Here you go guy's, chapter six. As always thank you so much for reading this, leave a like or favorite it. It really helps and enjoy. :)
I do not own any of the P.O.T.C characters as well as Assassins creed but my own characters.
*cough cough* dont worry Edward, James Kidd and Adewale will show up soon, just bare with me, aye?
Something between the unfolding of letters and people surprising me today felt like it wouldn't stop. As I looked at my house from opening the gates, I realized that it wont be the end of it. The outside area was not guarded as it should be. Usually this late, guards had their night shifts switched from the day shift. I would know because of...reasons.
The dirt path to the front door felt like decades, my thoughts drifting into mushy clay. Hard to even think straight. Once my hand rested on the doorknob I hesitated. What if mother knew of my face being on wanted poster signs all over port by now? I don't know how she would react. But then again Tia must have told her by now. Tia is best to sooth people, her charms work on my uncle and I, it shouldn't be any different.
Just as I was about to twist the knob to unlatch itself the door suddenly flew open. The knob slipped from my grasp. My eyelids opened slightly as I stood back straight as a board. Unexpectedly seeing mother with eyes as round as ever, dark spots forming under her eyes like bags.
"Quickly, get in!" She said urgently, I gasped as she pulled me inside. Mother shut the door instantly, her back pressed against the creamy white door.
"Mother, has- "
"Hush!" Mother said, mouth agape I stood in awe at her behavior. She went over closing the curtains from the window's. Covering just enough light so that we wouldn't be seen. When she finished she stood with trembling hands. A mother that held her head high and her hands always to her sides or behind her back has never been seen like my mother did now. And it frightened me, made me curious as to what made her so cautious.
"Mother what-"
"Wh-where did you get that dear?" she asked, looking down at my arm. I higher ed my arm above my waist, the hidden blade sheathing out by the flick of my wrist as it soon went hidden back inside the glove.
"I uh retrieved it from my uncles house. Did-did you knew that he wasn't here for more than a month?" I don't know why I was in a stuttering fit, but it made me feel vulnerable. And weak. I shook my hands, flexing my fingers from keeping them to numb.
Mother didn't answer right away, she looked like if she were thinking of something.
Then -
"Were you followed!?" she exclaimed more like a statement than an answer. Her feet tapping on the polished floors as she went back to inspecting the windows. Muttering something that I couldn't make out. She made me nervous, more nervous than I was to walk alone in the street's at night. I blow-ed out a gust of air, craning my head up.
mother please listen I said firmly, my tone rising. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes showed that she was somewhere else, her brow furrowed with crinkles showing on her forehead. From this close I can see the youth vanishing from her face.
"Mother please" I said softly "What is going on? Is Tia here, did she tell you of what the Governor ordered of me?"
It was like she never even heard what I said. I looked down my hands still on her shoulders. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, trying to keep my head leveled.
"Templars"
I picked up my head, staring at my mother who now seemed in control, more or less.
"what did you say?"
"They're coming. Templars. The medallion is the prize. The medallion is the treasure. But they don't know of who wields it. The black sails. The black sails. The black sails... ". By now her eyes fluttered to a close. She was being drained by her words as she struggled to stay up. She fell to her knees then, gasping I bent down to sooth her. Trying my best like Tia. If Tia isn't here then something bad is happening. I need to find her.
Mother massaged her head, groaning in pain.
"Be gentle with yourself mother. Explain everything slowly so I can understand to help." I said.
She looked up from her hands, her gray eyes focused for once.
"I'm so sorry dear, all these...all these years I tried to protect you. I did what I thought was the right thing. Your uncle tried to warn me that this will never end. Not even if I hide on the ends of Davy Jones locker. A mothers duty is to defend their own. It wasn't enough." she said ducking her head, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Mother I need to understand. What did father work on? With whom do uncle and father work with? I need to understand this fight." I pleaded, eager to know.
She shook her head, sniffling back tears.
"I -i promised never to tell. I vowed to keep it hidden." She said.
It wasn't until the blade caught her attention. Gingerly placing her fingers around my right arm. Clasping the blade, with its touch I can sense the radiance that it gave to my mother. Almost a sort that gave hope, a sign. Sniffling back tears her gray eyes sparkled.
"Sometimes its not meant to be accomplished, vows and promises "I said to her. For a moment she said nothing. But it was good, it felt good. Like the calm before the storm. Because I never expected something so out of proportion. Yet so inviting.
"your father and your uncle are from a creed that call themselves the Assassins" she said.
"Assassins?" I asked "You mean to tell me that they kill people."
"No, it isn't that way" She corrected "Assassins kill targets specifically assigned to be put out in order to help the people. To do right in this world from people that want to enslave and abuse. Our enemies being Templars"
I nodded, her comments and the letters I read connecting. Still, why does a good cause have to be secret? Cant the people help the assassins in any way?
"Explains why governor swan wanted me in jail" I said, which came to a shock to my mother.
"The governor had men spying on me, I feared he finally knew of our partner ship with the assassins but never have I thought that he would have you sent to jail "
"Yes well governor swan has contacts with those you call the Templars" I said "Now that I remembered, do you know if a family member is a pira-"
My words were cut off by a loud shot ringing into the inside of the house. A blast echoed from up top the roof. A cannon no less. I covered my mother as shards and debris fell on top of us.
The echoes from the blast filled the room in a pinch. My mothers screams stuck in her throat as she covered her ears. It felt like if the blast stopped time fo focused again on the blast, my senses came back. I stood my mother up her hands clasped on her ears.
"What is happening!" My mother shrieked, eyeing her once beige colored walls. Battered and ruined from the cannon blast. In the distance there was still shot's fired from the bay.
"My house!" She cried again.
Ignoring her I went to the window, opening the curtains to get a better look. In the distance smoke rose from the main streets around the harbor of Port. Some places in ruins, people running around mad and in fright. Balling my hands against the curtains I saw the main reasons for cannon shots. There was no attack coming from the governor to our house. This was different, and it involved the whole of Port Royal, as small as it was. These men feared not, for the pirates that invaded my town use black sails for their ship.
The medallion is the prize. The medallion is the treasure. But they don't know of who wields it. The black sails. The black sails.
This possibly cant be a coincidence, this cant be. Everything mother has said is coming true. The templars are coming to get us. Not unless I can help it. I paced forward, my chest held with a defensive gap to protect my mother. Unlocking the door I looked beyond the path. Stopping me in my tracks. Men were already on their way with swords raised and pistol's on their hands. Pirates. I shut the door instantly.
"Mother go to the back door, quickly now, were- " I yelped as gunshots fired. The walls covered in holes. Mother went to the family room. I followed her suit. Inside the room was walls decorated with lavishing weapons. She went up to retrieve a sword.
"Mother no, go towards the back door " I warned, my hands numbing from nervous ticks.
"elo! Anyone home!:the voices roared with laughter. One by one it felt like if the house was falling apart.
"Mother we don't have time!" I hissed once more.
"These men are after the medallion, those black sails signify a lone group. There not templars." she said.
Just then two men came storming in as mother wield her sword into one mans chest as she punched the other to fall flat on his back. As she stuck her bloodied sword out she stabbed the man on the ground on the throat. All this in just a mere seconds. I stood in awe, never have I seen her move so strong like that.
Mother looked at me, her gaze alert.
"Nadia duck! "on instinct I fell on my knees, glancing up when the sword went flying straight as an arrow at a mans chest.
I stood up then, shocked and thrilled to know my mother can fight. She raised an eyebrow.
"what?" she said raising her shoulders "Your father taught me the basics."
