Please note that there is no magic in this story. I got this idea at work December 23rd and thought it would be a good idea to make it into a project for the new year.
As I have just recently gotten into Assassin's Creed, there will be character flaws. So please, be kind and tell me if you see any.
Thank you
Hermione Jean Burton
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Templars.
They have been our enemies for centuries. As the years have progressed, so has our war. We have remained in the unknown, living by the ancient tenets taught through the generations, while they moved into the light, moving as one company that would become 'well-known'. All the while, our war was kept in the shadows, unknown to the people within modern society. Unknown to everyone, we were still here.
For we are the Assassin Brotherhood.
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He ran silently through the streets of London. No sound came from his shoes as he passed civilians going about their daily lives, unknowing that a white-robed man had gone by them, his face obscured by the beaked hood that adorned it.
Every breath was a whisper as he turned the corner and ran up an alley wall, grabbing onto the ledge and scaling quickly onto the roof above as he panted from the exertion his body was going through. He knew only of the mission and what it entailed should he fail or betray the Order. He didn't want that praying on his mind as he jumped the gap and landed softly, rolling into a crouch and creeping to the edge to watch and wait, a soft breeze starting up and ruffling through his clothes as a man walked by below, his face buried in a book, his messy blonde hair blowing with the slipstream as he turned into a shop front and disappeared.
A car sped by as he waited and watched, the breeze turning to a blustering wind that brought rain which soaked through to his skin. Scowling up at the sky, he heard the faint tinkle of a shop bell and saw the man from before come out, closely followed by the group of three who proceeded to follow the first man down the street.
His eyes narrowed as one of the men pulled something out of his pocket and leapt to his feet, running to the ledge, hanging off the edge, jumped down, rejoining the crowd as his target was grabbed and dragged into an alleyway ahead, hand over his mouth to muffle any yelling that may have slipped out
I honestly can't think of anything else to write. Ill see what I can write later.
Hermione