Truth Hidden in Words

When Corrine comes in to wake me, to get me up for work, she finds me awake. I lay against the wall on the floor, my eyes almost glazed over, both Journals on either side of me, opened at random pages. She goes to my side and shakes me, probably to see if I'm still alive. She looks at me, then down to one of the Journals, and picks it up and reads the open entry.

"-13th of March, 1773

This might be my Last entry, so I will Write fast. The enemy comes, Hidden among soldiers of Red, the King's men. They think I have betrayed them, and I have tried to say it wasn't True. Damn my Son. I Write these Words to you, my Son. Redeem yourself one Day. Carry on our Families line, and the Work we have done throughout time. I leave now to Fight, the soldiers in view from my Window. Farewell, my Son. And Remember..."

"May the Father of Understanding Guide You well.-"

Corrine looks at the pages, to me, then back at the book, then calls out to Ollie. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, the shock of this revelation having stunned me and my senses numb. I...was the son of a Templar, one of the bad guys. And worse, it appeared like I would be one of them too. Connor will hate me when he finds out. That, or he just might kill me. As if just thinking about it, someone talks, and when I look up, it's Connor.

He looks at me with an unreadable look, and I look back, in awe, shock and fear. I do nothing as he picks up the Journal and reads the same entry that Corrine just read. When he finishes, he gives me a hard look, as if he's trying to figure me, or trying to find the best place to stick a hidden blade. He motions his head, a silent command to follow him, and walks ou of my room. I sit only for a second before following after him.


We walk like we did the day before, not saying anything, just awkward silence as we walk the path. I tried very hard not to look him in the eye, and just tried to focus on the area around us. I looked to my left, and felt a warm breeze come through the trees, the branches moving with the wind, the birds chirping carrying on. I thought I was seeing things when it felt like my eyesight felt more focus as a squirrel ran from tree branch to tree branch. I was so focused that I nearly bumped into Connor when he finally stopped.

We stared at each other for a while, quiet as mice, when he finally asks, "Why are you here? To kill me?" My eyes widen. He thinks I'm here to fight him. I think to myself. I look down and shake my head. "I don't know what I'm doing, Connor. I really don't." He looked at me, so I continued, making it up as I go. "My Father wanted me to become a Templar, like him. Like most of my family since the Crusades. But I didn't want to have a past lineage define who I want to become. I am my own person, and no words, no lineage, no one can tell me who I am. So I did what I thought I should have done. I ran away at 11 years of age, and I never looked back."

By now, we are both sitting by a boulder near the path. Most of what I was telling him, came from the Journals. From what I read from my Fathers...no, wait. He's not my Father...Is he? It's a little confusing, I'll worry about it later, anyway. From what I read, he was ecstatic of my birth, that he promised Haythem Kenway, Grandmaster of the Colonial Rite of the Templar Order, that I would become a powerful Templar, and swore to death if he was wrong. Me running away qualified as wrong, so Haythem had sent soldiers to his home, and killed him and his wife.

From I read from MY Journal, is that I learned at a young age at what was destined for me, and being a very curious child at the time, stole into my "Fathers" offices and read documents about the Order, notably about the actions of the 9 Templars that tried to take control of everything during the Crusades, and of the Borgia Family and its allies during the Renaissance. Reading about what they had done, made my stomach turn. It wasn't until I was 11 years old, that I overheard my father speaking to a man in his office, a fellow Templar. The spoke of sending me away for training, to gain the skills needed to become a Templar. Later that same night, I used what skills I had learned so far, to sneak out of my window on the second floor, climb down the side of the house, and ran as far as I could, taking with me a bag, filled only with my Fathers journal and a blank journal for myself. I took a horse and left to another state, under a new name, and away from my "Destiny."

I travelled from our estate in Philadelphia, and traveled South. By the time my horse could go no further, I was in Georgia. From there, under the name "Jason Grant", I worked the few odd jobs for the printing presses, cleaned the streets in front of bars and taverns. After I had gained enough coin, I bought new clothes and food for travel, and I left Georgia. I had been doing that for the past 4 years.

After that, we both got quiet again. I looked at him, and he back at me, then I asked, "What would you say...if I asked to join you? To join the Assassins?"Connor looked at me with a look of surprise, but suspicion. "Why would you want to join us?" "Because I believe in my freedom. And I want to help others believe in theirs as well." He thought about my answer, then stared at me. "If I ever find out that you are a Templar..." He didn't have to finish, but I knew what he was going to say. "...You'll kill me." He nodded. I sighed. It was so early in the morning, the second day since I arrived here, and now..."So then, Teacher. When do we start?"

With that, my Journey begins. It may take years before I finish the training Connor and Achilles will put me through. And during that time, I will find away to get back home, to my time. But for now, my Journey into the Brotherhood begins...


In the real world, I lay in the hospital still. My mother hasn't left my side yet. She looks out of the window of my room, and admires the beautiful willow tree. She looks up above it, and sees an eagle fly in the sky. She's surprised when she sees a sparrow flying close behind, as if the eagle was showing the sparrow where to go. While she looked, she failed to see the fingers of my hand move, slowly clenching into a loose fist.


TC-MANGE here! So wow, Marcus is stuck in his daydream, now his new reality. He can get hurt, he can fight others, and he can die. New Chapters soon, I'm righting up a new chapter already, so you'll probably see it in the next day or two. Before I head out, I wanna give a shout out to THETRUEMOJO. I don't write Fanfictions as much as I want to, and THETRUEMOJO, though he/she thought at first that my story wasn't going to be good, actually likes it, and has given me a few pointers to make my story a little better. So thanks, THETRUEMOJO. If any of you wanna give me a few pointers too, b all means, the more the merrier. But nothing negative. Anyway, thanks and hope you guys like my story.

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