Ehem, I am rewriting most of my stories now…starting with this one. Some of you who are familiar with my work know that I love to play with History and connect the dots so to speak. After much debate with myself (and a little push from watching the Unity trailer over and over again) I decided to take a new turn with this particular story. I realized that I had placed the character of Vitoria in a time where she couldn't really grow. So I will reinvent her. I am not sure if I want a romance between her and Connor or if I want her to join in with the French Revolution at some point. We shall see, because I often let my 'monsters' develop on their own. Now there is a little back story to Vitoria's family in this redo, which I will cover in another story which will most likely be a redo of Eternum.

I own nothing, except a few horses, and maybe a silly pony that will make his way into this story somehow.

Williamsburg, Virginia 1775

Dearest Friend,

I feel there is unrest here in Williamsburg, something dark and terrible, without a doubt. I do my best to insure that everything is looked after as it should be, but I am getting older and my son is no longer here. My legacy runs true with my dear Vitoria, bless her. She has become very skilled in many things and I feel that if she were to wed that horrid man from Boston, everything we have worked hard for will be gone, for she would murder him is his sleep. She is too bold, but very beautiful.

I feel as though she may need help in this world she was born into, but there are so few of our brothers here in the colonies, though I hear there are some of our brothers in the making. Word has reached me that you have taken on an apprentice. Perhaps I will meet him, but then again, there is much to be done here. As much as an old man can do. You and I both know that our time in this world is getting ever shorter and who will be there to remember what little we have done. Not many I suppose, but the impact of what we have done will be felt and seen.

It is with great sorrow that I feel my burdens will now be on my daughter's shoulders for I do not see an end to this war. Should I perish, she will have everything and then nothing. This war will kill her, much like it has killed many of our brothers and sisters.

My friend, I will keep you informed and should my death occur, my daughter will be in contact. I feel in the next few months, there will be nothing left of me.

Your Longtime Friend and Brother,

William Charles Grey III of Northumberland

He read over the letter once more before sealing the envelope with red wax and storing it in the inside of his coat. William, or Will Grey as he was known throughout the city of Williamsburg, was nearing the age of sixty and no one had ever disrespected him in any way. He was a gentleman and since the death of his beloved Nanette sixteen years before, he never remarried. Will had always been a part of Williamsburg and with that in mind; everyone knew who he was, even when walking down the streets of the city. He never cared much for outward appearance, but he did make sure to not look like a poor man only because his daughter would never let him leave the house looking like one.

He could always hear her voice in his head when something didn't look right, for every mishap was corrected with a chide remark about appearance, to which he would grumble in reply. Today though, he was a slight more careful about appearance more so than usual. The Governor, John Murray, had called upon him for a meeting with his fellow statesmen. The Fourth Earl of Dunmore, who was by no means nice or looked out for his people, did however value the opinion of the wealthy men in the city. Most of Williamsburg knew it was no secret that Murray supported the Crown and that everything he did was for the crown, nothing more. Thus it was Will's job to at least let Murray believe he still supported the Crown as well. This was a false pretense as Will had no love for the Crown, nor did he have love for who was manipulating Murray.

"Father?" He heard his daughter's voice as he fiddled with the papers on his desk. Picking up his spectacles to read what was on it.

"Ah. In here My Dear!" He heard the clack of her heels on the wood floor as she strode over to the door and opening it with a smile on her face. "I can't seem to find that bloody document I had with the title for the new workers. Do you remember seeing it?" He put the one in his hand down and flipped over a few more, earnestly looking as she stepped over to his desk and opened the draw. "I know I put it around here somewhere." He grumbled.

"Father, I do remember you putting it in your draw when I handed it to you. After all you do have a nasty habit of shuffling things away when you are busy with something else." She said with a giggle then pulled out a hefty pile of papers out of the draw and dropping them on the desk. "There seems too many of these, I would say about ten or so." He stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a hand on his hip.

"My Dear Vitoria, you are so much like your mother. More organized than myself and with a wit as sharp as a knife." Will said taking his hands and putting them on her cheeks with a smile on his aging face. "No matter, it is most helpful when you are." He kissed her on her brow. "Yes, well, I suppose we should go. Lady Charlotte has asked to see you and we best not be late." He said picking up the stack of documents and shuffling through them.

"No doubt to discuss the next ball. I really hate those dreadful balls, so boring and full of drunken men." Vitoria said, pulling at an auburn curl that had fallen out of her bun. "And the women aren't helpful either."

"Now, now My Dear, don't be too hasty to blow them off. You may meet someone worth your time at one of these balls." Will explained with a twinkle in his grey eyes. Vitoria's sapphire eyes held contempt and disdain as she promptly started to organize her father's desk, annoyed at his jest. "I only want to see you happy." He mumbled.

"You know that I will never be happy when there is so much that needs to be done. I don't want to marry and be a housewife; I want to be like our family. I want to make a difference." She stood up strait after stacking the documents on the corner of his desk and he swore he could see sadness in her eyes. No tears, just sadness at the idea of being caged.

"Oh Vitoria, there will be a day when you will make a difference, but for now I must think about your safety." Will said with the same degree of sadness in his tone but, it had to be an afterthought to his true motive. He really did not want to lose another child to this war. "Even if it means marriage."

Vitoria said nothing, but the message was clear and the mood of the room told her it was the end of the conversation. Though she did not want to admit it, she did know that her father was right. She lost her brother to this war last June and it weighed heavy on her heart that she had not been ready to help him in his struggles. If she had been ready, Thomas would be standing with her today trying to convince their father to reconsider marriage. She missed Thomas dearly.

"Well, we must be going." Will cleared his throat and exited the room, leaving Vitoria to pick up the pieces of her emotions and sort herself out. Today would probably change the rest of her life.

It was no secret that she disliked the Governor, but she did have a love for Lady Charlotte and her children. Though Lady Charlotte was living a life of luxury, she detested the way her husband dealt with the citizens of Virginia. She believed that he was more concerned with himself and where he stood, rather than bring the colonists of Virginia together. However, Vitoria knew that resent for the Crown was already forcing the hand of the Colonists to band together. It was without a doubt, the only option for the people of the colonies.

Putting her thoughts on the matter aside, she smoothed down her cream colored dress and walked out of the room, grabbing the hat she had left on the table outside of her father's study. She let out a breath as she put the cream colored hat with a hunter green ribbon atop her head, forcing any of her curls that had come undone back into place before following her father out the door.

The Grey's mansion was not the biggest but, it was not the smallest. It was off the ground like many of the other houses, with brick pathways leading to the doors on the side and back of the mansion. The siding of the house was white, while the shutters were a dark green. She loved her home, knowing that if she did not marry, it would be hers one day. She even loved the white fence that surrounded her home and the little garden in the back that she lovingly tended to. It was home. If she ever had to leave it would be by force and no other choice.

She looked back at her home before walking to catch up to her father, who was waiting on James to bring the small cart around. When the former slave came around the back leading the small grey cart horse around, Vitoria immediately went up to the horse and stroked her muscular neck.

"Hello Bess." She said with a smile before going to the cart attached to the welsh mare. He father offered his hand as she got in and grabbed the reins, before getting on himself. As soon as Will was seated, Vitoria handed him the reins.

"Walk on Bess." He said and with a flick of his wrist the welsh mare walked forward slowly at first and then with a smooch from Will, she picked up a nice even trot. "I have to say, she is the best little horse."

"She is without a doubt." Vitoria said with a sure tone. Out of their wealth, they had three horses. Bess being the one most often used for getting around Williamsburg, but if they were to go Yorktown or Richmond, the two heavier built warmbloods would pull the carriage. Bess had come from England when her brother had come back from seeing their grandfather years ago and the two warmbloods were gift sent from France by a friend of Will's. Who this friend was, Vitoria had no idea.

Her thoughts went back to her brother as they rode to the Governor's Palace. Thomas had been fifteen years older than her, tall and built lean but, he had enough strength to do things that amazed her. She remembered throughout her childhood that he would come and go from one place to another, sometimes showing up in the middle of the night as silent as a shadow. It wasn't until last year when he did not come home at all that she realized he was never coming back again and after three months, a letter finally arrived saying he had been killed in Boston. She had never cried so hard until that day.

She idly traced the hunter green vine pattern on her dress as the small cart came to a slow stop and then a halt causing her to look up. She had been so deep in thought that she had not known time went by so fast. For all it was worth, the Governors' Palace was perhaps the grandest place in the colony of Virginia. She often dreamed of living there as a child, running around the grounds and in the hedge maze behind the palace. She was often invited by the previous governors to do so with their children, who she still missed. Now, she was nearing eighteen and playing in the hedge maze was looked down upon at her age.

"Lord Grey, Miss Grey." A servant said grabbing onto Bess' bridle as Will got down from the cart, extending his hand to Vitoria, who came down as well. "The Governor is waiting inside." The servant said and Will nodded with a grunt.

"Well, I best be off. Enjoy your talk with Lady Charlotte My Dear." Her father said before walking away, leaving Vitoria to her own devices.

"Miss, Lady Charlotte informed for me to tell you she will be in the gardens as soon as she finishes her current obligation." The servant informed her with an apologetic look and she nodded before making her way to the gardens. Normally to get to the gardens, you would have to go through the Palace, only because it would be in poor taste to go through the servant's quarters or the stables to get to them. She opted to take the route through the servants quarters, opting to hear what they had to say. So deftly, she did so with confidence.

When she opened the heavy wood gate in the brick work, she noticed that most of the servants were either cooking or doing the washing. Some of the women were humming, not paying any attention to her as she made her way down the path that lead to the canal on the side of the property. Taking off her hat, she walked quietly past the kitchen where she heard the cooks talking about how there was a slave rebellion in the making. This was not true. True there was unrest with the slaves, but not from what the Colonists exaggerated it to be. She kept it to herself and continued on her path to the gardens.

Vitoria did not have to wait for very long before Lady Charlotte made her appearance with little Virginia in her arms. She welcomed the Lady and her darling daughter with a smile and they sat together on a bench outside. Lady Charlotte always dressed proper, even though it were at her home on a daily basis, even little Virginia was dressed well in white clothes. Vitoria told the Lady all about what had happened in the last three or four days that concerned the neighbors and how she felt a little staunched in the house. The Lady expressed concern about her husband's lack of attention towards her as of late, which would hopefully be remedied by the ball in three days time.

"Have you heard about the speech Patrick Henry gave in Richmond? I thought it was invigorating, but surely it will cause a revolt." The Lady said, her wavy dark hair blowing slightly in the wind. Vitoria sighed; she knew at this point, anything could cause more of a revolt. Freedom had a price and the price was death.

"Who knows what will happen. I know for one, I will be a witness to it." Or a contributor. She thought to herself looking down at her hands, keeping her desire in her heart.

"In any case, I do believe your birthday is approaching. The twenty-fifth I believe." Lady Charlotte said with a smile, changing the subject. It was true, in less than a month, she would be another year older. As it was March already she felt dread that everything was about to change and not for the better. "Do not look so upset, its only another year."

"Of course, how silly of me." Vitoria said with a smile to which Lady Charlotte returned as she pushed one of the auburn curls behind the younger woman's ear.

"Nothing to fear."

It was just before dawn on April 21st when Gregory Bryn discovered that the magazine had been emptied of gunpowder overnight. It seemed to have just vanished because the doors to the magazine had been locked and there was no sign of forced entry. It was a mystery. One that had spread panic throughout Williamsburg, the Grey's however, only saw suspicion. Fifteen half barrels of gunpowder, vanished. It seemed quite odd for something like this to happen in the dead of night with no one around. Then again only one person came to Will's mind on who had the ability to do something like this and there was only one thing to do about it.

This event alone caused the citizens of Williamsburg to lose trust in their Governor, not that they had much trust in him to begin with and Will could see this be a spark to ignite a revolt against the Earl of Dunmore. Will had informed Patrick Henry of the situation and the unrest of the Colonists. The state of Virginia was now in peril, all because of one man.

Vitoria had woken up one night not even two days had passed when there was banging on her front door. She had put on her dress coat and grabbed the candle at her bedside before rushing down the stairs to where her maid, Margaret, stood by the door. Vitoria was glad she had a weapon on her, always.

"Open it Margaret!" Vitoria held her hand behind her back and flicked her wrist. The maid did as she was told and opened the door to reveal a man that the young woman had met a few times before.

"Miss Grey!" The man said letting out a breath upon seeing the young woman. "I am sorry to wake you but Patrick Henry is leading a militia towards the Governor's Palace." A breath hitched in her throat. She had to do something.

"Oh goodness, Vitoria, we must stop this." She heard her father say from behind her as he stood on the stairs. "James, saddle the black horse for Vitoria." Upon her name her sapphire eyes widened. This only meant one thing. She went up to her father and he grabbed her shoulders. "You must get Lady Charlotte and the children out of there. I feel they will be quite terrified."

"Father, does this mean?" Vitoria's voice stuttered and betrayed her true emotions. She was excited, but fearful all at once.

"Yes, but hurry."

It did not take her long to run up the stairs to her room, where under the floorboards of her closet was a long and thin box. Her father had given it to her when she turned sixteen saying it was an heirloom belonging to his great grandmother Emberlyn Grey. She removed the box and set it on her bed, opening it to reveal a black outfit. Vitoria smiled.

Patrick Henry had the crowd marching down the Great Lawn in front of the Palace, torches and muskets at the ready. He was out for blood it seemed, but before any violence came to the family inside the Palace, he meant to reason with Dunmore.

On the inside, Lady Charlotte could not believe what she was seeing. She gathered up her children and locked herself in her dressing chambers, holding them tight while looking out the window. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her husband was nowhere to be found. She prayed to God to spare her family, to keep them from harm while the shouts of the Colonists became louder and louder. Muskets were being loaded and she stepped away from the windows.

When a shot was fired, little Virginia started to wail and the two other children huddled closer to their mother. Lady Charlotte could hear the front doors open and several footsteps rushing up the staircase and then knocking on the door to her dressing room. She herself started to sob and closed her eyes. Then the door burst open and a window shattered.

A figure in black had come in through the shattered window as several of the militia men came bursting in and everything had gone quiet. Lady Charlotte opened her eyes to see Patrick Henry at a loss for words and the figure in black hunched low, ready for action, but no action came.

"Who are you?" Henry asked once he composed himself. The figure in black with their hood cloaking most of their face stood strait, showing a little bit of a feminine grace. The coat the figure wore fit them snugly and it was the belt under her breasts which told everyone what she was.

"Dunmore is gone." She said in a low voice. "Leave and he will come back for them." She pointed at Lady Charlotte and her children. "Now!" She yelled and Henry nodded, turning away. The men followed him out leaving her and the little family in the room.

"Are we safe?" The older woman asked with a shaky voice, not sure if she should trust the woman in black or not. Seeing this, the woman in black pushed her hood back revealing her auburn hair and sapphire eyes. "Vitoria." The Lady whispered.

"You're safe, My Lady. I'm here to get you out." Vitoria held her hand out to Lady Charlotte who took it with every ounce of trust she had in the girl. "I will get you as far as the Foxwood's home where a carriage is waiting for you, it should take you to Yorktown."

An hour later, after sneaking the family out of the Palace, Vitoria was waving goodbye to Lady Charlotte. She knew they would come back, Dunmore had no choice and when he did come back, she would have a conversation with him. For now, Dunmore was an enemy, a Templar and she, an Assassin.

That is about as far as I could go for this particular chapter, a lot of history involved, but at least you find out who Vitoria was really meant to be. Even if she is still unsure of herself. For right now, she is very independent from Connor and the other Assassins. You probably won't see Connor until the battle of Yorktown or maybe before. After all, it is only 1775 and Connor is still in his amateur phase of being an Assassin, just like Vitoria. They are technically still in their teens.

More to come fellow Assassins!