Hello, people!
Ok... This drabble it's something creepy and weird, but I always anted to translate it with my best effort a long time ago. It's part of a weird crossover of Sputh Park, Tintin and Assassin's Creed that I'm writting on Spanish, my mother language, named "Assassin's Creed: Evolution". The story itself narrates about Tintin's life as an Assassin ancestor of Butters and Trent Boyett (I know, it's creepy and maybe stupid, but I love to experiment those kind of writings XD).
Anyway, I hope it could like you.
Hugs!
Vicka.
P.s: South Park, Assassin's Creed and Tintin aren't mine. They belong to Comedy Central, Ubisoft and Moulinsart Editorials.
P.s2: Excuse my poor English on the story ^_^'. I hope you could understand it.
Guardian Angel.
Dedicated to: emily-thegreat and Mcpricorn
Ancestor and descendants.
Three identical water drops on their way to bringing justice and revenge. Three souls intertwined together under blood's law.
The ancestor look closely the actions of his descendants, which they carried out by the common good; he can see and feel their feelings and their dreams. He could even know who of both is more agile and fast, and who is more intelligent and cunning.
Until deceased, he knows that those two were his descendants. He knows that anytime they will find out what he had left through them and he knows, once found their inheritance, that they would do the right thing in destroy or preserve that strange artifact called the Apple of Eden.
Anyway, he was their Guardian Angel, the protector of their young souls, the only one whose message was written in the veins of both boys.
- Did you feel that? -you queried Leopold "Butters" Stotch a little dismayed.
- What? -replicated Trent Boyett, his cousin, surprised.
- Someone... Someone is watching us...
Leopold returned his gaze discreetly backwards. There was no one.
It was only the nothingness.
- Let's go to the school, Leo - Trent told him suddenly.
- Okay - Leo replied.
Both marched while a shadow, alienated to this world, is watching them with a mixture of serenity, pride and hope. The small blond was not silly, and he knew that very well from the beginning. The boy noticed his presence and however decided wisely to miss that sensation. The eldest one, instead, seemed to have been not aware of his presence, although it was better to leave it like that.
- Those are my boys... - whispered Valentine "Tintin" Léroux Ynigov before fading away in the air.