Milleniumfoxx submitting again.Look, i dont own Assassin's Creed.
This is what has happened. The boy from the last chapter's name was Meric. This chapter takes place five years after the assassination of a High Priest who turns out to have helped smuggle slaves through the castle. Meric has done all the training he needs and is now a full-fledged Assassin. He had a life before all of this and this chapter is basically to catch you up on some stuff.Also, for all you Altair lovers, I added him into this even though Meric doesnt know who he is, YET.
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"You have completed your Training. You are now a true assassin. I have a new mission for you. This is an easy mission for someone of your potential. The man is a guard named Tarns Galley."
"What did this man do to deserve death?"
"It is good that you asked. Galley and his men tormented one of our own. We want him terminated as soon as possible. It would be the most sufficient if you await his return from his nightly route through the village back to his home."
"Where does he live?"
"That is what I want you to find out for yourself."
Meric smiled. This would be quite a challenge. The actual killing wouldn't be a problem. The hard part is finding the man's living quarters before the day ended. This also meant he must threaten even more people. "I will try my best on the mission you have set before me. I thank you for giving me my first mission as a true assassin on the day in which I gained the title." He bowed before his master and walked out of the building.
The sun glistened through the trees. People were talking all around him. He tuned them out and was set on his path. He gently moved people out of his way. He came upon a small house. Meric knocked on the door. A girl only a little short of the age to marry answered. As soon as she saw him she hugged his neck tightly.
"Meric, you are back!"
"Yes, I told you I would be my Darling."
"I found it kind of hard to believe you. For that, I am sorry." She stepped back and looked over his features. His black hair was now shorter than it had been, barely going to his shoulders in the back, the front was at his eyebrows. His body was built and far more muscular than she had ever seen it. There was stubble on his chin. His skin was tan with the heat from the sun. He wore the same dark cloak that he had left with 5 years ago. She had loved him then as much as she did now, though her father swore he would never let her see him again. "I am happy to see that you are alive. Romney said that he heard you were killed by an English merchant somewhere in the Rich District."
"No, I am alive and well. Today I have another job to take care of but tomorrow I swear I will spend a whole day with your family so that I can be fair on the good side of your bloody father." Everyone knew that Rebecca's father had hated Meric from the time he laid eyes upon him. The first thing he had ever said was 'Get that filth out of my house!' After that he has always chased Meric out of the house and offered that Rebecca marries from many different men who had wealth beyond her father's dreams.
He gave her a good-bye kiss and left on his way. He walked silently to the Marketplace where he knew he could listen in to the gossip of the town. As he came closer to the crowd he listened intently.
"Have you heard? Mister Galley is taking the day off."
Meric smirked. It would be easier than he thought to GET the information that he needed. The trouble now was that Tarns had taken the day off. He didn't even know anyone could do that. 'It seems that he is in close ties with the King. If so, they will have people looking into his murder and other guards all around his small estate. Hm. A challenge.'
His thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping him from behind. It was a group of guards who were on a patrol route. The guard gave him a warning look and walked on. He couldn't believe that the guard had so much arrogance to act as if it was his fault that they collided. Anyways, he needed to talk with that man about Tarns Galley. He looked for him through the crowd. It wasn't that easy finding someone that looked exactly like everyone else in the vast group of people. Scanning the crowd, he finally came upon the man. He had a dark tan feature and was slim. He wore a dirty white cloak and didn't seem to be the most fortunate of people. Meric walked toward him and slightly pushed people out of his way.
Suddenly a man came out of the door of a mansion in front of the Marketplace. He seemed to be of great importance. He began to speak of a greater good if the King was terminated. Meric turned and saw another man coming up fast to the man as he spoke. The guards in the surrounding area saw him as well. They rushed forward as the man in the white cloak stabbed the man speaking. People ran in all directions. Meric took his gaze from the man and looked for HIS victim. He saw that his man was running with the crowd. Meric ran toward a wall and jumped on top. He easily followed the man now that he was on higher ground. He quickly jumped down after he was side by side with him. Meric grabbed him and turned down an alley.
"Wh-what do you want with me?!"
"I want all the information you have on Tarns Galley, more preferably, where does he live?"
"H-He lives in the R-Rich District. It is a huge estate in front of the docks. It is impossible to miss."
"Are there any guards around his house, specifically guarding him and his family?"
"H-How should I know!?"
"I have a feeling that you do. If you don't tell me, I will kill you."
"Ok, Ok. Th-There should be two archers per roof, on his and the one to the east and west of his home. There are guards patrolling around his house most of the day. There are only VERY short intermissions between the patrols. I-It would be impossible for someone to get in and out that quickly before someone notices."
"Who said I was trying to do anything? I could have just wanted information on him to have it. You have said the wrong words." With that, he slid his blade into the man without a second thought about it. Now, he had all the information he needed. 'Time to sit back and watch,' he thought.
Rebecca sat in the rocking chair watching the fire. She thought so much about Meric. She had loved him for years and still did. She didn't know if he felt the same but she hoped he did. Every time they were together he had some sort of job to take care of. He had never told her what he was always doing, nor who he done it for. All she knew was that it was important to him. It had killed her when he left. She remembered like it was yesterday.
It was five days before the High Priest was killed. Not even now did anyone know who killed him. Meric and Rebecca had stood be the pond near the edge of town. She was steadily staring into his eyes. He looked into hers all the same.
"Rebecca, I have something to tell you," Meric said as his voice quivered.
"What is it, Meric?"
"I have to leave for a while. I have so much work to do."
"Why must you always do this to me!?"
"I am sorry." With that, Meric had almost walked out of her life for good.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a door slamming. Her father was home. Her father basically hated her. All he wanted was for her to marry someone rich so that they could take care of him.
"Where is my dinner!?"
"Sorry father, we have no food to make it."
"What!? I can't believe you would do me like this you ungrateful wretch!"
"I have done nothing wrong father." As the words came out of her mouth she was knocked to the floor by a powerful backhand. Her father came towards her and beat her to the ground again as she tried to pull herself up.
"Don't you even backtalk me or go against me again child!" Her father went into the only other room in the home, his bedroom. He had never given her a bed, so she either slept in a corner or beside the fire. As she yet again pulled herself to her feet. Her brown hair was covered in dirt and her nose was bleeding. Rebecca could feel tears swelling up in her dark brown eyes. She sucked it up and walked over to the fire. Her father had always beaten her, she could never tell Meric though. He had always been over-protective of her. When they were in school, the boys use to call her a demon child because of her father. She came up to Meric crying and he beat them all down into the dirt after it was over. If she told him about this, he might kill her father. She didn't doubt that.
Meric stood in front of Tarns home. He looked either way. 'No patrols at the moment. I guess I came on the time where they are switching up.' He looked up at the roofs. He could see a guard on top of the roof to the east. 'Time to get started,' he thought.
He walked up to the house where he saw the guard. He would have to take out all of the guards without notice. There were only two types of weapons he would need. He got his left hidden dagger ready under his sleeve. In his other sleeve he pulled out his throwing knives. They were essential to the termination of the guards. Meric grabbed the windowsill and pulled himself up quickly. He jumped to grab the roof rafter. He successfully got it and waited for the guard to step in front of him. Pulling himself up, he grabbed the guard and rammed the blade into him. He quickly turned and planted a knife right through the heart of the guard 5 feet away. He glanced over to see the other side and checked to see if the men on the other building could see him. They couldn't. Meric quickly climbed down. He didn't really need to kill anyone else except Galley. Meric may be a killer, but he wasn't entirely cold-blooded. He stepped behind the house. He silently opened the window. As he stepped in, he heard voices.
"The stock is all set. Once you are ready, we will leave. After that, we can go to Al Karad. With the things we gathered we can start all over. Soon we can gather an army and destroy King Redrick," came the deep voice of a man.
"I don't know. My men trust me now, all I have to do is sell it to some mercenaries and I can beat him now. Besides, the slaves we have, we can sell them for more!" Another man came back with these words in a hissing voice.
"Whatever." The man seemed to walk away.
Now was his chance. Meric slid through the room. It was a large room that was in front of him. The lone man that was left in the room was shuffling through parchment. 'This must be my man,' Meric thought as he silently came up behind him. He quickly grabbed him and put his hand over the man's mouth. "What do you mean by 'The slaves we have?"
"What is it to you?!"
"I am already here to kill you. Answer my question before I make it truly painful."
"O-Ok. Ok. Ever since I have been a guard, we have taken the homeless and stored them away for selling purposes. We keep them in a warehouse far off in the Poor District near the watchtower beside the inner walls."
"Are they heavily guarded?"
"Yes, very. But, I must ask, if you didn't know about the slaves, why are you here to kill me?"
"You and your guards tormented a man yesterday. It was unfortunate for you that he was one of our own." There was a gasp as a blade and skin collided. Meric laid the man down behind a bookcase. 'That should buy me a little time.' He silently crept back the way he came in. As he pushed the window back down, he heard someone yelling in the house. He didn't run until he was in a crowd of people, all who were running away at the thought of a murderer. Many guards and soldiers where looking into the crowd, trying to find someone who might have killed Tarns. Meric dodged their gazes.
He made it back to the hideout with no trouble towards him at all. As he entered there was a group of seemingly assassins standing in a circle discussing something. As he walked up, they stopped. They all turned a questioning gaze at him.
"Yes, the job has been taken care of."
"Good my child. You may rest. I do not have anymore task for you to handle."
"Thank you, Master."
As Meric laid down to rest, the only thing that went through his mind was Rebecca. He loved her, and tomorrow, he would prove it by taking her on a date.
