HI GUYS GUESS WHAT I'M NOT DEAD.
'I'm sorry, it's been a while. How are you? Good? That's great.
I'm quite pleased with this chapter, actually, and that's not often.
You guys should know that you make my day whenever I see I've recieved a new review or follower, it makes me so happy that you like it!
It's so fun to write this story, and I just noticed that we're up in, wait for it...
1,500 READS! What? Seriously? Good lord.
You might have noticed that I'm not really writing this exactly as the AC3 storyline, but I am trying to still keep it a little bit the same.
And for you who were confused over the last chapter, the first part was a nightmare, so relax, Lucy is not dead, just terrafied by Haytham.
Nope. Still don't own them.
"I am perfectly fit to walk on my own, Mr Faulkner, you can let go of my arm." It was hard to not notice the irritation in her voice. She glanced at the man on her side who repeatedlyly tried to grab her arm and lean it against his shoulders. Lucy sighed heavily and walked past both Robert and Connor, with one hand on her sword and the other on her back. She leaved them both with a slight confused face on the shor as she started moving towards the manor on the hill. Connor caught up with her a few seconds later, quiet as he was, and joined up on her side. She didn't even glance at him and continued to walk up the hill that made its way up to the house. She examined the facade outside the manor. It was made out of red bricks with white details, such as pillar and corners. A line of white was also placed on the edge of the black roof. It was a beautiful house, with a matching stable, just beneath it. Lucy sighed in delight as she walked the small path with a quiet Connor next to her. She felt his bodyheat as he nearly touched her with his arm against hers. The path was too small to leave any spaces between them, making it almost impossible for the siblings to not touch eachother. Lucy smiled a little as she looked up at the clear blue sky, excited to see what was inside that house.
This was probably one of the most terrfying moments in Connor's life. Sure, He had been scared before, but not like this. He didn't want to see Achilles disappointed face. He didn't want to be yelled at. Yes, Connor was well aware that having Lucy here was dangerous. He also knew that this was most likely a trap. But still.. This was his sister. And he didn't choose the pitful life of a Templar. Maybe...? If Achilles would say yes, then maybe... But that probably what she would wants to happen, no, what Haytham wants to happen. Then he haves a connection to the Brotherhood.
We would be betrayed..., Connor thought as he glanced down at his sister, not able to see her face because of the hat, and looked back up again. This was not what Connor would usually do. Connor had a hard time even let someone who wasn't a Templar in the Brotherhood, not without proving himself worthy. Connor sighed as he looked up at the manor, ready to meet Achilles furious face.
Connor opened the door carefully as he entered the manor, looking around for the old man. When he was in, he looked back, only to see Achilles, closing the door shut in Lucy's face. Achilles turned his head and looked at Connor. He was pissed. He looked the door as he opened his mouth.
"Have I not learned you anything?" Connor opened his mouth to answer his mentor, but closed it again. Achilles was completely right, This was stupid, and Connor knew it. Still, he wanted to keep trying, desperetly trying to hold onto Lucy, believe this would work. It wouldn't. A few knocks on the door made him look up and stare at the door. When it slowly opened, he saw his sister's familiar face as she peaked in and looked at Achilles. The old man stared at Lucy like she was a worm, a crockroach that needed to be extinguished. He waited for her to enter and close the door. She smiled softly at him, and got a cold snort back. She reached out her hand towards the man and gently said:
"I'm pleased to meet you, Achilles. I'm Lucy, Connor's sister."
"I'm well aware of who you are, Templar." Lucy's smile faded and she withdrew her hand and let it hang by her side as she looked at Achilles with a stern face.
"I might have been taking the oath of the Templar order, but that does not mean I did it willingly, old man." Achilles winced and glared at her, as he opened the mouth to speak, Lucy cut him off with her own, shocking statement.
"I am actually more born Assassin than my dear brother. My real last name is Narracot, sir." Her smile was back on her face as Achilles flinched and stared at her. He cleared his throat and looked the girl right in the eyes, piercing his own dark with hers.
"It has been a long time since I heard that name." Confused Connor was flickering his eyes between them both, not understanding what the name Narracot means.
"I am the first in heir of the british Narracots. My mother was Elise Narracot who came here 23 years ago, on a mission to halt the Templars progress here. I am sure you two met." Achilles frowned and looked at her.
"She disappeared on duty a couple of months after she arrived. Never saw her again. I assumed she was dead." Lucy's smile got sad and faded.
"Well, that sure was not the case. Apperently she met my father and I was born. Three years later, she got killed," She didn't let go of Achillies eyes as she continued, "by the Templars. I hate them just as much as you do, Achilles, and I want to stop them." Her hand reached out once again and both Achilles and Connor looked down at it.
"Will you let me help?"
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