I sit quietly inside of Arno's house, it's pretty cosy but the house is nothing like the manor due to the manor being ten times larger than this house, this house is also different to the homestead's houses but this house is so much more nicer, it's not to big, unlike the manor which is incredibly big and hasn't got a lot of stuff in apart from the main stuff they house needs and obviously toys for me and Joseph when we younger but that was mostly it.

"So... these Templars... What do you know? Why are they here?" I turn to look at Arno who is sitting in front of me as the wooden table kept the two of us apart. I smile at Arno, who smiles back. I could tell he's a lot older than me, he's definitely at least over five years older than me but I can't help feel quite attracted to him but I won't let it interfere with the mission.

"Well... there isn't much known about them all I can say is that they are here because they tried to kill my mother and needed a place to hide and obviously they thought another country was the best option," I start to tell him before taking a sip of my drink. "All I know is that there are three main men involved,"

I reach into my pocket, pulling out some rolled up sheets of paper before laying them out on the table, making sure Arno could see them, I look down and point at two of the pictures of the three men. "These two are brothers, George Chapman and Walter Chapman, Walter is the youngest brother, a very weird man if I say so myself,"

I smile as Arno laughs at what I say, "George Chapman is the next in line for Grandmaster, just like my mother was-"

"Wait! Your mother is a Templar?" Arno asks with a shocked impression, I nod my head but I made sure to make myself clear when I told him about my mother. "She was... but she left the order when my grand father was killed by my father, my mother left to marry my father,"

Arno nods, taking sip of his own drink, gesturing me to carry on, I cough a bit before carrying on, "And, this is the Grandmaster, Edmund Mccurden, horrible man. He's the only one I WANT to kill myself, all the stuff he did to my mother is out of order and I will get my revenge on him,"

*Arno's POV*

I couldn't help but stare at her, she is a belle(beautiful) woman. She is definitely in her early twenties and she is incredibly mature, I loved her passion for the brotherhood, she must have been brought up in it to love it so much but I'm not going to question her about it, she is an amazing Assassin, absolutely amazing.

I carry on watching her as I take in all her features that I've never noticed when we first met. Her black, long hair, with is tied up in a braid and laying over her shoulder, reaching her chest. Brown skin, pretty light in fact, she could be native, Italian or even Spanish or one of her parents might be. Her Dark orbs which are slightly lighter than mine, when I first met her, her eyes were the first thing I noticed, I noticed the curiosity in her eyes when she was looking around France, she must be incredibly curious.

I jump slightly as I'm brought out of my thoughts by the chair scrapping the floor, I look up to see a smirk spreading over Eleanor's face, obviously noticing me jumping from the sudden movement, "How about we go search for them?" Eleanor asks in a sweet tone, "You could show me more of Paris,"

"Of course," I say as her hand comes into view, I put my hand in hers before she pulled me up to my feet, once she helps me to my feet, I nod at her as a 'thank you', she smiles and walks out of my small house, entering the streets of France. I could just imagine how different France is from her home.

And I could tell, just by how to looks at people as she stands by the door. I walk up to her placing my hand onto her back, she didn't jump or flinch from the gentle touch, just turns to look up at me. "Don't see many people like this?" I questioned once I noticed her watching a man in a fancy, long jacket showing all his wealth and that he's apart of the higher class.

Next to him is a young woman with blonde hair, wearing a long, buffed up dress. I don't think I could imagine Eleanor being in a dress but I bet she'd look breath taking in one. Eleanor chuckles at the question but still answers the question. "Well, I do but not very often, I live in the woods called the Homestead and no one there wears clothes like that since they have to work a lot,"

I nod the reason before walking down the small amount of steps, officially in the streets of France. "Follow me," I order Eleanor before walking up the streets. I look behind to see she's follow close behind. I turn to enter a small alleyway near my house, a short cut to the other side of the street.

"Do you have any idea where they could be?" I hear Eleanor ask, I open my mouth to answer her question only for another two voices to echo through the alleyway. "Is that them?"

"Yes! Now get them!"

"Merde," (Shit) I whisper, in the corner of my eye I could see Eleanor looking at me in confusion, not understood of what I had just said but she knew this wasn't the time to ask. I pull out my sword and followed Eleanor into the crowd of Templars.

*Eleanor POV*

I pull out my sword and sprinted straight towards the Templars, dodging the first swing the Templar just to catch me with. I kick the man in the back of the knee causing him to fall and groan, I lift my leg and kicked him in the temple, sending him straight to the floor.

I swing my sword behind me catching another Templar who tried to stab me with his sword, trying to be sneaky. I smirk before flexing my free hand, realising my hidden blade, stabbing an incoming guy before kicking the guy in front of me away, swing my sword, slicing his throat.

I turn away from the bodies just as Arno killed the last guy with his hidden blade, I gasp at the blade. I've never seen a blade like that, from presentation it looks a lot better than mine but I think they're all the same in there own way and works the same but it still looks amazing.

I walk up to him and gently grabbed his wrist, taking a good look at the hidden blade, just before Arno made it go back to it's original form. "I've never seen anything like this... It looks almost like a crossbow. It's incredible," I say, completely in awe over the blade.

Once I realised I still had a hold of his wrist, I quickly let go. scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "Umm... w-we better keep going," I whisper before turning away and walking completely out of the alleyway with Arno following away.