Man in The Hood

by Aced-Card

Isabel is a woman at the age of 20. She's always been by herself, doing everything for her self. That all changes when she sees the man in the hood. Curious, she follows him, only the be sucked into his world. The only thing is, that she's a daughter of a Templar leader. Rated T for language and blood.

1. Chapter 1

A young woman, about the age of 20, went strolling along with the crowd. She, like everybody else, wasn't very observant towards the man in the hood. The crowd seemed to blend the man in, as if he were a normal person just flowing along with the crowd. It wasn't very hard to spot the man in the hood if he was alone. His clothes were a mixture of dark blue and black, his eyes barely even showing from under the hood.

She tried to push her way out of the ocean of people, trying to get in front of everybody. Personal space was quite the problem for her, especially in such big crowds of people.

While gently shoving people out of the way, somebody pushed her back, a bit violently. When she whipped around to see who it was... there was nobody but a blueish streak threading through the crowd. The sound of screaming and yelling came from where the streak had went. When she turned back around, there were guards parting the people for a path. All of them were running towards the way of the blue streak, weapon in hand. The young woman watched as they ran, they were very angry.

As the guards ran by, she could hear their shouts of anger with their commanding voices. Everybody made way for them, except for the woman. She was very curious about it. The blue streak and all.

Quickly, she changed her direction and ran after the guards, people staring at her as she ran. The guards paid no attention to her what so ever. They were apparently to busy chasing after the streak. She was very familiar with the guards, though. Her father was a Templar and he educated her a lot about the guards and their duty.

When the guards had finally reached their destination, she stopped as well. The sight of a man on a roof top was the first thing she had seen, regarding the guards that were in front of her. When she went to go look at the civilians, some of them were throwing rocks at the man. He seemed to pay no attention as the rocks pelted him like bullets. The guards were yelling orders at him, orders that he also ignored.

The woman watched as the man vanished into the roofs of the buildings. As curious as she was, she was also not brave enough to follow him into the groups of roofs. She just stood there, staring at the last place she had seen the odd man. The man in the hood.

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Sorry this was short, but the only reason it is, is because this is just the introduction.

-Rainbow