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It's been an hour since my encounter with the assassin and my heart is still beating fast. Although that tends to happen to you when you come as close to death as I was, I can almost feel the eight inch razor sharp steel blade still pressed to my throat. I can still remember the assassins cold eyes that burned holes through mine. they resembled a hawks as it swoops in for the kill on an unsuspecting mouse. I cant remember what his face looked like it was shaded by the hood he was wearing with his red and white cloak. I shiver at what happened to me nearly an hour ago after I joined the Templar faction.

My father was a key Templar researcher who has helped in the capturing of many assassins over the years. Had he not been there to help track down the hideouts who knows how many more of our people could have been killed. Ironic to think a mere hour ago I could have been one of the dead Templars we often talk about. Yet I'm not, that brings me back to the assassin. He could have easily finished me, what with my lack of training and skill. He didn't though, despite the cold look in his eyes and the determination on his face.

He couldn't have been any older then me come to think of it. I'm only eighteen and he looked still fresh faced and young. He spared me though, for a reason I cant even fathom if I had been in his shoes I probably would have finished the job. maybe just to prove myself a true Templar, to kill an assassin.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus on where I'm headed. My father has a shop set up in the outskirts of York I have to get back to him and tell him what happened to me. I might have to find a different way to get there however, walking isn't really an option being an entire city over. My dad has been encouraging me to join a Templar unit for a while now, even though I am young I've been helping my dad since I was just a little girl and I figured he would put in a good word for me.

When I got to the inn accepted me into the ranks pretty easily and told me to meet them back at the inn tomorrow morning for some proper training. learning how to defend my self would be a step up from how I managed earlier today. Mississauga is a big town however and it would be best not to stay at that inn as a new recruit. that would put a target on my back. So now I'm tasked with finding a place to stay as I walk along the street. I don't want to stay at a big inn that would be to high profile. a smaller one will do nicely.

My eyes scan the houses and buildings along the street as I walk. I have a limp do to the dart that was thrown at my leg by the assassin but I cover it well. Unconsciously I look behind me alert to any one who may be following me. No one seems to be from what I can tell with a quick scan of faces, nothing out of the ordinary. My head swivels back around when I turn a corner and my eyes fall on a small building at the end of the laneway. it has a sign hanging out front showing it to be an inn I could stay at. Hurrying my way down the road and pushing the door open I step in to the cozy warmth of the house and look around. One or two people sitting randomly at the tables talking amongst themselves , they barely spare me a glance before going back to talking.

I make my way over to the counter to speak with the innkeeper who looks up from cleaning a cup to nod at me.

"Looking for some food?" he asks when I sit down at a bar stool.

"I'm actually looking for a room" I say. He nods and walks into the room behind the counter only to return a second later holding out a key and notebook.

"Can I get a name?" he ask while he walks towards me

"Elise" I say, he rights it down in the book.

"up the stairs and on the right" he says as he slides the key across the bar to me. I pick it up and walk up the stairs to the room he indicated unlocking the door and walking in. I fall onto the bed and kick off my boots, I rub my eyes and spread out along the mattress. This is going to be a long night.

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Crack

a shot rips through the quiet air of the forest in the afternoon. After my bobble with the kill on the girl earlier where I let her off with no more the a cut on her leg I figure the best way I could avoid confrontations such as that is to get a gun. Not a musket of course that would be way to hard to carry around on an assignment. A flintlock however is much easier to carry I could fit two at my side without any real noticeable weight and I can draw them with the flick of my wrist.

I whip out my second one and with inhuman reflexes aim and fire at the hay dummy I have set up twenty metres away from me. Another loud CRACK sounds and my shot is away. The musket ball smacks the dummy square in the chest and lights a small area on fire around where the ball impacted sending the dummy toppling backwards onto the ground.

My frustration over not killing the girl earlier is still fresh in my mind. despite how much I didn't want to disappoint my mentor Thomas, but I couldn't physically move my blade into her throat. My body wouldn't let me, I was weak in the face of taking a life even though I have done it time and time before. Ignoring my emotion, I holster both of my pistols and sprint to the nearest tree.

I scale it in seconds and leap to the next branch on the tree over, I jump from limb to limb on each tree keeping my balance despite how fast I'm moving. I was born in the forest's of Canada thus I'm a natural at climbing and running through the trees. With me being born in Canada despite it not technically being a country and living here all my life I have witnessed lots of changes through out my time here. Lots of Torys and Indians were forced up here when the patriots took over down south.

The yanks had help from the assassins when they were driving the lobsterbacks out but only because we shared some of the same ideals more so then that of the Brits. Now however the new nation is becoming greedy, And greed in a new nation is not what you want to see. America is claiming its there manifest destiny to liberate Canada from British control as well.

Canada faired a bit differently then America when the British came over however maybe its because of the harsher winters people felt the need to work together more. Maybe its because the French came over as well, or most likely its because all the loyalist were forced up here during the war either way you don't hear any talk of rebellion or distaste with the Brits like you did south of us. The Templars favour peace from control and they feel they have a better chance to win and take control of Canada if they were fighting for the yanks. The assassins feel the opposite and think that if Canada was to be a free country it would do it on its own, violently or not.

So the roles have reversed since the revolution, and the tensions have been growing.

That's why its crucial to not miss an assassination target. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and continue my run through the branches. The temperature is perfect for this day in May. Its a great time to run through the forest trying to keep my self in peak physical condition. A gathering of assassins is happening near the town of Brantford, It will be a long horse ride away but this will be a crucial meeting. Thomas has word on what the Templars near the border are up to and how the American army is moving. I would also like to get my assignment changed, until then all I can do is train.