Assassin of Virtue Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's creed or

Skyrim. If I did, I wouldn't have to go to school.

This is my first story so please go easy on me. This story was split between me and a friend of mine. We both wrote in equal measure so in a way, the story belongs to both of us. If you don't like it, just leave it be. If your interested, read on.

It was a warm, sunny morning. Not a cloud opposed the light from the sun that shined across the great blue sky. The people were starting their mundane daily routines. Children ran around the town square playing games and stealing from the fruit stands as usual. Even the thieves, who usually patrolled the streets in search of the fat pockets of unsuspecting citizens, seemed to be at rest.

Especially the hooded figure perched atop the tall bell tower who surveyed the town square with the attentiveness of a hawk hunting for his prey. Sadly, this assassin, the warrior of the people, had little and sometimes no time at all to rest. His eyes glazed over as his joints went stiff and he slowly began to give into sleep's kind embrace. but then suddenly he was startled awake by a strange noise that broke through the delicate air of peace in the city. His eyes focused and ears attuned to his surroundings he searched for the disturbance and he found it.

A carriage quickly rolled into the town square making loud noises of rattling wood and clanking metal as it stopped in the square. A short fat englishman emerged from the carriage and walked through the town square proud and colorful like a peacock. The assassin,by instinct, sprung from his perch from atop the tower in a leap of faith and landed in a bale of hay. As he emerged from the hay, he saw that a man was standing in front of it with a pitch fork. The man smiled and gave a nod of approval before he continued his work.

The assassin quickly sprinted away from him to introduce his blade to the throat of his target Rupert Cross. Rupert was an Englishman raised by a family of farmers. Even at a young age he had a desire to dominate and control mankind. He strived to gain power. During his twentieth year, he was accused of raping a young girl called Elizabeth Mcharrison and impregnating her, turned it around and convinced the court that she was in covenant with the devil and she forced him to lie with her.

He was released and she and her baby within her were burned at the stake publicly and Rupert had a front row seat.

This man certainly deserved to be assassinated so without a second thought, the assassin was on the move.

End of Chapter one

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