He ran up the hill, his breath was visible in the cold air, his throat was sore and his legs burned underneath him. He bended over, made a few strange noises, like if he should throw up, but nothing exit his mouth. He looked at the village not far away, and as he took a deep breath he started to run once again. He ran into the village, avoided all kind of unnecessary fights against the British guards. His white hood was to be seen clearly, if you knew what you were looking for. He ran towards a building, grabbed the edge of it, but as he pulled his body closer to the edge, he felt the wooden edge in his hands slightly creek and were to fall apart any moment. The white hooded man pulled harder, but the more he pulled the more the edge creeked and in this attempt it fell apart. He felt his body fall, but not for long, a hand reached out for him, grabbed him by his robes and pulled him on top of the building. The white hooded man now sat in front of another hooded man, but his hood was black, not white. The black hooded man stared at the man he just saved, "assassin?" his eyes were covered by his black hood, his weapons were clearly visible for the white hooded man and he knew that he could not fight him back, not while sitting on the ceiling of a building. The Assassin could see a smile painted on the dark hooded pale lips, "who are you?" he asked his savior, "my name is Garrett" he answered, "and you are Darryll" he continued, but his eyes never rested on the Assassin. The dark hooded man finally looked at his white hooded prayer, "I am the Thief" he said without feeling shamed, "the Thief? The man, who kills to get a few coins?!" the Assassin stood up and unhooked his hidden blade, a special tool all Assassin's got the first day as an Assassin, "I have no coins for you to steal but I have one thing for you" Darryll said, but before he could attack, the Thief jumped on him, forced him to the roof, grabbed his hands, stumped on the blade, made it break and he kicked it away. Darryll tried to fight in order to free his arms, but Garrett's strenght were too much,"let me go!" he screamed, but his screams soon stopped as the Thief unplugged the poor Assassin's weapons, kicked them all away and laughed down in his throat, "you are 20 years too late to fight me, boy" Garrett sat on the back of Darryll, as much as he could hear, this Thief had a hoarse voice. The Assassin's breath hyperventilated and his heart started to beat like a thousand of wild horses running through the plains of the wild woods outside of the village, he started to cough, "get... off me!" he coughed again, the Thief looked just as cold at him as before, "no, kiddo" he said, "p-please!" Darryll coughed the word out, "astma.." the Thief stood up, grabbed all the Assassin's weapons, placed them all in his own belts, gently lifted up the young Assassin and walked straight towards the stairs, which led down to the ground.
The Assassin woke up in a soft bed, not wearing his robes anymore, only wearing a white shirt with bottons and nothing else. He sat up straight and glanced through the room, but as the door opened I quickly lied down once again and pretended to sleep. "Will he be all right, doctor?" a hoarse and dark voice said, Garrett's voice, "he will, just let him relax for a few days" the doctor said, the door closed gently and Darryll sat up again, to his surprise the Thief was standing at the edge of the bed, "so you were actually awake" he said, the Assassin growled slightly, "you could have fooled me, boy. Ever using that trick to fool your enemies to think you are dead?" he asked the young man, "once, yes" Darryll answered short, feeling naked without the hood and his weapons, "where have you put my robes and weapons?" he asked, "somewhere save" the Thief asnwered and pulled off his hood, revealed his true face, and a scar over his right eye. Darryll could not help it, but slide his fingers over his own scar at the edge of his mouth, just like the one Ezio and Altaïr had. Garrett slapped away the Assassin's hand, sat down next to him, and ran his own finger across the scar, "this scar.. Is it an Assassin thing?" he asked, "not at all. I got it in a fight" Darryll answered, looking into the eyes of the Thief.