~ Meredith Walker, 1777.
Thoughts of all kinds filled the room, but no one would dare to speak them out loud. They were afraid. Afraid of a young woman, who would soon become their leader.
Just looking at the door, the crowd remained silent, knowing that was the only thing they could do right now.
The door opened and only one man appeared. Everyone made sure they were seated, as he made his way to the stage. He did not speak, since it was not yet time for his speach. The girl had yet to arrive.
And again, everyone was staring at the big door. The man did so too. A great man he was, but at the moment, there was someone far more interesting. He dealt with that perfectly, not feeling any jealousy towards her, since she was the only one capable of doing what needed to be done.
The time to speak arrived as he heard the front door open and he cleared his throat to get the attention.
'Today.. A great woman fell. The assassins stroke once again,' he said, lacking emotion in his words. He did not care for this woman. That was no secret.
'But, we have to move on. Madeleine will not be leading us anymore. Our fellow Templar Meredith will,' he spoke.
The great woman appeared. Everyone gazed at her as if she were a princess. She was not, but she was to become something much more than that.
As she made her way towards the stage, everyone was studying her. Her long brown hair, the clothing that Madeleine used to wear, the pretty face, the thin body.. Even though she did not seem scary at first sight, she had assassinated some of the greatest enemies, so she had earned all the respect she was given.
Now, it was time for her to speak.
"The Assassins.. They think they have won, but it is impossible to win. We do not need one leader, one mind to rule the whole Order. We.. Together.. We are the Order. We will get what we want and the Assassins will lose."
She was very realistic, but she knew that there weren't many Assassins left in this area, so this would be easy.
"May the father of understanding guide us."