A few months after the funeral, Connor cornered me and made me promise to write down my story before I forgot it all. He had been nagging me about doing it ever since I came clean with him about who I truly was.
Things have calmed down with the Templars so much I actually have some free time for myself. I haven't felt this calm ever since Achilles first took me in and healed me. Even Connor doesn't really have anything to do, besides taking care of the homestead and the people living on it.
We both have lost close friends in this damn war. Even with what happened with my friends, I never truly hated any of them. Maybe I was still caught up in the false dream that they would ever see the true light of what the Templars were doing. I'm not sure.
These past few years have been the hardest on me. Choosing to stay here was hard. I've come to terms that I'll never be able to see my family again since I destroyed my only way home so the Templars would never be able to use it to their advantage.
I've learned that I can't hold on to everything. I have to focus on the present, even though my true birth date isn't even for another 300 years. (I have never ever really gotten used to that)
My name is Piper, and this is my story.