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When she woke up Alexandra found herself at her temporary room in the manor. At first the only thing she could she was a blur of figures and lights and the only thing she felt was a constant pain at the back of her head. Only fifteen minutes later did her vision returned and her eyes focused on the only other figure in the room. It was Achilles.
He was sitting on a chair next to her bed supporting his hands on his cane. He was looking at her, but his expression betrayed neither anger nor disgust. Something really odd considering the circumstances, under which she obtained the swelling on the back of her head.
"I see you are finally awake." His voice startled her and she immediately tried to reach her pistols tied around her waist, but she didn't make it. Firstly because they weren't there and secondly because the moment she attended to stand up a wave of dizziness pulled her straight back to the bed.
A hand on the back of her head stopped her from falling hard to the mattress, which would have only caused her more pain.
"Watch it girl. We don't want you to suffer more than you already have."
She looked at him and with great effort she manages to utter a few words.
"Why don't you kill me already to end my suffering once and for all?"
"Why would I do that?" She would have laughed at his words if her head hadn't hurt so much.
"I tried to kill you. Revenge is a good enough reason for me and of course the reassurance that I won't try something similar in the future." He smiled.
"Ignorance, my child, even though it can lead to crimes is not one itself. I can't judge your action before I've made sure that you have heard my side of the truth and then I can only hope that you will change you're my about killing me." For a moment she considered her options.
"Speak then. What is your side of the story?"
He took a deep breath and started his story.
"I met your mother 25 years ago. Her father was one of our best. A great assassin from the guild at Athens, who unfortunately lost his life too soon. When Alexandra came to me she could barely remember him, she was a girl without purpose."
"So you gave her a reason to line and die for." She interrupted. Her eyes were now fixed on him, the dizziness long forgotten.
"Yes, I trained her, taught her everything I knew. After a few years she had become my best recruit, but I am sure you already know all these." She nodded.
"Well what you don't know is that before she met your father she had been engaged to one of the other members of the brotherhood." Surprise was written all over her face, but she didn't seem willing to interrupt him, so she continued.
"I don't know if he really loved him. From what I can recall he was a skill assassin, but what he had in strength and ability he lacked at patient and compassion. Anyway, a year after Anastasia reached the rank of master assassin she was given a very special assignment. She was to disguise herself as a lady of the high class and in infiltrate the Templar circles, since their organization was getting stronger and stronger here in the colonies. That was how she met your father."
He stopped and looked at Alexandra. Her expression betrayed no emotion.
"She loved him with all she had of that I am sure. She succeeded to keep their affair a secret. I only found about it much later when it was too late. One year and a half later you came to this world. That was when she decided to live. She never said goodbye to anyone. She only left a letter to my desk in which she said that running away to keep you safe. With this I thought she meant that your father had found about her real identity and that he was after her, but I was wrong."
"What happened?" Alexandra's voice was calm but also demanding.
"After we had found out about her new location at Constantinople her ex-fiancé asked permission to go there and persuade her to come back to us for her safety and yours. In my despair to have both of you back in order to protect you myself I gave him permission to do so. Few months later I learned that Alexandria was killed, you had disappeared and the man I sent to bring her back was the one who did all these."
He put something out of his pocket: a letter.
"That is the letter I found on my desk all years ago. It is the only proof I have that all the things I told you right now are true, that even though your mother's blood doesn't lie on my hands I am equally responsible for her death. It is something I will carry on my conscious for the rest of my life."
She looked at him; her eyes were filled with tears
"The Templers never lied to me. My father told me that you were the leader of the assassins the same year I saw a men with white robes and the assassins' symbol on his belt breaking into my house and killing my mother." She said nothing else still trying to take in everything she had heard. So Achilles stood up.
"I am leaving you to sleep. You really need to rest." Her voice stopped him at the doorway.
"One more thing." He turned to face her, "Where is Connor?" She knew that he was the one who had stopped her last night. The oddest thing was that regardless everything that found place the last hours he was part of her main thoughts. They weren't even friends, but during their trip in the frontier and her short stay at the manor she had started to care for the boy. More than she should. Now she wondered for the first time what she was going to tell him when they met again, how she could possible explain what she did.
"At the hall just outside the door. He didn't want to leave me alone with you, but this I wanted to speak with you in privet, so I assured that I was not going to let you kill me."
He paused. "I strongly believe that the boy disserves an explanation."
She nodded and he left the room.
After the old man left she took the letter to her hands and read it.
For the first time in years… she cried. For her mother, her mistakes and mainly from fear of what tomorrow would bring.
Connor will appear more at the next chapter. Please review.
