Hi guys. I've been thinking about doing this for a while and I now finally found the inspiration and purpose to do it. I will mix up multiple historical eras in the memories/flashbacks of the protagonist, since I couldn't decide on one... Enjoy!

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All my life I've worked so hard to get where I wanted to be and to make my dreams come true. It's been a constant struggle against fate itself, a fight I've fought since I was barely a kid.

I was born in a small town. My parents were poor people, but honest. Mother worked at a grocery shop. Father was a builder. Still my early years were the best in my life. Despite our not-so-big income, we were a happy family. Me, my younger brother, Nicolas, my parents, Jane and Erik Falconer. We were happy with having each other. We were happy with being together, as a family. We needed no riches to give us our happiness. It was a simple life, yet it was one I later came to regret not having cherished.

As younglings, my Nico and I used to play around all the time, either with other kids or just the two of us. I loved playing hide'n'seek. I was great at it. Especially when my turn to seek came. When I was looking for people, I focused better on my surroundings. I could see... Differently. In fact, not only see, but feel, in a strange way. I just don't have the words to describe it. It's sort of like using all senses at a time, and you are so focused on the world around you that they merge and blend together. It's like you could see sounds, or hear sights. This rather unusual ability of mine helped me in my hand of hide'n'seek. I could "see" pattern-like shapes in the air, glowing a colour not visible with a normal eye. I could know where that person had gone and where they were hiding.

This sight thing also helped me when meeting new people. I could read their emotions in that specific glow they emanated. It was really helpful...

I went to school in the City, because we didn't have one in my town. I did my best to get the best grades I could, because I knew what effort my parents made to sustain me for my studies. Above all, I excelled at History. I really loved learning about the past. Many times, when our teacher was talking, I had this vague feeling of déjà-vu. It was like I could actually remember being there... Or should I say "then"?

Either way, I finished middle school with pretty good results, good enough to ensure me a place at a good High School. This was my chance of building a life.

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I walk the road leading to the High School gates. I've never been more scared of anything in my whole life. I don't know how classes are going to be, I have no idea who I am going to meet... I hate the unpredictable.

We've had this series of introductory sessions during which we were informed about the rules of the school and our schedule. We were also given the codes which unlock the padlocks of our lockers.

I open the door and go in. I wander about in the main corridor, where all the lockers are. I notice that some lockers are labeled with various names. I guess this is how the new students would find their locker until the time they learned where their locker was. I see the "Loreen Falconer" label somewhere at the end of the corridor. I walk towards it. Yup. That's mine. Just a plain metallic locker like everyone else's. I open the padlock using the combination that was given to me during the introductory meeting. Inside I find my school stuff. As I close the locker I see someone fumbling through the locker on my left. He seems to have a hard time putting his stuff in order.

'Hey. Can I help you?' I ask.

He turns towards me. Unwillingly, my heart skips a beat. He has shoulder-length dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, though most hair pretty much hung lose, deep blueish-green eyes and a confused, slightly embarrassed smile on his lips. He is wearing a black T-shirt with a skull and crossbones. I can't help but notice how well-built he was...

Snap out of it!, I tell myself.

'Hi,' he says. He runs his fingers through his hair. 'No, but thank you. I just seem to be clumsier than usual.'

He goes back to messing books around his locker. He must be older, since his locker is personalized. I spot tiny drawings of ships and old-looking boats. For some reason, I seem to know them pretty well...

'I remember that ship...' I mutter.

The boy manages to put his books in place. Then he turns to me with a puzzled look. 'Excuse me?'

'That ship.' I point to a three-master frigate. I have the vaguest sensation I've actually seen that ship. 'Queen Anne's Revenge?'

He looks at me in disbelief. I must have got it right. Still I can't shake off the crazy feeling I got at the sight of that particular frigate. Where had I seen her?

'Yeah,' he says. 'How did you recognise it?'

'Honestly? I have no idea. '

I start remembering bits of information I must have read about the ship and her captain. Queen Anne's Revenge. Initially HMS Concord. Launched 1710. Captured by French in 1711. Renamed La Concorde de Nantes. Captured by pirates in 1717. Renamed Queen Anne's Revenge. Captain Edward Thatch. Blackbeard. Pirate. Formerly a privateer. Active 1716-1718. Operated in the West Indies and along the coast of the American Colonies.

My vision blurs. I put a hand on my locker to steady myself. I can vaguely hear the boy in front of me asking me if I feel alright. The last thing I feel before blacking out is him catching me before I fall.

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Flashes of images run before my eyes. The sea. Ships. A port. I recognise it as being Nassau of the 18th century. A man with an impressive-looking pitch-black beard with lit fuses in it. Blackbeard. Ship battles. A pirate flag. A frigate-Queen Anne's Revenge. Multiple other scenes roll across my mind, some I can't begin to comprehend. A pirate dressed in robes, with a hood shading half his face. Then I hear a voice...

'Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are Assassins.'

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'Hey!'

I open my eyes. I find myself in an embrace. I pull myself back, embarrassed. The boy I met earlier looks at me amused.

'How...' I choke on my words. 'How long have I been out?'

'A couple of seconds,' he replies. 'What happened?'

Seconds?!They felt like decades! I look away embarrassed.

'I'm terribly sorry. I have no idea what happened. I just...'

'Hey, chill out. Don't worry about it!' He smiles. I feel my heart melting. 'Just... Take care, okay?

He turns and walks away, leaving me staring at him. Suddenly he turns around and shouts across the corridor.

'I'm Jason, by the way! Pleased to meet you, Loreen!'