Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any Assassin's Creed-related media. This fanfic is inspired by another fanfic titled 'Death of a Kenway'. However, mine will be a much longer version of it. It would contain details of Assassin's Creed: Forsaken and Black Flag novel.

==Chapter One: Reunion==

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1735, London

Edward Kenway stood his ground against two of the mercenaries, his sword clashing against those of the intruders. Initially, Edward was pushing the two mercenaries back. Suddenly, a sharp pain flared up in his side, causing him to wince. He had never truly recovered from the wound when escaping the Observatory, and it was bad timing for him to be affected by it now.

This left him open to a surprise attack. One of the men, with strange pointed ears over his mask seized the opportunity to violently elbow Edward to the wooden floor. Edward clutched his side, gritting his teeth as he struggled to stand, just as the two men loomed over him. If only had my hidden blades with me right now… He cursed inwardly to himself.

These men…men who were affiliated with those who had burnt down his family's home over two decades ago. Men who had caused nothing but misery in his life, who made him lose his closest friends and family. But there is no way that he would let them take his new family. Never.

Renewed with fiery determination, Edward darted forward and taking Pointy Ears by surprise, swung his arm and struck his head violently with the hilt of his sword. He then thrust out a kick at the second man who flew backwards to the floor.

Edward then focused his attention back on Pointy Ears, who was recovering from the blow. Using his sword, Edward slashed at Pointy Ear's face, who screamed as his face sprayed blood and fell back to the floor of the manor.

Clutching his blade tightly, Edward swung his arm back to deliver the killing blow. Afterwards, he will deal with the other intruders; make them pay for breaking into his home…threatening his family…

But that would never happen.

He suddenly felt a searing pain in his chest, like a fiery knife, and let out a pained cry. Looking down, he saw a blade extend out from his chest, as a warm liquid oozed out from the blade. Looking behind, he had seen that the second man had recovered, and impaled him from behind.

Edward fell to the floor on his knees, and to his horror, he saw his son. His ten-year-old son appear at the entrance to the games room, with an appalled and horrified expression on his face.

He saw his son's face contort with fury, and lunged at the attacker. No Haytham! Edward weakly thought to himself. Go save yourself! Save your mother and sister! He wanted to cry out to stop him, but he couldn't make a sound.

Edward watched as his killer managed to avoid Haytham's attack and let go of the sword still embedded in his chest. Edward collapsed to the wooden floor with a thud.

Soon, he saw that his son had fallen to the floor as well, meeting him eye to eye. Feebly, Edward tried to reach for his son's hand, to tell him something. Stay strong! Protect our family! Do not listen to the Templars! Many thoughts bounced in his mind, until he made his choice on what to tell him.

That he loved him.

Suddenly, Edward cried out in pain as he felt the sword being pulled out from his chest, and he collapsed back to the floor. Soon, everything went black.

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When Edward opened his eyes, he struggled to crawl back up to his feet. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. He thought to himself. A really dangerous dream… He would wake up in a comfy bed next to his wife, to see his daughter and son alive and safe, his home unharmed.

But his stomach lurched when he saw where he was. He was in his manor. But not in Queen Anne's Square, but in Great Inagua. It was the island that he had claimed from the Templar Julien du Casse twenty years ago, and last departed it thirteen years ago to meet his daughter, still a young age of nine.

What made him even more surprised was the very familiar faces that he saw, sitting together at a table with smiles on their faces. Mary, Thatch, Ben, Bonnet, Vane and Rackham.

Bonnet was the first to speak, with a jovial smile on his face as he waved. "Hello Edward! Gosh, it brings us great happiness to see you again!"

"Took you long enough for you to finally show up, Edward." Mary, dressed in his James Kidd outfit, smiled and gave him a wink.

Confusion ran in Edward's mind. His friends were supposed to be dead. It must be nothing but some crazy dream brought out from a horrific nightmare.

"Y-You guys can't be alive!" Edward babbled in an embarrassing manner, words unable to comprehend the different emotions within him.

"Of course we're not! You're the one who killed me." Hornigold lightly joked with a smirk on his face.

"Then why am I seeing you all? I must be dreaming! A crazy and yet realistic dream…"

It was Thatch's turn to reply, with a hearty laugh that brought Edward back some wonderful memories in the past. "Oh no, Kenway! It's no dream, it's real!"

"Then, that means…" Edward sputtered as a dark realization came to his mind.

Mary's smile faded as she stood up from her chair and walked towards Edward. She then placed a hand on his shoulder. "It means-that you're dead…"

Edward's eyes widened in horror, mouth agape as he repeatedly shook his head in shock. "No…No, I can't die! Not now! Not when I need to protect my family! My wife, my daughter my son! They are in great danger, to the Templars!"

Hornigold quickly averted his gaze, with a remorseful look on his eyes. He joined the Templars because he believed that they could help him in life, but nearly had his old friend killed and paid the price for it with his life. Now his friend is dead with him and his family at risk.

Tears began to well up in Edward's eyes. He remembered when he took a pair of beautiful flowers and handed them to his daughter, Jennifer at Great Inagua. He remembered carrying Haytham when they were at the Opera house. He died on the day before his son's tenth birthday, to see him live through ten years of his life.

"It's okay, Edward." Mary said in a comforting tone. She too knows how it was like to lose a child. To have her child ripped away from her by those who showed no sympathy to her plight. "I'm sure that they'll be safe. I hope as well."

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End of Chapter One