(i don't own assassins's creed)
The sun had barely risen on the sky when Connor woke up. His wound didn't hurt as much as it did three days ago, but the annoying sting still lingered on his skin. When he decided that he wasn't going to fall asleep again, he got dressed and headed towards the kitchen. After a good breakfast he started walking towards the main room, where he knew he would find his mentor.
Indeed, Achilles was sitting on his desk like every morning, when he noticed him walking into the room.
"Good morning Connor." He answered with a nod of his hear when he noticed that something was off.
Achilles was holding on his right hand a white handkerchief with silver and golden patterns. On his right hand was something small and silver, but Connor couldn't make out what it was, because the old man was holding it so tight that his knuckles had turned white.
However, what made him more uneasy was his expression. His face was completely blank and his eyes held a sadness that made his gut twist.
"What is wrong old man?" He said, but the moment he uttered those words Achille's expression changed and he turned immediately back to his normal. He didn't want the boy to understand something that he shouldn't.
"Nothing you should worry yourself with." He said firmly and put the silver thing on his desk. It was a necklace, that was all Connor managed to see before Achilles stern look made him to look elsewhere.
"I want you to visit Godfray and Terry, make sure that they haven't run into any kind of trouble again." Connor raised his brow in confusion. He had already wasted enough days resting in order his wounds to be healed. He was sure that Achilles would immediately order him to start training so as not to lose any more precious time.
"Shouldn't I train a bit first at the cellar?"
"No need, you will do that later, now do as I say." The young native said nothing else and started walking to the front door.
"And Connor." He stopped at his mentor's voice.
"Yes?"
"Do you know where Alexandra is?" The question confused even more, but he answered anyway.
"I haven't seen her since last night. She is probably at her room sleeping."
"Good."
When he made sure that Connor was out of the manor, Achilles took again the necklace in his hands. It was small, silver, its message clear. It was the symbol of the assassins only that the Templar cross stood also proud at its middle. No gemstones or carvings only this. The symbol of a life between two worlds.
Achilles signed and turned his look towards the window.
That was how Alexandra found him ten minutes later, after he had also made sure that Connor was not in the manor anymore. He didn't have to see this. Something that both she and Achilles agreed on with an unspoken deal.
She walked in the room. No need to b quiet, he knew she was there.
She slowly unsheathed her dagger and stood behind him. Then she stopped as if she wanted to give him some time to reconsider his option. However, he didn't move, not even he felt the cold blade touch his neck.
He was finally the one who broke the silence around them.
"I knew you would come one day looking for answers, but that was not exactly what I expected. I was sure that Anastasia had taught yoy better than that." Her hand trembled at the mention of her mother's name, but it took her only a second to regain her composure. When she spoke her voice was calm and steady.
"I know everything I need to. I'm here looking only for the blood of me mother's murderer."
"Are you sure? If you really spoke the truth you would know that I am not the man you are after."
"Liar! You are the one who ordered her assassination. Her death came by the hands of her own brothers, who followed your orders." She couldn't contain the anger from her voice anymore.
"That's what your father and the rest of his friends have led you to believe, but how can you be so sure they spoke the truth when they have tricked so many before you?" He was right. She didn't know, she never trusted them anyway, but she couldn't stand back, not now.
"Enough, you are just trying to save yourself. As an assassin do what you should and accept your punishment."
She was ready to kill him the only thing she needed to do was to push the knife a little harder. In her haste to finally end her journey she didn't heard her footsteps behind her and she didn't notice Connor entering the room either.
Only when she felt something heavy collide to the back of her head she realized that something was wrong. An agonizing pain shut through her skull and then everything went black.
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"Why did she claim that you killed her mother?" Connors voice was harsh, his eyes unforgiving and Achilles couldn't blame him for that.
"Because, in a way, I did."
