Juliet was given to Achilles when she was a year old. Her mother and father love her very much, but they couldn't keep her, so they have her to Achilles so he could protect her, train her, and take care of her. They have him the reason why they are doing this and he agree to take her under his wing and raise into an assassin.

When she turns twelve, Achilles took her out to the to the forest, left her there for a year so she could blind with her surroundings, blind in plain sight, hid in the shadows, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

11 months have pass, Juliet has grown more stronger and faster, she can swim further, dive deeper, climb higher, and run faster; her swordsmanship was to being a professional's and her hand to hand combat. She mange to make a few friends in the woods, a pack of wolves, a bear, few birds, a mountain lion, and a fox. She's learn to listen to her surroundings, find any helpful tips. But she has grown attract to the forest, she loves listening to the wind singing to her, soaking in the morning sun, running with the animals, and roaring at each other.

Her and Manny the bear were playing with each other when a twig snap, they laid low as Julie slowly lifts her head up to see a native of the land walking through the forest with a young deer over his shoulders, he disappeared into the brush and was gone. "He's gone, Manny it's okay to come out." she tells the bear, Manny pops his head up and from left to right. "Don't worry, he long gone, let's just go before he comes back." she states, the bear grunts a bit, letting her onto his back and they ran off to a river bank, catching some fish for tonight.

A few days into the 12th month, Julie was running with the wolf pack, making her stamina rise, then the sounds of marching reaches her ears, she makes a wolf howls, calling the pack towards her. They all follow the sound of the march, she reaches a ledge, crouches down as she approach it, she peeks over and spotted British men marching through the woods.

"British men? Here? Why?" she exchange looks between the wolves, she slowly moves back as she had a nervous feeling pulling at her. As she was 3 miles back into the woods, bumps into a drunken British deserter. Julie gasp in shock as she backs up, he turns and looks at her, a drunken smile on his face. "Well. . . what's a. . . pretty thing. . . like you. . . doing in the. . . neck of. . . the woods?" he asks as he stumbles turns her, the wolves growls as the man approaches her. "Leave me alone!" she shouts at him, he laughs."Well look at this, the little girl thinks she she's so big and scary, now" he chuckles then grabs her arm and jerks her close to him.

The pack jumps at him, but he uses his free arm and smack them away. "Damn dogs, decline me my pleasures." he yells at them, Julie spots the gun on his belt, jerks her arm out of his grip, grabs his gun and steps away, pointing it at him.

"Oh. . . now. . . she . . .has a . . . gun. . . come on, princess. . . hit me." he taints her, she glares at him, finger tightens on the trigger. He charge at her, she close her eyes and pulls the trigger. A loud bang went off, follow by a thud, Julie opens her eyes and looks downs in horror as the man laid dead on the ground floor, a pool of his own blood starts to form.

Her heart speed up, breath quicken, kneels buckles, and all warmth and color wash from her face and body. Her knees were ready to give up, but she runs in time, the weapon in hand. Running back to her hut, fear taints her dreams and waking hours. Her friends did as much as they could to comfort her and help her through what happen a few nights ago.

As the 12th month passes Achilles comes and takes her back to the manor, and trains with the weaponry, language, and culture. Juliet spent most of the three years portaling around the manor, keeping people away from her home and from Achilles. As she grew, newly founded abilities were open to her, abilities Achilles tells her to the best of his knowledge.

She leans how to controls them, but not only that, whited faded markings appeared on her skin when she turn fourteen. Juliet was sitting in a tree playing her flute, when she heard the sound of horse hooves galloping up to the manor, she place her flute in her boot and climbs down from the tree and wonders into the shadows.

She watch a native boy, a year older than her. Walking up to the door and knocking on it. She watches Achilles open the door and closes it in his face, the native man tries again, Achilles still refuses to answers him. The native boy eyes the stables off to the side a bit, so he decide to stay the day there, Julie just rolls her eyes and walks to the house.

She knocks on the door, Achilles opens it and lets her in. "Non lascera sara lui?" she asks him in Italian, "No, Temo che cerchera di nuovo domani." he tells her, Julie sighs, ran her hand over her hood, pulling it down from her shoulder length black hair, dark ocean eyes, tan skin, and white faded markings along her face and skin. "I'm going to bed, see you in the morning." Julie mumbles to him, running her finger-less gloved hand through her hair, and walks to her room. "Good night, Juliet." Achilles said back, she walks into her room, closes the door behind her, strips out of her clothing, folds them perfectly on her dresser.

Wore a loose white shirt with loose trousers, she lays in her bed, carefully trying to recover from the last nights attack. Her hand slowly went to her hip and gently touch the wound, it was healing, but a slowly rate. She sighs turns over on her good side and allows herself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Later that morning, Julie awake to the sound of clicking on her window, she slowly sat up, rubs her eyes and saw the little blue bird, telling her to wake up. She chuckles, pulls off the covers and stood up. She strips out of her night clothing and back into her assassin outfit, opens her door, as she was walking by she spots Achilles shouting out the window. "Get the hell of my land!" he shouts and slams the window, Julie just smiles, cross her arms and leans against the wall. "Not going so well?" she asks him, "No, it's not, I hope he will go away now." Achilles states, she just shock her head.

"No he'll go for the balcony and try there." she informs him. He doesn't look surprise when she tells him that, "It will occur in three, two, one. ." she said as she counts down. Then the sound of the door in front of the balcony being jerk at. "Just hear me out! What are you so afraid of?!" the native asks him, Achilles grunts with annoyance, walks to the door and jerks it open. "Afraid? You think I'm afraid of anything, at least of all, a self-important little scab like you?!" he shouts at the native and pulling his feet out from under him. The native landed flat on his back and Achilles stood over him, pointing his cane. "Oh, you might dream of being a hero. Of ridding to the rescue, of saving the world, but stay this course, and the only thing you'll end up is dead." he states, stepping off of him and walking towards the door.

"The world's move on, boy. Best you do the same." he states and slams the door behind him. She watches Achilles walking away from him and heard the native yell, "I will not leave! you hear me!? I will never leave!" Julie just sighs and walks after Achilles, "Want me to go on portal?" she asks him, he nods. "Keep an eye on him, I have a feeling and I do not like it." he warns her. She nods, pulling on her hood and walking out the back door and climbing into a tree, pulls her flute out and starts to play, waiting and watching.

Later that night, the night was pouring down hard and the thunder sounded through in the sky. Julie sat in her tree, watching the native, then the sound of chatter reach her ears, she sat straight as the men from the other night deiced to return. She quietly jumps on her feet, jumps down from the tree, walks quietly through the shadows, pulling out her sword. "He's a square toes – This'll be easy." thug 1 states, "That's what you said last time and I wound up with a dead'orse and a dark eye from his little protector." Thug 2 states, thug 1 just chuckles, "Yeah, but we knife her good, so she'll be slow." he reminds thug 2.

"Who are you?" the native asks of them, the two turn and look at him. "No one you need concern yourself with, little breeches." Thug one tells him."Best cut 'fore before something bad 'appens." thug two tells him, Julie snuck up quietly behind them, "No." the native tells them, the two exchange looks. "Can't say we didn't warn ya." the other tells him, she jumps up behind one, stabs him in the back and slits his throat in two quick moves, she twits and stood by the native. "Damn! Brothers!" the other calls out, then more appear.

The native pulls out his tomahawk, and both charge at them. She twist, dodge, and slash at them, then one whams her in the hip. She let out a scream of pain and stumbled back, hand clutching her hip. "What's wrong lassy? Had enough?" he taunts, Julie fell to a knee.

Unknown to the thug, she reach behind her and grip her gun, she twirls again, her gun pointed at him, and sent a bullet right between his eyes. "Not even close, jackass." she states, then groans, blood seep through her fingers. "Why are you here? What do you want?" the native demands of the last remaining thug, "Best ask the bossman." he tells him, and wham the native was knock to the ground. Julie struggles to stand and help, "You workin' for the old man too? That it?" the bossman demands of him, standing over the native, pointing his club at him.

Julie spots out of the corner of her eye the last thug being place on the ground, "Maybe this will get ya talkin'." the bossman states, raising his club, but Achilles stabs him in the back and lowers him to the ground. Julie pushes herself up onto her feet and as Achilles pulls the Native to his feet, "Thank you." he tells him, "Clean this up. Then, I suppose we should talk." he tells the native as Julie limps over to him and Achilles helps her to the manor as the native cleans up the bodies.

Once the two were inside the house, Julie was leaning again the wall as she held her hand over her opened wound as a faint golden glow shows, closing the wound. "Goddamnit, that still hurt. . ." she mumbles, Achilles chuckles. The sound of the door open, Julie pulls her shirt down as she and Achilles turns to the door and the native waits in and tries to sit, but the seat gave out from under him.

Sending him to the ground, "Sorry." he quickly apologized, "Not your fault. This whole place is about ready to come down. Goddamn miracle it hasn't already. Anyway, who are you?" Achilles states. "My name is Ratohnhke:ton." he tells them, Julie just whistled at the long name of his. "Right. Well, I'm not going to pronounce that. Now tell me why." Achilles states. Ratohnhke:ton reaches in his pocket and pulls out a paper, unfolds it and hands it to him. "I was told to seek this symbol." he tells them, Achilles took the paper, Julie walks over and looks over his shoulder and saw the symbol of the Creed. "Do even know what that symbol represents? Or what it is you're asking for?" Achilles asks of him

"No." Ratohnhke:ton tells him, Julie rubs her temple and sighs, "And yet here you are." he states. "The spirit said that – That I've -" he tries to explain. "These "Spirits" of yours have been harassing the assassins for centuries. Ever since Ezio and Nymphlina uncorked the bottle. . . Ah – but you don't even know what an assassin is, do you?" Achilles states.

Ratohnhke:ton said nothing. "Well best settle in, then. I've got a story to tell and it's gonna take a while to get it all out." he states, Ratohnhke:ton grab another chair and set it down in front of him as Julie stood by Achilles and crosses her arms, listening to the story as well.

"... And so this is why the assassins have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of the Templars. Because if the succeed – your spirits visions will become reality." Achilles states as Ratohnhke:ton stood up abruptly. "Then I will stop them." he states. "Oh I have no doubt you'll try." he states, Achilles waves Julie over to him and helps him stand up, "Come on. I've something to show you." he states and walks. "Careful, it wasn't a joke when I said this place was coming apart." Achilles states as he lead Ratohnhke:ton out of the dinning room, with the help of Julie.

"Why don't you repair it?" he asks him, "What's the point? Besides I don't have the materials for the job." Achilles tells him. They walk as the stairs and towards the first door, "So buy them." Ratohnhke:ton states. And they reach the front room. "Look at me! Do you think I can just march into some store, purse full of pounds, and go shopping?" he asks of him. "Yes. Why not?" Ratohnhke:ton states. Julie giggles to herself a bit, "So naive..." Achilles states and walks up to a wall with a candle set.

Julie pulls it and a secret door opens. "This way." he tells Ratohnhke:ton and he follows the two into the hidden room. Julie lets go of Achilles's arm, knowing that he can walk on his own, then spots Ratohnhke:ton eyeing the Assassin uniform and the box that sat that the bottom, he knees down to open it. But Julie sets her foot on top of it, causing Ratohnhke:ton to straighten up and staggered back from her. "Don't think you can come in here, thrown those on and call yourself an Assassin?" Achilles questions him as he walks over towards them.

"I... did not... I would never presume..." Ratohnhke:ton stutters. But Achilles held up his hand, "That alright. I know they've a certain allure." he tells him, then walks behind him. "Very well. I will train you. Then we'll see if you've the right to wear those robes." he tells him, Ratohnhke:ton turns and looks at him and nods a bit to him.

"Thank you... uh..." Ratohnhke:ton pause not knowing their name. "Name's Achilles. And this is Juliet, but she goes by Julie." Achilles introduce themselves to him, and Ratohnhke:ton looks at Julie and watch her remove her foot from the box and walk away. "Come on, then. We've got work to do." he states and the three walk over to the frame that was covered with hammered together wood. Julie and Ratohnhke:ton remove the wooded frame, showing the top 6 Templar leaders, Julie to a hold of the candle holder and raise it up to the pictures. She notices that Ratohnhke:ton was eyeing the picture of Charles Lee. "What do the Templars want?" he asks Achilles, "What they've always wanted: Control. They see an opportunity in colonies. A chance for a new beginning, unfettered by the chaos of the past. This is why they back the British. Here they have a chance to illustrate the merits of their belief: A people in service to the principles of order and structure." Achilles explains to him.

"I have seen what is to come if they success. They have to die don't they? All of them. Even my father." Ratohnhke:ton states, Julie looks at him then back at the pictures. "Especially your father. He's the one holding the whole thing together." Achilles states and Ratohnhke:ton looks up at the picture of his father.