My life has been a mess since the first day I was born. Some of you would call me I'm mournful, but I have my reasons.
First, the complication of the relationship between my mother and my father. Everybody knows that Spain and France aren't friends at all. They hate each other, but it seemed it didn't happen to my parents. My father was a French soldier and my mother was a Spanish dancer of a travelling circus. They met when my mother was in a show in his country. Their love were so strong so they decided to move to Spain, where there was more calm since France had a conflict with his neighbors english people.
My father left everything for my mother, you see how strong was their love. My mother got pregnant and, finally, I came. My father cried when he hugged me for the first time. They were so happy and hopeful with my new life. But there, in Spain, people hate the crossing, mostly with French People. So they started to hate us, up to the point my father left us to let my mother and I live peacefully.
I was fourteen years old when it happened. My mother ended with depression, but she was strong for me, and for her. My father told her he would send a letter every end of month. He did it for four months, but, unfortunately, he left to send letters saying he was sent to the New World; America.. But, my mother died in hands of Spanish Soldiers.
Since then, I've been living alone, at the age of seventeen. I felt lost, totally lost. I didn't know what to do nor where to go. But, the last letter gave me hopes. If I found my father in America, I would find a home.
Without hesitating, I took the first boat which went to the New World. I was kinda excited, but entirely frightened. I didn't know how America was. I had heard a lot of stories, but I hadn't ever visited it.
The ship where I went, was almost near of the Caribbean Sea, but we were boarded by an English Pirate boat. The queen of England had paid pirates to board and steal everything from other boats, mostly, Spanish vessels.
I hadn't known who attacked us, but they took me as a prisioner and locked me up in a little cell inside the boat. It was dark, cold and they didn't give me food for days. I thought I was about to die.
One day, the ship stopped. I didn't know where I was but, I think the captain of the boat felt compassion for me, and left me in a unknown island. I finally was free, but inside me, there were hate, fear and rage. They did.. a lot of horrible things to me. And I have marks around my body to remind me what they did.
Since then, I had to discover this new world. I reached a village, wet by blood and my clothes scratched. A kind man found me in front of his door. That's how I met Allen, a fugitive old man from England. But he wasn't that bad, at least no with me. He took care of me until I recovered. Then, he taught me the island. It was called 'Cuba'. It was beautiful, with a lot of wild places surrounded by animals and exotic flora.
I've learned a lot of useful things here. I learned how to fight (courtesy of Allen, who taught me how to be agile, noiseless and dangerous) also I learned a few languages; a little of French and Portuguese. And obviously, English, which I had known since I was 6 years old but I hadn't practiced until now. You don't know how many people from different nationalities are here. They were right calling this place as New World.
Everything was new for me. And I love it.
I'm sorry, I haven't said my name yet. My name is Aurora and.. this is my story.
Two years have passed since I came. Now, I live in my own house, separated from the village. The village is called "Havana" and it's one of the most dangerous places of the whole island, above all at night.
My house was over a big and hardy tree, near a little cascade. But, the best, solitary.
You don't know what has happened to my life since that day they left me here. I had to find a way to survive. Here, like everywhere, you need money to have things, and things to have power. But I don't want power, I just want to live alone, without problems.
That's why I'm like that. Like what? You might ask. Well, to tell the truth, I had a... strange job.
Allen discovered in me an ability to kill people astonishing. And, if it's what I do the best, why not get benefit of it?
I haven't never showed my face when I'm at work (If you can call it job) because I don't want my job to influence on my life. It would be dangerous. I just wear a black cape with a hood which covers my hair (Which I had in a long ponytail) and dark cloth which covers my mouth and nose. With a belt around my waist, hanging two pistols and my sword. I didn't have more weapons but those were all I needed.
It scares me the amount of people who want to kill someone and they don't have the bravery to do it. That's why they call people like me. I'm more or less what you can call a hired assassin. But I don't feel proud of it... well, sometimes not.
My job doesn't consist of making new friends. I don't know anything from the victim nor the reason why the client want my services. I just follow the person and I kill him or her. No matter the genre or the color of their skins.
When I end, I disappear during a few days until the matter relaxes and I'm back at work then.
It's simple; never attract attention of the guards. If they catch you, they'll send you to jail. The worst thing that could happen to you. There are a lot of stories from the jails of Cuba, and I guess you don't want to hear them.
Today is a sunny day. The sun burns my pale skin (I still keep my paleness in spite of the burning sun, I don't know how) And my amber eyes has to adjust to the light or it hurts!
It was my free day, and I decided to go to the village to buy some fruits and vegetables. I was walking down the long street, full of stalls and people shouting their goods. I went over the whole street, till I reached the harbor.
There, I found a lot of beautiful boats, but one of them impressed me. I could read his name; Jackdaw. I had never heard about it, but something from that boat scared me and surprised me. It had two big sails in the middle and a little one in the front. I kept my eyes on the boat, with my mouth opened. But the scream of a seller caught me.
"Hey beautiful! Have you seen those beautiful necklaces?" A deep voice of a big man attracted my attention. He showed me a few collars with amazing precious stones. But my eyes stopped on the middle necklace. Its stone was a green emerald. Beautiful.
"How much?" I asked the man, letting him know my accent.
The man chuckled to himself "You are not from here, don't you?"
I smiled while I grabbed the necklace, staring at it.
"I will make a discount, just for you, lady"
I smiled back. Being a woman has advantages.
I gave him the money. While he was making the change, I looked around me to find someone suspicious. I had to be alert because what I have really learned being here is if you are not careful, you will be killed as fast as the twinkle of an eye. Nobody takes your life seriously.
My eyes moved around, analyzing all the faces. Nothing strange. The same disgusting people; rich men surrounded by women (Guess what they are) and beverage. But meanwhile they are distracted I can breathe deeply because they won't hurt me or something worse.
But my eyes stopped at the figures of four men. One was a black man, big and muscular. In his head didn't have any hair just a ribbon around it. Next to him, there was another man, dressed with a white blouse and simple trousers with dark brown boots. He had glasses. The third man was kinda familiar to me; dark long beard, a three cornered hat dressed with black and gray clothes. But then, the fourth man... he was who really scared me. He wore a hood and I couldn't see his eyes. He had four guns, two in his belt of his waist and the other two on his belt of his chest. He also had two swords.
I turned my eyes, trying to not make them feel watched. I have to be discreet.
The seller gave me the change and I began to walk lightly to the opposite direction. I didn't want to make any contact eye with those men. I feel they weren't friendly... at all.
But, as far I walked, I felt the feeling somebody was following me. I prayed because I didn't want to have to do with them. I rushed my steps, wishing to lose their track. When I was next to the end of the street and the connection with another, I paused. I hesitated until I turned around. Nobody was there.
Maybe I was getting mad. This island makes you to change to the worst of you.
I kept walking, letting a sigh go of my mouth. And I took out the necklace from my pocket and stared at it. It was hypnotizing. I placed it around my neck, then I smiled.
I continued my way to go back home. It was almost nightfall, the sky was turning dark and the streets turns dangerous.
When I was almost near of my home, I felt the same feeling I felt in the harbor; being followed.
I turned around, this time, feeling kinda sick of the person who was playing with me.
"Who's there?" I asked in high voice.
Nobody replied. What I expected.
I turned around again and began to walk. Then, I heard a noise form my back. I took my sword without hesitating and stared everything around me. I was sure I wasn't alone.
"If you are a detective, you're not the best one" I mocked, waiting for my follower to appear. But nobody made physical presence. I sighed, tired of it, while I sheathed my sword.
I was about to turn around when I heard the steps of somebody jumping.
I took my sword again quickly, almost stuck the point of my sword in the throat of.. woah, the hooded man?
The man lifted his head lightly, still hiding his eyes.
"What do you want?" I hissed, not being friendly. The man showed a smirk I didn't like "Don't mock with me or I'll cut your throat as it's a piece of meat" I threatened with serious voice.
The man raised both hands, showing he wasn't going to attack. Taking my seconds to hesitate, I finally took out the sword from his throat. The man smiled victorious.
"I've asked you a question" I repeated.
"I like women with strong character" He finally said, without taking that weird smile from his lips.
I gasped in dislike of that man.
"I saw you in the harbor" He added. I arched both eyebrows.
"Have you been following me?" I questioned with impressed tone.
He giggled "No" he said playfully.
"So, what?" I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"You have something I'm interested" He said.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused "what?"
"That necklace" He said pointing with his eyes to my neck. I placed my hand over the jewel, feeling the touch of its stone. It was hot.
"Why?"
"I need that stone"
I chuckled "I bought it with my own money, I won't give you anything"
"You can offer a price, I will pay" He kept saying. 'Why does this strange man want my necklace?' I wondered.
"I'm sorry, but this necklace is mine, buy one! The man has more like this one" I gave a few steps back.
The man smiled again but he didn't said anything back.
We stared each other, well, I stared at him because I couldn't see his eyes through the hood. But he finally nodded.
"I'm sorry to bother you" he said taking out the smirk from his lips "Have a goodnight, beautiful lady" As he said that, he left me, jumping over a tree and leaving me with the most awkward face of my life.
WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED?
I observed how the hooded man disappeared between the wood and buildings. A lot of questions came up inside my mind. Who was him? What did he want? Why did he follow me? Ugh... I hate the mysteries.
First story! And I hope you liked it!
This is the first chapter, just a little presentation but I promise the next chapter will be more exciting.
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I don't own the characters (Only Aurora, Allen and some second characters who will appear soon) Edward, Jackdaw, Blackbeard and more own to Ubisoft.
I want to clarify Assassin's Creed IV: Black flag hasn't come out yet, so the story won't follow the line of the AC story. But I will try to write the most similar to the story.
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