Fighting 'Till The War's Won
Author's Notes: I don't own Assassin's Creed. I do own Elizabeth, Olivia and Andrew Worthington though. Please review. There will be warnings, so please if you don't like the warning's I give you...Don't read then. Anyway, on with the Prologue! I would like you to give me 5 reviews to start with! It will be mostly on Olivia's point of view. I will want to know if you want any other POV's especially if you want a specific chapter. So please do tell.
P.S: This was inspired by Angel with a shotgun by the cab. This story will be based on the game, except now I've thrown in new characters and a different type of plot for Connor and Haytham. Also there will be spoilers so you have been warned! Other than that...Enjoy!
Prologue
August 10th 1755
It was a warm August night, the warm breeze embraced Haythem Kenway as he walked the streets of Boston. The streets were crowded, as always and the people were polite. "Haytham! Mister Kenway!" a man shouted as he rushed over to Haytham. The man's blond mess of hair, seemed to have been pulled repeatedly and his dark blue eyes frightened. "What's wrong Andrew?" Haytham asked alarmed.
"Elizabeth, she is about to have the baby. I can't find any doctors!" he fumbles as he shares his worries with his friend. "Go to your wife, I will be over with a doctor as soon as possible," Haytham says patting his friend's shoulder. Andrew rushes to his home as Haytham rushes to find a doctor. When he finally found one, they rushed over to the Worthington household.
Elizabeth was in pain as she was giving birth. Her screams and cries filled the house. "She's upstairs," Haytham tells the doctor as Haytham stayed downstairs. Hours passed, Haytham sat in waiting as Andrew and Elizabeth were delivering their child with the help of a doctor. Haytham grew anxious with every second of every hour. Just as the doctor treaded his way downstairs a bright smile on his face, Haytham gave thanks and rushed upstairs.
"Is everything alright?" Haytham says as he reached the door, he slowly opened it and was relieved to see the happy family. He stalked in closer, afraid he would interrupt the special moment. "Come closer Haytham," Elizabeth said, her eyes soft and smile warm. Her skin was drenched with sweat but she had the most elegant glow of all.
Elizabeth has bright lime green eyes, long brown hair and pale features. When Haytham got close enough to see the baby inside the bundle of cloth he smiled softly. The child was fast asleep, its face was like an angel as it made his old heart fill with warmth. "Her name is Olivia Eliza Worthington," Elizabeth tells her husband's friend. "Eliza was my idea," Andrew states adoring his little new-born daughter.
"Olivia was mine," Elizabeth says with a little giggle. "Would you like to hold her?" she asks Haytham and he looks up to Andrew worried he would be the first male to hold her. "You can hold her, I've had my time with her," Andrew tells Haytham with a small smile. Gently Haytham takes the child and stares down at her adoringly. He barely had seen the girl's eyes open and was already wrapped around her finger.
Olivia's skin was a cream like tone as her fathers, she had some features of her mother but some were her fathers. Haytham placed his pinky finger near her hand and she instantly grabbed it. Her angelic face smiled slightly as she slept. Haytham knew she would be the end of him. "Haytham, we were wondering..." Andrew started and stared down at his wife. "That since we have no family members to take responsibility with us...We were wondering if you would like to be her godfather?" Elizabeth asks and he chuckles.
"I would love to, but...On one condition." The parents looked down at the baby that was in his arms, afraid of what he was going to say or do. "She gets to call me uncle," he tells them and they laugh in relief. "Sure Haytham, sure." That night as the three of them cared for baby Olivia, little did they know that Haytham's child Connor was born a couple of nights later. Fate also didn't show the five of them what would happen to the children, or to themselves.
Revolutions would happen, friendships would be destroyed, many would die and loyalties will be tested while love was in the mix. Haytham was in trouble, for the little girl he cared for so much wouldn't be the cause of death but would be the cause of something more. Something completely unpredictable...
~F.T.T.W.W~
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What is your favourite Assassin's Creed outfit?
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