Children of the Machine

by tavingtonsbeauty

George Westhouse never expected to find the woman he loved or become part of the Assassins. Nor did he ever expect that he would have a child who would become an assassin herself. Raised almost as a younger sister to the Frye twins, Elizabeth would find her own way in the turbulent times of the IR much to her father's displeasure. Together they would bring Order back to London.

1. Letters

Assassin's Creed: Children of the Machine

Chapter 1 – Letters

The office was dark and cold.

It had been a very cold day in the middle of February 1868

The small figure moved forward and struck a light to a candle. The form was short, but the part of her face that remained visible under her cowl was thin boned and clearly female. She took a breath looking about as she lifted the candle to get her bearings in the room.

This office had been the office of her godfather. She had rarely come into this room while he lived, but now, she felt compelled to intrude and seek out information and guidance before she left for London.

She lifted the candle and went to the desk. A collection of letters were stacked there, neatly addressed, and sealed. The first had been for Evie, the second for Jacob, the third for George, and at last, the fourth, was for her.

She lifted it reverently looking at the looped script of her godfather who had recently passed. She looked about feeling an odd chill as though the spirit of Ethan remained here in some measure.

She shook her head and broke the seal and opened the letter.

December 12th, 1867

Dearest Elizabeth,

You will one day know the trials that await you. Born to this order you will know joy and you will know heartache. You will know family and you will know abandonment. Dark skies are rising over this country and time is running low. Now, the Templars wish to control all. The leader has taken London with an iron fist and yet the Council is blind to the need. I loved you as a daughter and it was with no small amount of pride that I helped train you into the weapon you have become Remember the Creed and keep it sacred. Every man is mortal, every life bounds to an end, but certain things will never change. Remember this well, Elizabeth, my goddaughter, what you have learned. May the Creed guide you on your quests and deeds. We are assassins.

Ethan

Elizabeth folded the note and looked out the window at the falling snow. The Council was sending her to London. Ethan had always guided her. She felt his loss now more than ever. Sighing she tucked the note into her clothing and left the room as soundlessly as she had entered.