The Eagle and the Wolf

Hey story is subject to change because of little information I have on Assassin's Creed: Unity.

Arno and Daciana

Chapter 1: I dreamed a dream

1789, Eve of the Revolution

I wake up to a throbbing feeling in my head. My eyes fluttered open to find myself hanging upside down. The sight and knowing what kind of position I'm in, I shook myself awake only to be greeted by a spine-tingling chuckle. I turned my head in that direction. My shock only grew to see his sick powdered fingers tracing the edge of a slick black coffin. He turned his face toward me revealing powdered fixed hair and a faced fixed like a mime or a desperate girl. If I wasn't tied up or in a dire situation, I would have laughed out loud regardless of the consequences.

"You my dear know how to worry a poor man like me."

"You forgot to mention old and disgusting."

He stiffened up at my comment but continued talking as if we were at one of his parties. I turned my attention to the coffin.

"Beautiful isn't it, Daciana. I had it commissioned to be built a week ago. I made it a special order just for you when I found out about your little food escapades as charity work."

Oh crap he found out about where I have been sneaking of to. But if he knew, why did he let me continue? Unless…

"I see you finally understand," he said, "Yes, I know who was delivering the food to those filthy peasants on your behalf. And I must say what a shame my guards had to pay a visit to each one of them. I heard they have such nice families."

My heart pace quicken at that statement. Anger and fear immediately busted out as I shook and struggled against my chains to shout whatever curses I could muster up to call him. I was almost done cursing him when I felt an immense sharp pain resonate from my belly. I immediately stopped cursing and reeled myself from the pain gasping for breath which was hard to do upside down. I heard a whizz in the air and then felt pain from my back. I turned to see that he had a riding crop in hand.

He reached forward to grasp my face and look at him. "Now listen here you little abomination! After all I have done for you, taking out of your servant status to my home and making you into a lady, you still defy at every turn! You are just like your mother! If you weren't my own flesh and blood, I would have …" His face turned red with frustration more than anger. I caught an evil glint in his eye as if he were looking at me as piece of delectable meat. Then finally, with newfound horror, I realized what he really wanted with me.

"You would have had your way with me," I finished for him. "That's why you were so…"

A knock on the door interrupted us. His stupid girly face scrunched up in anger. "WHAT!"

The voice on the other side sounded a little frightened by his master's voice. "Beg your pardon sir, but the guests are starting to arrive now in the ballroom."

"Is that all?" he asked indignantly.

"No sir, some protestors are gathering in front of the palace gates and are growing."

"Now how is that a problem, Captain?"

"Well sir, the men are staring to grow nervous."

"Then have your men fire on the crowd if they are not gone by noon. No one gets in! Do I make myself clear?!"

Startled, the captain saluted. "Yes sir, and sir what shall tell the guests?"

"Send on of your to tell them I will join them shortly."

Captain nodded and looked to me with pity before he shut the door. My captor then turned to me with a sicker grin than before. Despite all my training, I knew I was going to die from this one. I was practically in a room where they prepare the corpses. As he kept beating me with the crop, I turn my mind to the people, hoping that someone will take up my work to help them. I thought of my master, working the apple orchard farm we had. He was the only parent I knew after my mother. I missed him so much. Then finally the whipping stopped. I managed to lift my head to see him carrying a carving knife. I almost cried at the sight. Then he placed a bucket under my head.

"I am going to ask of this once Daciana. Once."

"Do you work for the assassins? Were you feeding them information? Consorting with them?"

I quirked my eyebrow in confusion? Assassins? I may be a traitor to this man but I'm not in league with them, yet. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've never…"

Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my left hand and started to cut away some of my ring finger. I screamed in pain and begged for him to stop. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as he sawed away my finger. Then finally it was over, but the pain was still present, as if the knife never stopped cutting. He then lifted my head by grasping my hair. I looked into his eyes, daring him as he placed the knife at my throat. He started to slice my throat on my right side but stopped. He then dropped me leaving me to hang back and forth.

"A quick death would've been an easy escape from my wrath my dear. Oh don't worry you'll die I cut enough to make sure your life will drain away. Drop by drop." He then chuckled to himself as if he made a joke. Then he grabbed his over coat and left. I heard him shouting to the men to make sure that the room is sealed and that no one enters. Then all I was left with was the sound of my life dripping away. Before I passed out, I heard muffled shouts and singing, definitely not that of the privileged. I then smiled to myself. Well, may the people have their justice. Hopefully this country can get back on its feet, even if I won't live to see it. It's a shame I'm the bastard daughter of the Marquis.