Hi guys. A lot of u didn't enjoy my last story… Or the one before that. Those were written by my good friend TorrentOfTransparency. She just got her account and hasn't published anything yet. Hopefully, this one will be different.
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Arno settled down in his chair and his dog came to rest on his feet. Turning 57 in a few days… Unfortunately, he had no one to celebrate it with. He hadn't married after the death of Elise, and didn't plan on marrying anytime soon. Despite the village bachelorettes sending him poems and love letters… Ugh…
The assassins had tried to get him to come back to the creed, but he'd either returned their letters or sent off their messengers with a few Francs. On one occasion, he had to fight one… Sent the boy home with a black eye, a broken arm, and a bloody nose for his troubles.
France was settling down, and so was he.
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Harper checked the address. It was right… A two story manor out in the middle of nowhere. Three miles from the village. Seven potential entrances, a distraction opportunity… No, this was an old man, not some kind of Templar. An ex-Assassin old man, she reminded herself. She wasn't going to knock at 9:00 pm… Instead, she found the nearest tree and pulled her black and white robes over herself like a blanket, setting her traveling bag behind her head.
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Arno felt a presence in the garden. He hardly saw the white trim without his eagle vision. Probably another damned messenger. His dog seemed a little unsettled, but Arno calmed him down and retired for the night.
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I know this was short, even for a prologue, but I really want to start the main story in chapter 1.
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Cheers,
TorrentOfIrony