or assassins," you gave him a reassuring smile and in return, he kissed the top of your forehead.

The city was thriving in that early afternoon, and you were so desperate to reach the tavern. Your sister followed behind you, barely catching up with your large strides, her breathing became slightly faster.

"[name] do you really have to go so fast?" she whined as she ran to your side.

"And do I really need to stay by you. I am 16 now!"

"Abbie, If you want to go somewhere, then go on, but just stay in sight of guards and be on your watch for pirates. You do not realise that they will not hesitate to take advantage of you," a small smile threatened your sisters lips. You knew where she would go. Abigail, your younger sibling, had a love interest. You were happy for her, but in a way, you were sorry for her too. Not only does she hardly ever get to see him, but your father would never allow it if he was to find out. You liked her boyfriend, Thomas. He was a little stupid and clumsy, but he was sweet to Abigail and he treated her well. Thats all that matters.

Without another word, Abigail scurried off down the street and disappeared into the bustling crowds of people that engulfed the dirt on the ground. A sigh escaped your lips. She was not street wise like you were, seeming as she hadn't been out in the streets on her own like you have. When you were 10, you used to sneak out and venture around the city. However you always got caught by the guards and brought back home where father would give you the same lecture over and over again. Now you were 20 and your father allowed you to venture out on your own free will as long as you were safe under the guards watch. You had a feeling that your father was just overly cautious seeming as you have only ever had one encounter with an assassin -which was the reason you were prevented from going out alone- but he was soon eliminated.

The lively music and jolly singing of the local citizens were heard outside the brightly lit building. A flush of warmth flooded over you as you felt the sense of comfort that did nothing more than draw you in. It had been a while since you entered those swinging doors and you've liked nothing more than to sit down at the bar with a tankard of rum in your hand, talking to the one friend that you have known since you first escaped your house at night.

Immediately, as soon as you took a step into the tavern - with the smell of liquor hitting you like a punch that it made your head go fuzzy - you heard someone shout your name and you felt arms engulf you in. A smile crept over your lips as you wrapped your own arms around their figure, and your heart ached at the feeling of your blooming friendship. Constance, your friend and the barmaid of the tavern, was beautiful. She had loosely curled black hair and tanned skin. She could of easily passed as Spanish, though really she was Moroccan.

"It's been ages," She said as she led you towards the bar. Once she was around the other side, she poured rum into a tankard and placed it in front of you with a grin.

"We have all missed you here, haven't we Maurice?" Her eyes looked over to the grey haired man that was serving people. He looked back over and gave a small nod.

"Ay, we have me love. 'As your pops been keepin' y' from going out?"

"No, it's just I have been busy with my studies," You lied. They nodded to show that they understood and you smirked a little before pulling up the tankard to your lips. Taking a sip, you felt the burning liquor slither down your throat and down where it gave you a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. A sigh of relief escaped your lips. You had to keep the dark secret of your father's order from your family and friends in case of any threat of danger. And you had to admit, sometimes it was difficult!

Your tankard was almost empty, and your head felt slightly fuzzy after just one tankard full of the alcohol. But you liked to feel a sense of freedom and peace once in a while, despite how much of a lightweight you were. You went to take another sip of the rum but a sudden burst of the door had caught your attention. A man that looked about the same age as your sister rushed in and looked directly at you.

"Miss [last name]. Your sister! Shes in trouble!" He almost yelled out of sheer panic. You rushed to your feet and barged out of the tavern. The boy, with sun bleached hair and fair skin led you towards an alleyway where you could hear shouting of a familiar voice.

Thomas.

"Please, leave her be. Is it money that you want? I can give you all my money. I don't have much but just please let her go!" You heard him plead. As you went around the corner to the alleyway, you froze, taking in the situation carefully through your fuzzy head. Your sister was pinned up against a man who held a blunt knife to her neck. Red was all you saw.

"Let my sister go now!" You spat. Not in the mood, you pressed your lips together until they made a fine line. Furrowed brows increased as the man pressed the knife's edge closer to her delicate skin. Immediately, without any hesitation, you dug your hand into your pocket and pulled out your flintlock pistol that you were given to by your father in case of situations such as this. The barrel of the pistol was aimed directly at his head and your voice lowered as the anger surged through your being.

"I said let her go, don't make me ask again,"

"Give me all your money and I will,"

Pathetic, you thought. You didn't understand why men such as the man threatening your sister would go to the lengths of taking young woman hostage for the sake of coin. It really did baffle you. A scoff rippled from your throat and your grip on the flintlock pistol tightened.

"Like that will happen," Your finger gradually put pressure on the trigger, but before you even had time to add anymore needed pressure, Thomas, as stupid as he was, ran over to the man and tried to pry away the knife from his lovers neck. Immediately you released your finger from the trigger and pulled the pistol back to avoid shooting.

You didn't have all that much time to regain your senses to what was happening when a pain fired across your temple, gaining a sharp gasp from your lips. The dirt stuck to your face as you collapsed hard onto the ground. All around you was blurred, the hit to your head serving nothing more than to dull your awareness.

Within seconds silence took over the tense air, and quickly you turned your head around only to be met with a body that crushed against yours. Carefully, you stood up and pulled your sister closer to your side as you felt her fresh tears fall onto your bare skin. You looked over at the mangled body that laid limp on the floor in a pool of sticky, fresh blood and at the figure who committed the murder, walking away with his confident steps. His attire triggered alarms in your head and almost instantly your eyes grew dark with recognition, especially when to bracers of his hidden blades came into your view. An assassin...

Though you wanted to be mad with him for being apart of a creed that you would not hesitate to destroy (given the chance), you could not be mad at him entirely. Only because he saved your sisters life. You were grateful.

"Thank you," the words burned at your tongue. However, when he turned to face you, his eyes hidden from your eyes, you could not help the fluttering feeling within the pit of your stomach and the sudden halt of your heart. His smirk, it was endearing. It held a sort of allure to it that made your heart jump. It was one of a man of mystery, a man of danger. A man of a creed. And though it may be an order that you were enemies of, you could not help the blooming interest that immediately swam over you.

As he turned on his heels and strolled away with a swing in his step, you marvelled at him.

Interesting...

A light rasp upon your fathers study door earned you his permission to enter, in which you did so. You entered and looked at your father with softened eyes, which he returned.

"[name] how was your day out in the city?"

"Father, I must tell you, we encountered an assassin-"

"What!? Didn't I tell you to stay clear of them and to stay in the guards-" you interrupted him, which usually you would not dare do due to his easily triggered temper and his intolerance to his children not listening to him. But you felt the undying need to explain the good this assassin did for you and your sister.

"-father please, he saved me and Abigail. Abbie was under the knife by a peasant and the assassin killed him. He saved us!"

With every word you dragged out, your fathers face grew red with pure anger, it had almost scared you.

"Assassin's may do good deeds for the citizens of Kingston, but don't we Templars? You forget your place [name]. Assassins are the enemy! Do not pardon them for the sake of one good deed they have rewarded you. They will not think twice of killing you if they were to find out of your real status," Silence fell over you. Though you wish to argue against your fathers words, you didn't want to carry out with the argument.

"Leave, I do not wish to quarrel with you any longer," His eyes wondered over to the window and he froze until you left the room with a sigh. You wished your father would at least pardon the assassin seeming as he did save his own daughters. But you were stupid enough to think that he would actually do such a thing. Your father thought more of the order than his family. It had been like that for a very long time now.

And as for the assassin. You could only wish that you would be able to cross paths with him again.