Hey guys! Welcome to Chapter 6! Remember I do not own Assassin's Creed but I do own Genevieve and Beatrice! Enjoy!
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Genevieve's eyes fluttered open to find a certain wolf cowering above her. She giggled and patted Alpha on the head and pushed him off of her. I guess it wasn't a dream after all, Genevieve thought while she was examining her hand. The beautiful pattern still remained on her palm from the night before. Her gazing was interrupted by the wolf, for some reason something caught Alpha's attention and he sprinted off the bed towards the entrance of the cave.
"Alpha, where are you going?" Genevieve murmured tiredly. She quickly combed her hair with her hands and pinched her cheeks so they had some colour in them. Slowly she made her way down the cave to the entrance to find Alpha growling at something in the distance.
"What's going on?" Genevieve asked quietly to the wolf. He stood in front of her protectively; ready to pounce at any threat that was near.
"Genevieve?" A rough voice echoed. The figure in the distance came closer into view, she recognized it immediately.
"Connor?" He looked exhausted. His body was slouching and he wasn't as on guard as he usually is. Was he out looking for me all night? Connor took a step closer towards Genevieve but Alpha didn't allow it. He growled low telling Connor to back off; Connor raised his tomahawk ready to fight the beast.
"No!" Genevieve lunged in next to the wolf and wrung her arms around its neck, keeping her eyes locked on Connor. "Please don't hurt him." She whispered. Connor placed his tomahawk back into his belt and Alpha stopped his excessive growling. Genevieve stood up next to the wolf, returning to her original height so she could face Connor. She had to admit, she was nervous as hell.
"Care to explain what's going on?" Connor asked rigidly.
"Your friend Genevieve is chosen." Beatrice appeared from the inside of cave, startling Genevieve. "Just like you were Ratonhnhaké ton." Is that Connor's real name?
"By the spirits?" Connor asked.
"Indeed, they want her to help you."
"How could she hel-" His sentence was cut off by Genevieve's death glare.
"Don't question the spirits boy. They know what they're doing."
"They want her to train as an assassin?" Clarified Connor. Beatrice nodded. Ha! Genevieve- 1, Connor -0.
"Who are you?" Connor asked Beatrice skeptically.
"Beatrice." She answered swiftly. "Now come Genevieve, you must change and then leave. You have much work to do." Genevieve nodded and followed Beatrice inside with Alpha behind her.
"Come Connor." Beatrice called out. "We have much to discuss." Connor wearily walked into the cave and followed the two women and the wolf. He eyed Genevieve while he was walking, watching her every move. He didn't trust that wolf one bit.
"Now Genevieve go change, I have laid out some clothes on your bed." Beatrice shooed her away to get changed in her bedroom. She then pulled out two wooden chairs, sitting in one and gesturing Connor to sit in the other.
"Even though you don't believe it Ratonhnhaké ton, she will be of great use to you. You shouldn't underestimate her."
"It is not that I do not believe she is capable. I just do not want her to-"
"Get hurt?" Connor lowered his head. "You care for this girl don't you?" Connor didn't answer; he just continued to stare at the ground.
"If you do care Connor, I would tell her soon. She cares for you too." Connor raised his head at the statement.
"Okay I'm ready to go." Genevieve said as she walked into the room. She was wearing pants, she preferred them over dresses, and they were much easier to get around in. "Thank you again Beatrice."
"Think nothing of it dear. Now go, you have training to complete." She smiled and hugged Genevieve. She smells like pine leaves. Connor thanked Beatrice also before leaving the cave. Genevieve said goodbye to Alpha and he barked in response.
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Soon enough the two were outside the cave, walking in the direction of the homestead. They walked silently through the forest, trying to avert each other's gaze.
"What's on your hand?" Connor asked, trying to start a conversation. He didn't like it being awkward between them, he liked talking to her.
"Oh Beatrice painted it." Genevieve held her hand up so Connor could take a better look at it. "It's the spirits' symbol or something."
"Listen Genevieve I'm sorry for what I said. It was wrong." He admitted. "I apologies for hurting your feelings, I shouldn't of said those things."
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have stormed out. I shou-"
"You had the right to be angry. I am the only one to blame."
"But I egged you on, and I am sorry for that." They walked in silence once again, listening to their footsteps against the dirt and grass.
"Hey Connor?"
"Yes?"
"Can you teach me how to pronounce your actual name?" Connor nodded, and if Genevieve didn't know any better, she could've sworn she saw a smile from under his hood.
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I am so sorry the chapter is so short! But I promise to make it longer in the next. Please forgive me! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! –Lildoll98
