"Forward Ossain, forward! Keep your footing balanced with the rest of your body if you're going to strike, or keep your feet planted like the roots of a tree fending off from the elements!" Taylor Hanes yelled from the balcony of his estate house as he overlooked the dirt covered training pit that was set up in the backyard. "Use that sword like an extension of your body!"

The swords clinked and clanked off each other as their wielders pressed on their attacks upon one another. Ossain was seeming to have relative ease being able to predict where his opponent would swing or lunge next, despite what Taylor continued to bark about. "There's a sword apart of my body alright!" He grinned to himself as he lost focus for a moment, watching as his training partner brought his sword down on top of him. The blonde brought his forearm in the direction of the falling sword and the oppositions attack was halted when it clanged against the metal vambrace, "Wrong move my friend."

Ossains boot soon made contact with the sparring partners stomach and forced him back onto the ground. With no time waste, Ossain moved and pressed his foot on his opponents chest and brought his sword to their neck where they ceased to struggle, letting go of their sword and putting their hands up. Ossain gave a smirk as he returned his sword to its holder, reaching a hand out to the man and helping him to his feet while the sound of clapping could be heard to his left.

"Good job Ossain. Much better than I expected you to do!" Taylor congratulated as he started his way down the white stone staircase, the sound of his boots clacking against the stone could be heard ever from the distance Ossain was at, "Very well done." He remarked once again as he walked over to Ossain and smiled at him, giving a small motion to the sparing partner to be on his way. "Go-"

"If I have to hear you say 'Good Job Ossain' one more time within the next few minutes, I may just loose it Taylor." Ossain said in a very stern and serious tone of voice, glaring at Taylor for a moment before being unable to keep the veil of fake annoyance on his face and letting it be lifted. He smiled and rested his hand on the pommel of his sword, brushing off the vambrace and feeling the rough crevice that the impact of the sword made. "Little bugger came down pretty hard on this thing. I suppose a little bit of polishing over and it'll look good as new again."

Taylor gave a small laugh as he patted Ossain on the back and guided him along back inside the home, "Just because something looks solid on the surface Ossain, doesn't mean that it can't shatter with the blow of another sword when there's nothing underneath to help support the impact." The older man commented, giving his wise words of the day it would have seemed. "But if you don't mind Ossain, I'd like to share with you something of a more serious nature for the moment."

"And what might this, subject or possibly even object that you are about to talk to me, or show me, have to do with keeping a serious nature?" Ossain raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well, hope about I just show you. Let you see why it may be of serious nature." Taylor spoke softly as he gave the simple and short response.

Taylor had guided Ossain to a door at the end of the main hallway. He opened it up and walked in, allowing Ossain in before shutting the door behind him and walking over to the desk in the center of the room. Taylor held up his hand, giving a single motion of the index finger as to tell Ossain to wait a moment as he prepared whatever it was going to be. He received a nod in response before he headed off to the a nearby cabinet and reached into his pocket, pulling a silver key from it and opening up the lock that seal the cabinet from the outside world. Taylor opened the doors and looked in, rummaging through the items that were stored inside before pulling out a set of assassin's blades and walking back to the desk, placing them in the center of it.

Ossain looked to them before looking to Taylor with a raised eyebrow of confusion, "The super serious nature of this meeting is over a pair of assassins hidden blades?" He asked as if the answer wasn't obvious, and to him it wasn't.

"Ossain. I think it's about time that I finally gave you a pair of your own. You know how to use them just as well as any other person from what I have seen when we take out a pair for you to use. I don't see why I shouldn't give you a pair to keep and use, unless you can point something out to me to think otherwise." Taylor spoke in a serious tone for most of his small rant, giving a tad bit of humour towards the end.

"Well..." Ossain was quickly motioned to not carry on with what he might of said by Taylor, "Fine. But I figured you would have given me an ordinary pair you know? These seem very.. ornate to be giving to some unlucky Irish lad." He muttered loud enough for Taylor to hear as he pick up one of the blades and looked them over curiously, "The only ones I've seen like this were back in books that depicted them from the Renaissance, a lot of them nowadays are just built to be built, no real love put into them like these."

"When did you become a connoisseur of hidden blades hmm?" Taylor teased as he smiled to Ossain, "Things were normally a lot more difficult to do in order to become an assassin back then. Objects like these were normally ornate to help show the status of those that finally reached member-hood." Taylor pointed to the equipment on the table, "Nowadays, because becoming an assassin is a lot easier than it was in the past, we don't make things as special as we once did."

Ossain was turning the blade holder around in his hand, running his finger along the engravings of the designs, "So how did you manage to get your hands on a set like this then?" Ossain asked as he started to strap them onto his forearms.

"Family heirlooms if you want to put it that way. Great, great grandfather I believe it was, born in southern France shortly after the Renaissance ended, he managed to give his hands on this pair and had handed it down through the generations, to my great grandfather, grandfather, father, and then to me." Taylor explained as he watched Ossain slowly put on the blades, stopping as he reached the end of his sentence.

"But wait.. If these are in your family, why don't you had them down to your next of kin?" Ossain questioned as he waited for a response, and depending on what he got he was either going to finish strapping them on or slip them off and give them back to Taylor. But Taylor soon made a motion with his hands for Ossain to continue to put them on, and Ossain did so whilst Taylor explained.

"If you haven't been able to notice Ossian, I don't have any children. And before you ask, no, I'm not going to have kids in my life. I physically can't do so." Taylor spoke as he crossed his arms, looking to the blades once Ossain had finished fitting them to his forearms. "Because of your fathers death, and your mothers sudden disappearance all those years ago, I've decided to hand them off to you. You're about as close to a son as I ever have gotten, and I ever will."

Ossain tried out the blade, adjusting the positions of his hands and watching as the blade shot out of their encasement's. He grinned to himself as he returned them back into their dark sheathes and looked to Taylor,"Thank you very much for these.. I really mean it."

With a nod of the head and a wave of the hand, Taylor motioned for Ossain to follow along, "Come. There's one last gift I want to give you for getting to this point." Ossains interest was clearly peaked as he followed Taylor along curiously, winding down the hallways before stopping outside of Ossains room, "The maids should have it in there already. Why don't you walk in first."

The blonde was a little hesitant at first, what could Taylor Hanes possibly have awaiting in his room for him? Whatever it was he felt as if it couldn't top the hidden blades already gifted to him, but then again, it was Taylor Hanes he was talking about. A man of great wealth, and as it would turn out, rich history with not only his past life but along with the lives of his past family as well.

When Ossain finally took hold of the door knob and gave it a twist, slowly pushing it forward and hearing the door creak as he did so, he took a look inside to see if anything was out of the ordinary. Surely enough, in the center of the room stood a tall object, covered in a white sheet. He raised an eyebrow at Taylor before seeing the older man motion him forward into the room by making a shooing gesture with his hands. Ossain looked back again and walked into the room, making his way over to the shrouded figure and taking hold of the sheet at the very top, he silently counted to three in his head before pulling the sheet away from the mannequin body and dropping it to the floor beside him as he looked at what was underneath.

There on the body of the mannequin rested a freshly made set of assassins robes. The white garments were contrasted with the dark green bordering along the edges, tapering down to the back-flaps as well, the black gloves and books stood out against the white and the fine little details here and there caught Ossains eyes. He could feel himself smiling before hearing Taylors voice soon cut in, "I hope you don't mind that I had these made for you. I wanted them to reflect you a little more than something random and ordinary."

Taylor walked up to Ossain and looked to the set of clothing and smirked to himself as he started to point out the odd thing here and there, "On the sash here, you can see the assassins symbol, and inside of the triangle you will be able to point out a triquetra." He spoke as he ran his finger along the symbols on the wide white and dark green edged belt. "I wanted your armour to reflect back on your Irish heritage. So that's what the symbols are for along with the dark green colouring along the edges." He continued on as he kept pointing to the odd detail here and there. He showed Ossain the holsters for his pistols if he ever decided to carry more than one at a time, along with the obvious holder for a pair of swords, again if he ever decided to carry more than one. Taylor knocked at the toes of the boots, hearing a small rattling sound, "The boots toes have small layers of plates linked together, so they will protect your foot, but still allow you to stick your foot into small crevices unlike a solid single piece of metal would."

Ossain allowed Taylor to continue on, but he started to pay attention to other details. He looked to the neck of the mannequin, noticing a golden chain that lead down to what looked like an emerald wrapped with bands of gold to keep it in place. He gave a small tilt of the head, it looked so familiar.. "Taylor.. Where's this pendent from?"

He sat in silence for a moment as Taylor stood up and looked to the pendent then to Ossain from behind. "It's your mothers Ossain."

Ossain gave a look back to Taylor and gave a look as if he didn't believe him, but Taylors facial expression didn't change whatsoever, which made Ossains stomach churn. "Wh-Where did you get it?" He managed as he felt a lump at his throat, the same lump he would always get when ever he deeply thought about either of his parents.

"Let me explain it to you Ossain. It was back one the day that we fled. Your mother was quick to hear about the murder of your father and she fled.."

~ Flashback Eight Years Prior ~

Huffing and puffing as the sound of feet rustling among the leaves filled her ears. She kept running as quickly as she could manage, her legs not wanting to give up but her lungs gasped for air so badly. Soon she was forced to stop behind a large oak tree, the forest around her gave off an eerie feeling, as if something was just not right with the silence that surrounded it. He panted, trying to keep her breathing shallow enough to be able to hear around her clearly or as to not give off her position to close ears.

As her breathing calmed down and her lungs were able to replace the air that was previously lost to her in such abundance, she listened closely to the area around her. Silence... Before the sound of rustling footsteps filled the air nearby along with whispers, "Enya!" The voice hissed, "Were here to help you!"

How could she trust these voices from that she was hearing, the masculine voice hissed as he called out as quiet as he could to the nearby area, but soon a female voice chimed in, "Mrs. O'Casey, please were here with the Colonial Assassins, we want to get you to safety.." The female voice reassured quietly.

Enya sighed and she reached out a hand from behind the tree, the green sleeve from her dress almost blended in with the forest background, but she gave a snap of the fingers once, then twice, and then a third time and pulled her hand back. She adjusted the bottom half of her dress that was half tucked into her belt to allow her to run without tripping over the darn thing. As she finished she looked to her sides and noticed two white cladded assassins appear beside her, the female putting a hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. O'Casey.. It's good to see your alive.." She smiled to Enya and gave a nod, "Come.. lets get you out of these woods."

Enya gave a nod of the head and kept a hand on the females shoulders as they started off again. She kept her hand on the assassin to allow her to know she's still right behind her, even though the male that accompanied them was sure that she was following anyways. The trio quickly made their way through the forest, the trees starting to become sparse as they reached the forests edge on the other side. Enya was looking around cautiously as they kept moving, seeing if she was able to spot any potential danger before the assassins were able to, but she saw nothing and that made her uneasy. But that's when the danger soon came into play.

"Find them!" A voice called out in the distance behind them.

"You know how stubborn your mother is Ossain, but you also know how quick she was with a good idea."

"Gah.. It's no use fleeing in a group of three, especially when you two stick out like snow on a green field." Enya quietly snapped to the other two assassins. But one soon questioned 'What should they do then?' Enya looked to the pendent around her neck, "Look. I'm able to outrun a lot of people, but I can't do it by myself.." She pointed out as she looked to the two assassins, "Look for this pendent in the window of the Terried Bull's Clockwork shop in New York. If you see it there after a months time, you will know that I have not been caught yet-" The shouting slowly became louder and louder as they drew near, "I will leave a clue of some sort to guide you to a new area after that, I will not stop running. Not anytime soon, I am not yet aware on how in danger my life is, whether they just want me dead cause I'm a family member, or because they think I have more to do with the Assassins then I do. Don't loose your lives over me, go now!"

She saw the looks in the pairs eyes, knowing they wanted to question and deny her the opportunity to split up. But with the voices approaching closer and closer, they had no time to argue. The two assassins bolted off and staying out of sight, but Enya bolted ahead, out into the open fields with farmhouses scattered here and there.

"Sure enough, when the Assassins that accompanied your mother briefly had gone to the store she told them to search for the pendent at, they found it, right there in the window a month after they had left her side in the forests outside Philadelphia." Taylor added on as he ran his finger over the encased emerald. "I thought you might want to keep it on you, wear it or not with your clothing as a reminder."

Ossain looked to the pendent and shook his head, "But.. She said she would keep giving clues to the assassins that followed did she not?" He asked as he put his hand on the shoulder of the mannequin, "Is she still leaving them behind after eight years Taylor..?"

He got a look from Taylor before he walked over to the bedroom window, looking outside to the town in the nearby distance, "Aye, the last clue we received from your mother was a month and a half ago, in Halifax, Nova Scotia." Ossain had looked to him and asked him simply 'Why there', Taylor looked back to the young man and brushed off his hands, "Enya seems to be heading back to Ireland. Or at least that's what we gathered from the note she left for us, it read something along the lines of 'Travel across the sea, back to my home of origin, return to the place where my father was first recruited by your people.'"

"Ireland? Why would she travel all the way back to Ireland? I don't know of any family that is still about back there, or at least no one I was told of.." Ossain said a little confusingly.

"By any luck, you might be able to run into your grandfather there if you decide to go after her. That's where we think she had gone off to, your grandfathers home and Bureau for Ireland."

Ossain raised an eyebrow as he brought his attention back to the assassins clothing in front of him, running his finger along the shoulder, "Thought he died quite some time ago."

"Mhmm.. That's what we want people to think. But he is alive and kicking as far as we are aware, he's just not in the field nearly as much as he once used to be." Taylor reassured as he turned and looked to Ossain again, "Ossain. What you choose to do is up to you, if you wish to go to Ireland in search of your mother or whether you wish to stay here in Kingston with me, I have no quarrel with either or." He made his way over to Ossain and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I've given you all you need to protect yourself, the training, the armour, the weapons and the know how. Now it is up to you to decide."

The young man looked deep in thought as he looked to the clothing, his hand running along the sash across the waist of the mannequin. The assassins symbol came into contact with his index finger before he looked to Taylor.

"I want to go to Ireland.. Maybe I'll be able to accomplish something there that I won't be able to do here." Ossain spoke as he came to his judgement, but Taylor gave a tilt of the head and a quizzical look.

"What won't you be able to do here that you may be able to do in Ireland?" Taylor asked.

"Find my mother. Become an assassin in my ancestors home land. More importantly, the last time I remember looking at a map, Ireland is a lot closer to Portugal." He paused for a moment before giving a solemn look to Mr. Hanes, "I'm going to find that scar faced, green eyed Templar that killed my father so many years ago, and when I do, I'm going to drive a blade straight through his heart."