Hey, guys. This is my very first Assassin's Creed fanfic, so bear with me and please be kind on this journey. Just … give it a try and tell me what you think.

Thank you and enjoy,

T73

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I am sitting in my room and listen carefully to the argument that is taking place in the study of my mother downstairs. I was sent to my room the second my uncle showed up at the front door of our house, covered in scratches and with a wide grin.

I could tell that my mother was anything but pleased about his appearance and scowled at him before she realized that he probably spent some quality time in one of his favorite pubs. She started to have a whinge but he simply laughed it off. My mother glanced at me and sent me up to my room, dragging him to her study and shutting the door loudly. Since then thirty minutes have gone by and I start to feel bored and a little bit more than annoyed.

It's not like I am a little child anymore. I am sixteen already and I am very well aware that my beloved uncle is more than a daredevil, sometimes even a little vacuous. That's what I love about him the most.

Don't get me wrong, I admire my dear mother for her sangfroid and her knowledge, but sometimes she's a little too uptight for my liking. My uncle is the complete opposite of her even after all these years they had freed London from the despotism of Crawford Starrick and the other Templars, it seems like he never gets enough and is looking purposely for trouble.

How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Nora Frye, daughter of Dame Evie Frye and niece of sir Jacob Frye. I am sixteen years of age and an only child. My father's name is David Pritchard, a banker and for a long time not in the picture anymore which isn't so bad because he couldn't handle my mother's temper quite well.

Yes, most of the time she's reserved but I know that deep within her is a seething volcano and sometimes it bursts, and this can be frightening, very frightening. But when she's becoming the woman she probably was before everything calmed down a little, I like her the most. I have no idea what she was seeing in my father. Perhaps she was hoping that she could offer me a normal life, a normal childhood.

I remember the day when I was seven and started to climb up to the top of the oak that was standing in the garden of our house. Mother was standing nearby and watched me proudly, perhaps because I started to explore origin with pleasure. At that age, I was really good in climbing already and sometimes my mother gave me some advices how to strengthen my grip and my steps, how to foresee the problems I might face while climbing up higher trees. Sometimes Jacob joined our training and helped my climbing skills as well, that's when we had the most fun.

That was until my father surprisingly came home early from word and looked for us, finding us in the garden and me in the treetop. He yelled at top of his lungs to come down immediately and I was losing my focus. As a result, I ended up with a broken arm after falling off the tree and my parents fought hard for the very first time and every now and then my father claimed that Jacob would be bad company for me while mother contradicted that this only happened because he was screaming like a little girl and that it had nothing to do with Jacob.

Whilst my parents were arguing, Jacob knocked at my door and poked his head into my room, grinning mischievously. I felt bad because of my parents' argument and was on the verge of tears so he started to tell me stories about his and my mother's adventures when they had been in the age of twenty and how they fought the bad people to help the people of London. I hardly believed those stories in the beginning, especially the part when he told me that my mother had been wearing a dress. I never have seen her wearing such piece of clothing so I thought that he was making it up to console me, and it worked. Imagining my mother in a dress made me giggle, it still does.

He also told me about Henry Green and that he was a great help while they were freeing London and that he and my mother had been more than just friends until he had to leave England for India, that was two years before she had met my father, one year later she had given birth to me. I know that my mother was saddened every time Jacob brought Henry up and that she changed the topic when their story came up.

Sometimes I wonder what would have been when Henry wouldn't have had to leave or if my mother would have gone with him to India. Sometimes I wonder if I would exist and if, what kind of father Henry would have been. He is something like a father figure to me, though. Yes, I know him personally, and he's teaching me things when he's back in London.

When I was younger, I pretended that he was my father and so I told my friends because they did not know any better. Thanks to David Pritchard I have dark hair and brown eyes, and my complexion isn't as fair as that of my mother so I passed as Henry's daughter instead of David's and I liked it and it seemed like it honored him as well because he never corrected people who assumed that we were father and daughter. That was until my mother put an end to this charade because most of London knew that she was the wife of David Pritchard and that I am not the result of adultery while Henry Green was in town. After all she is still a respectful woman and no one dares to doubt that and no one dared to question her ability to be a single mother.

I also remember the night my parents had another argument and that there was silence at some point, it was way too silent then. But then David stormed past my room and grabbed some belongings from their room before he left the house once and for all, left us. I do not know what happened that night but I am sure that he tried to raise his hand against my mother, and that he regretted it he left the house without turning back for once. That was when I was nine and since that night I never heard of him again. What a wet!

Ever since that night it seemed like my mother was coming back to her old self and she started to spent more time with her brother again, talking about things and got herself into shape again. Sometimes she was fooling around with Jacob in the garden, perhaps like they did in other ages, wrestling. Sometimes it scared me because it seemed like things were getting out of hand until I understand that they were practicing a one-on-one battle. After David left, my mother stopped hiding who she truly is and I learned that there is for real a Brotherhood called Assassins and that she and Jacob once used to be Master Assassins. That's how I found out what is lying dormant within me, where my family is actually coming from. It doesn't mean that my mother is willing to send me in the same battle she has been fighting years ago, but it means that she's hiding no longer who she really is.

She has started to tell me everything she knows about the Brotherhood and where its origin lays and who was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad to the Assassins. She has started to teach me everything about the life of an Assassin since I was ten and ready to understand what it means to make amends. And so, does Jacob.

He's the one who's teaching me how to fight back if necessary but right now I am afraid that he jeopardized everything he has been working for by picking up a stupid bar fight just because he got bored.

After my mother became her old self again, we travelled the world, more or less. I have seen places other children only dreamt of, I meat people others never had seen for real because they are operating in the shadows and who jump head first into a sea of flames.

I stand as soon as I hear the heavy footsteps of my uncle and open cautiously the door of my room, seeing him passing by with a grim face.

I take a deep breath and walk down the stairs, knocking lightly at the door of mother's study and waiting patiently until she calls me in. I might be a hoyden but I have manners. I open the door as soon as I hear her muffled voice and frown the moment I see her sitting at her oak desk, rubbing her temples. "Mother?"

She looks at me and smiles a little but I know that she's forcing herself to do so, so she won't worry me. "Nora."

I stand patiently at the door and look at my mother. I can see the lingering pride she has been trying so hard while she was with my father, and I can see why men were falling for her hard. I can imagine the younger Evie Frye with her dark hair, blue eyes, freckles, devilish smile and self-confidence. At least I got her smile. Her aging doesn't take off any of it but sometimes I could meet her younger person only to see if she always had been that rational or if this is the being of David.

I take a deep breath and step a little closer. "Is everything alright?" I do ask this not because of their argument but because I'm afraid that she's throwing out of our house because of whatever he has done this time.

She sits up straight and nods hesitantly. "Why shouldn't be anything alright?"

I ask her directly, "Has Jacob to leave?"

My mother turns fully to me and frowns. "Why should he have to leave, sweetheart?"

I turn the corners of my mouth downwards and shrug and am stuck for an answer. I can see that something is worrying my mother and I take another step forward.

She looks long at me and frowns. "Can you do me a favor, Nora?"

I don't have to think twice. "Of course."

She's shifting in her seat and she turns serious. "Be my eyes and ears out there and be cautious. The streets aren't as safe as my brother and I thought, especially not if you are a Frye."

Her face is telling me that she knows something and there is something going on in the streets of London that she won't tell me about right now. I turn to leave and reply with a wicked grin, "I love you too, Mum." I hear her chuckle.

And she's muttering, "I love you more, my dearest."

I smile but deep within me I know that this is just the calm before the storm.