I know I haven't updated this in, like, a year, but the story I originally wrote clashed really badly with the storyline of Unity. However, my exams finish in just over a month, and I'm pretty ill at the moment, so I decided to finish off this chapter since it was just sitting there...

The character, Roux, is the OC of MyOtherPersonality - shout-out to her for making a great character.

I've got enough characters now, which will consist of 5 Assassins (including Fillian). Anyway, Here's the second chapter - I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Two: Le Nid d'Aigle

20th December 1788

It took little less than a month to settle all of my grandfather's accounts. Dominique was now entrusted to manage the affairs in my absence. Soon after his funeral, I had arranged for passage to Paris, and in less than a week, I was in what was, beyond even a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful city on Earth:

The gilded city glimmered and gleamed in the sunlight, which seemed to radiate from the beautiful cathedral - masterpiece of masonry that stood tall in the courtyard. I exited my carriage, looking around and grinning to myself.

"Magnifique." I muttered to myself. I gave the driver a small purse and sent him on his way, walking through the crowded streets, admiring the stonework - the spirals of the cathedral, which echoed Marlowe's description of Troy - the topless towers of Illium, scraping against the azure velvet of the midday vacant sky.

I looked around at the city's inhabitants, most of whom were in dirtied clothes, examining me interestingly, having just left the carriage. I sensed no harm from them, just curiousity. I tightened my white cravat and pulled up my hood, walking through the streets, eyes flickering around for anyone who came nearby - just like my Grandfather had taught me.

Finally, I came to a small courtyard, with a selection of tables and chairs strewn about. Behind these, a small building drew my attention - boarded up and overgrown with vines and posters, I managed to make out the name of it...

"Le Nid d'Aigle." I murmured aloud, and made my way towards the door, trying to tear off the wooden planks. I eventually resorted to taking out my cutlass and using it to pry the boards off. I then gently pushed the door, which creaked open.

The interior of the old building suggested it had been some sort of tavern - a large wooden bar sat along the side of the wall, with lined shelves of dusted bottles - most of which were smashed, and those that remained intact were blanketed in cobwebs.

I ran a finger along the wooden bar, measuring the amount of dust on my finger before quickly brushing it off with my thumb. I placed my hands on my hips.

"Guess I came here too late." I muttered lowly.

"Just over two decades late." I spun around to see a young boy standing there, dressed in a set of flea-bitten muddied-brown trousers, stopping at his ankles, which were noticeably quite skinny. He wore a large red hood, obscuring his eyes from mine. I instinctively rested my hand on the hilt of my cutlass.

"Were you following me boy?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing the stranger uncertainly. The boy simply walked towards the bar, resting his forearms on it.

"Oui. It was not too difficult." He stated. "Follow the noble dans le vert."

"I'm no noble." I snapped, frustrated at being what I am.

"Oh?" He asked, curiousity piqued. "Then what are you?" He came closer towards me, sniffing the air lightly. "You're not a peasant."

"Who are you boy?" He chuckled lightly, walking back towards the bar.

"Roux." As he walked, pulling up the sleeves of his large shirt, I made out the colour of his skin - it was darker than any Frenchman's - more of a noticeable tan lay on his skin.

I then noticed a bracer, strapped to the inside of his arm - it bore the same triangular symbol as mine.

"That marking," I held a hand out towards the bracer, "what is it?" He eyed me suspiciously.

"And why would you like to know?"

I pulled up the coat sleeve, revealing the bracer underneath. His eyes grew wide as he saw the insignia on it.

"Where'd you get that-" He took a step forwards, hands outreached. I had already drawn my sword, pointing it as his throat. He stopped dead in his tracks, beginning to encircle me, eyes fixated on me. Not my blade - me. "The man who owned that before you, what happened to him?"

"What is it to you?" I asked, blade still held high.

The boy narrowed his eyes, a light hazel tone that glinted under his hood.

"Did you loot the old man's clothes as well?" Caution flooded my mind - how did he know my grandfather wore these clothes?

"I was gifted them." I stated.

Eventually the boy stopped encircling me. He crossed his arms, observing me. "This man," Roux said slowly, "the one who gave you that," he nodded his head towards the cutlass, "dead by your hand?" I paused for a moment, curious about if it meant to him. Well, obviously it did but I was interested in why.

"Consumption." I stated. Roux bowed his head.

"Repose en paix..." he said quietly. He turned his gaze back onto more - a more probing look than a threatening one. "Were you his valet? Or perhaps un Apprenti?"

"Un Apprenti?" I asked, confused. "You confuse him with a craftsman - my grandfather was-"

"Grandfather?" He asked, taken aback. "La duchesse has no children."

Sensing the Roux was no threat to me at the moment, I sheathed my cutlass.

"None legitimately." I nodded. Roux took a moment to realise, then smiled knowingly.

"Ah, un bâtard au sang bleu." I clenched my fist in frustration. "Salutations." He said, extending a hand, which I took, examining him carefully. I shook his hand once, bringing my hand back to my hilt.

"I was told to come here by my grandfather." I stated.

"Oui, we sometimes come here..." Roux said, walking through the tavern, hands clutched behind his waist.

"Pourquoi ça?" I asked, dawdling idly behind him.

"It teaches us not to forget. Not to grow complacent." He turned around to face me. "Not to falter."

"Strange way to teach a lesson..." I muttered, running a hand along the dusty counter. "What happened here?"

Roux narrowed his eyes.

"I do not think I'm the one to tell you." He said, turning towards the entrance of the the tavern. "Follow if you wish to learn who Florian De Sauveterre was to us."

"Who is 'us'?" I asked, holding out a hand to get his attention. Roux turned around with a slight smile noticeable under his hood.

"Follow."

I walked after the boy, out into the blazing sun. I couldn't help examine the city - it was utterly awe-inspiring. Just the the way that the sun hit the glass panes, the way the trees swept along with the breeze.

"Monsieur De Sauveterre!" I turned around to see the boy standing atop a building. Frowning, I walked towards the building, looking up.

"How the devil did you get up there?"

"Follow." He said once again.

I bit my lip and then ran towards the wall, grabbing onto a ledge and beginning to scale along the side of the yellow-chipped wall. Finally, I leapt backwards, grabbing the edge of the rooftop and pulling myself up on it, roof tiles snapping off as I did so.

"Good," Roux smiled slightly - his hairless chin and petal-shaped lips visible under the hood.

"Good?" I asked.

"You can climb," he stated.

"Oui," I nodded "the De Sauveterre Estate was fairly dull."

"He began to train you..." Roux muttered to himself, then began running along the rooftops, with myself breaking out into a brisk jog to keep up.

"Train me? What do you mean?"

"You need to meet the Mentor."

"The Mentor?" I repeated, running alongside him until he suddenly leapt across the street below, grabbing onto the edge of another rooftop. I couldn't help but look down at the street below, bustling with people.

"You coming or what?" The boy shouted. I cursed to myself and took a few steps back, then sprinted forwards at full speed, slamming my chest onto the rooftop. I struggled to pull myself up onto the tiled roof, looking after where Roux had darted.

It seemed like hours that I spent following Roux along the rooftops, trying to follow the path he had taken. Needless to say, I was not nearly half as graceful in traversing the city. Roux seemed to move in a way that only a cat could move - dashing between cracked chimneys and swinging along cables connecting the roofing of the city together like a spider's web.

Finally, we arrived at a grand gothic building - it stood magnificently, with pale blue roof tiles, long arching windows with dazzling colours. Barely anyone stood outside, and as I stood on the top of the roof, examining this sight, I began to wonder about the years I spent in Rouen when I could have been in this absolutely wonderful city.

"Seen something interesting Monsieur?" Roux grinned widely as he examined me, a smirk of amusement flitting across his lips.

"Is this a cathedral?" I asked. Roux chuckled.

"Aren't you the naïve little eaglet?"

Roux then proceeded to drop between window-sills and balconies until he reached the ground.

"Eaglet?" I muttered to myself in confusion, before slowly and carefully following the same path as Roux. As likely enough, I lost my footing at a window sill, and slumped onto my back onto the ground.

I began to push myself up off the ground, cursing lowly as I looked up to see Roux grinning to himself as he dawdled along the cobbled ground. Roux smirked another smirk.

"I see this eaglet cannot fly yet." He grinned. I shook my head, standing up and marching towards Roux.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Here." Roux said simply. I looked around the small courtyard we were in.

"You mean the chapel?" I asked, remembering not to call it a cathedral, lest I be ridiculed by Roux once again.

"Oui monsieur." She turned around and began to lead my towards the archway and into the chapel. "Bienvenue à la maison de la Confrérie des Assassins."

Hope you guys enjoyed! Don't forget to leave a review. Also, if you need translations for the French in each chapter, I'll start leaving translations at the end of each chapter, though I think it's pretty easy to guess what they're saying...

Anyway, you'll meet at least one new Assassin next chapter. The accepted ASSASSINS are:

Fillian De Sauverette (Submitted by me)

Born in 1768 (21)

French

The illegitimate son of a Duchess and Marquis, Fillian was raised by his grandfather in a country estate in Rouen. Fairly naïve and idealistic, Fillian has a starry-eyed view of the world, and finds himself seeking out the Assassins without fully knowing who they are, or what he's sacrificing.

Darius Mateo Morraine (Submitted by BlueSpade)

Born in 1767 (22)

French

Charming and witty, Darius is considered to be the daredevil of the group, often planning assassinations for the group. A sharp wit and a keen intellect, Darius comes from the poorer side of Paris, and harbours a deep dislike of Templars due to a tragic past.

Lynne 'Roux' Girard (Submitted by MyOtherPersonality)

Born in 1764 (25)

French-Haitian

The Granddaughter of a slave, and illicit daughter of a maid and a nobleman, Baudelaire, Lynne has adapted to living on the streets, doing whatever it takes to survive - there are no advantages to honour - the bottom line is surviving.

Marie-Katherine Beauregard (Submitted by I cannot actually find the user who sent me this character - can he/she please send me a message?)

Born in 1764 (25)

French-Italian

Someone who has suffered first-hand at the corrupt nobles in France. Coming from a long line of Assassins, Marie has grown up to become fiercely independent as well as headstrong. Can she find revenge through the Assassins in the midst of a bloody revolution?

Gustave St. Claire (Submitted by Rachael torie b)

Born in 1769 (20)

French

Immature and idealistic, Gustav has known hardship at the hands of the Templars in his privileged childhood. Unlike his counterparts in the Brotherhood, Gustave is not a fully initiated Assassin, and is still trying to follow in his father's footsteps and fight against oppression.

There will be a coupe of other side characters included, but they will not actually be Assassins.