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"Connor!" What? Who's that? Where am I? Why does my body feel as if it got run over horses? "Connor! Wake up!" Wait I know that voice. It sounds like a cat getting run over by a carriage. "CONNOR!" Ah so that's who it is, the ol' man himself and his ridiculous hat.
"Mmm, let me sleep." Where am I again? And who's lovely women in my bed?
"Connor, get up and get dressed!" Gah every morning is like this, not a moment of silence.
"Bite me old man let me sleep!" I snapped, I never was a morning person. Ow, why am I covered in bruises?
"The grandmasters are here." Wait what? Here? Today? Right now? I shot out of bed and looked the old man in the eyes just in case he was tricking me.
"Here?" The old man just smiles at me, something he rarely does unless he's mocking me.
"Find out Connor, we're headed to Boston, get dressed." The old man gets up and sees the women in my bed. "Ah, Connor you must stop 'inviting' people into our home, just look at the mess you made." I look around to see my room and all my things thrown around. Wait, did we add a few more holes in the walls?
"Connor!" I focus my attention to the old man who was very angry, his body seemed to glow with a murderous aura.
"Ah right, let me handle that." I desperately did not want to fight with the old man right, with the injuries that I got from my new 'friend' I wouldn't be much trouble to him.
"See to it, boy." He leaves the room making me emotionally by how much he wanted to kill me for wrecking the house. Well, to look at the bright side, most of the damage was confined in the hallway. I turn to see the beautiful women just resting there. Her light brown hair covered most of her beautiful pale face.
"Dobby, get up." I wasn't really into the mood to do this right now. She opened one of her light brown eyes and giggled as she slowly rose out from under the blue sheets.
"Good morning Connor, what a lovely day outside." She tried to change the subject on me… again.
"We don't have time to play games Dobby, the Grandmaster's are here." I explained as I try to inspect the damage we made last night. Seven new holes, damn never thought I had it in me.
"Aye, I heard, along with the scolding the old man gave you," She mocks me all the time, trying to get me angry well not today, "looks like we added some new holes in the walls.
"Around seven or nine," I reply, "now get dressed we have a meeting to attend to in Boston." I leave Dobby in the room alone and run down the hall, whoa, we didn't just make seven. We made around twenty. So that's why the old man's so angry! Anyway I run down the stairs and into the cellar.
"You're fixing the house when we get back!" The old man calls after me as I run past him.
"Yeah, yeah." I run into the cellar to find my equipment waiting for me on the table at far end. I Grab my coat from the stand and run towards my weapons. I grab the French Rapier and Tomahawk that both bared the orders symbol, and sheathe them into my belt. I grab the tow flintlocks and made sure to load them before I set out. Ah, and the wrist blade, my favorite weapon the old man gave me. I unsheathe them and looked at the silver blades. All looks good.
"Connor, hurry up or I will leave you!" I sighed the old man is never patient
"I be right up!" I sheathe my blade and run up the stairs two steps at a time, and ran straight into Dobby. She was now wearing the dark brown leather jacket and had her hair pulled into a ponytail,
"Are you coming with us?" Probably not
"No I move much faster on my own and without you and the old man bickering." She smiles and kisses me on the lips.
"Oh no take your sweet time Connor, it's only the Grandmasters time you're wasting!" Dammit old man, once a cock blocker always a cock blocker.
"I'll see you there." Dobby ran around me and runs through the back door. I run through the front and down towards the carriage that waiting for me.
"Alright no get in." I climb into the carriage to be greeted by the fine leather interior.
"So." Please god, don't make him start bickering. I respond carefully.
"So what?" The old man turns and looks at me as if I grew two heads.
"So, how was she?" MOTHER OF GOD, I'm not even gonna include this part, I'm just going to pretend as if I had a nice quiet ride to Boston.
Many hours had passed and my I head a massive headache over the old man complaining.
"Do you ever stop complaining about random things?" Oh jeez, I'm walking on very thin ice.
"I'm not complaining!"
"What do you call this?"
"I'm not complaining."
"Oh of course not you just are stating random facts that have nothing to do with task at hand."
"Ah here we are Boston, a very poor excuse for a town." Dear god, please kill the old man and end my suffering. "Now follow me Connor." I climb out of the carriage and look to see people in the market buying and selling things that they don't really need. Stupid, oblivious, controlled. I follow the old man to the Green Dragon Tavern. Well, it looks like the grandmasters like to be open to a crowd of people.
"This is it?" I ask
"This is it," The old man replies sounding a bit annoyed, "now go inside while I fetch the others." I open to door to be greeted by pure silence; maybe he got the wrong address, common mistake old man I'll just have to rub it in your face the next time I see you.
"Master Kenway I presume yes?" I look up to see three men looking down at me.
"Yes I'm a Kenway."
"Very good, please join us." I make my way up stairs and see other recruits standing around the table respectively. Oh there's Dobby.
"Now please sit." I sit down in the nearest chair to me and look to study the three men. One was French and had a military uniform on baring medals and covered in blue that matched his eyes that was on his ugly face. The two other men were British and had scars on their faces. They obviously seen battle.
"Now to my knowledge you are part savage is that correct?" The French man asked, I shudder at the word savage; these people didn't like my 'kind'.
"Yes that's correct."
"Indeed and you ran from your tribe when you were?"
"Seven, but I didn't meet my father until I was fifteen." I didn't like explaining my past with strangers.
"And when you met him, what did you think?" That hit the spot.
"I think that's a little personal sir." I respond respectively
"Ah yes forgive me the grandmasters from my time asked such questions." The two British men stayed silent and studied me.
"And you where foolish enough to answer stupid questions." Great now we got two British grandmasters arguing with a Frenchman.
"At least I wasn't gawking in fear or awe when our time came."
"Good morning gentlemen. I see you've already meet Connor and the recruits." I turn to see the old man interrupting the Grandmasters with five other men behind him.
"Ah the old man of the colonies returns, it's been a long time old friend."
"It has been, anyhow let our work begin." The old man set a small finely dark wooden chest on the table. The recruits and I stood up as the old man open the box to reveal 5 rings bearing the orders symbol.
"Connor Kenway, step forward." I move to stand face to face with the old man, this is it. The day we've been waiting for.
"Do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand?"
"I do."
"And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?"
"I do."
"And it is so now until death, whatever the cost?"
"Yes." I was eager when the old man slipped the ring onto my finger.
"Together we will usher in the dawn of a new world, one defined by purpose and order," The old man took a step away from me, "You are a Templar." The ring seemed to glow as he said those words.
"May the Father of Understanding Guide us."
"May the Father of Understanding Guide us." The Grandmaster Templars and recruits said replied synch.
"Thank you, father." Haythem looked proud as I placed my hand over my heart and repeated the words of our order. I am now, a Master Templar.