Guardian Angel
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day! (AKA, MLK day)
Hello, hallo people! Surprised to see me so soon? I told you it would be right around the corner (New Year *Cough, cough*).
Yes the "next part," of the last chapter is finally here and ready for action. Am I any less busy now then last year you ask… no, in fact maybe even busier if at all possible. I will really try to get the glorious old days of an update out every week back, but for now it's going to be hectic. I certainly don't like making you guys wait any more than you do, but bear with me here for I got a huge milestone to get through in my life.
As far as a time frame for the next update… anywhere between 3 hours to 3 MONTHS! Just kidding, I'll do as best as I can to make update time shorter. But remember, good things come to those who wait.
Hopefully by this point, you can truthfully see that I will not abandon this story. No matter what…
What was it I wanted to tell you next to make you read and wait longer by stalling you out…?
"GET ON WITH IT!"
Disclaimer: I do not own either Ubisoft's Assassins Creed franchise or Disney's Frozen. (The only things I own in this story are my OC's. If I did own them, then this story… would totally be a video game!)
Chapter 10: The Guardian
Castle of Arendelle…
Ryan felt as if he was shrouded in awkwardness as he sat at one side of a table, while three pairs of eyes, on the other side, stared intently at him as he answered questions, and gave few back.
"So, Ryan. What's your story?" Kristoff asked.
"Well, I was born and raised in Deutschland near the Rhine River to a soon to be family of five." Ryan began. "Growing up, I was trained by my father, whom was trained by his father, to be a part of the brother hood."
"Brother hood?" Anna questioned puzzled.
"The Assassins Creed," Ryan answered.
"Oh, right. Sorry, please continue," Anna realized.
"My father was never able to finish my training before he… died," Ryan said, darkening at the memory while clenching his fist. Elsa took notice of this, and decided to change topic knowing herself how hard it could be to lose your parent, though she still remained curious how.
"You mentioned a family of five," Elsa inquired changing topic.
"Yes, my mother and father. And my younger brother and sister." Ryan explained.
"A sister! What's her name?" Anna asked, lightening up.
"Trinity, "Ryan answered. "She is only going to be 16 years old in the coming year."
"And your brother?" Kristoff asked.
"John. And he is only 2 years behind me at 20 years old." Ryan answered.
"So that makes you 22 years old, correct?" Anna figured.
"Correct." Ryan confirmed. Anna gave a sly look toward Elsa.
"But I haven't seen either one of them for many years now, in fact… I can't even say I know where they are exactly either." Ryan informed. Anna and Elsa gave sorrowful faces. Kristoff looked down at the table.
"So, what happened after your training was complete?" Elsa asked, still with sadness hinted on her face.
"I then simply began to travel, as did my brother for he too was an Assassin, just as I. From there on, I began tracking down and hunting out the Templars in their hiding. All while looking for one in particular." Ryan informed.
"One in particular?" Kristoff asked.
"His name is Silas, and he happens to be the master mind behind your attempted capture and assassination, Queen Elsa," Ryan answered. Elsa perked up and slightly gave a silent gasp, as did her sister Anna.
Do not fret however, I won't let him lay his old, fowl claws upon either one of you," Ryan said looking between Elsa and Anna, once again clenching his fist. Both gave a smile, taking no notice of his fist.
"Thank…Thank you so much for… being our… guardian," Elsa said trying to find the right words. "But I just don't understand why a stranger such as yourself is putting everything at risk… for us." Elsa stated, confused.
"It's not really that I'm so much a stranger, but… it would be a major disgrace to me and the Creed to lay down my arms when innocents are in danger. Especially if by the hands of the Templars," Ryan explained almost as if he was leaving a big piece to the puzzle out of the picture. Elsa seemed content with his answer, but still seemed as though she knew something was missing.
"So… we already went briefly over this, but who again are these Templars, and more specially, who is trying to… hurt… Elsa?" Kristoff asked.
"When I encountered the Templars down in the tunnels in pursuit of Elsa," Ryan began, "I seen and talked face to face with Silas and who seems to be second in command, Tyrell."
"Tyrell?" Anna asked.
"The big guy in fully black armor you had confronted in the food court," Ryan answered. Anna beamed at the memory of her hurting Tyrell, whom was trying to hurt her sister.
Please, continue." Elsa said.
"I had only recently learned of Tyrell's name and existence from a local man's letter in Arendelle, shortly after my arrival here. He said Tyrell killed his brother and had taken his father's sword as a souvenir after the incident occurred." Ryan informed.
"Wait a minute!" Kristoff said abruptly, interrupting Ryan. "Is this the sword?"
Ryan took a curved edged sabre from Kristoff's hands which he had pulled from his belt. "Where'd you get this?"
"Your friend Tyrell dropped it when you two were duking it out at the market. Is it, it?" Kristoff responded with a question.
"It very well could be, I'll have to meet with him later today," Ryan responded.
"Anyway, so how'd you get to rescuing Elsa?" Anna asked.
"Once I dealed with more of Silas' pawns after he had disappeared as a coward would, once again, I pursued Tyrell down into the sewers, and out to the docks where he was going to dump Elsa off into the waters for… dead," Ryan said, hesitantly with the last word. Elsa flinched hearing this.
"I then pulled my pistol on him and shot him in the chest, then watched as he plummeted into the… dark, deep waters of the sea." Ryan continued, darkening once again at memories of the past. "Afterward, I carried Elsa back to the castle to safety." Elsa gave a smile.
"I… I'm sorry, but… what exactly is… a pistol?" Kristoff asked, puzzled. Ryan beared a shocked look on his face.
"You… never heard of them?" Ryan asked. All three gave horizontal waves of their heads. Ryan pulled his flintlock from its leather hold, and set it on the table. Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff gave curious glances between the flintlock and Ryan.
"What or how does it work?" Anna asked, curious of the alien object in front of her.
"It's hard to explain, and I better show you it later outside rather than in here. Imagine it as an advanced crossbow that shoots lead balls, or a miniature cannon." Ryan explained. All three seemed to get the picture.
"Oh, oh. May I ask a question," said a cheerful voice. All eyes snapped to the doors to see them open, but no body was standing there. Ryan felt as if someone was poking him in the back with a stick. He turned around to find a live talking snowman staring right at him. Ryan took a double take and pinched himself to insure he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't.
"Do you like warm hugs?" The snowman inquired opening up his two, twig arms in a hugging gesture.
"Uhhhhh." Ryan slurred, extremely confused.
"Olaf, I thought I told you to keep an eye on Sven?!" Kristoff exclaimed.
"You did," Olaf said with a smile.
"Where is he then?" Kristoff asked.
"I don't know," Olaf said innocently. Kristoff face palmed himself.
"How, or where did you come from?" Ryan asked bewildered at Olaf.
"Elsa made me!" Olaf said cheerfully pointing at Elsa. Ryan looked toward Elsa to see her looking down, slightly embarrassed by the awkward attention.
"Your ice powers? They are that powerful?" Ryan asked. A million things running through his head.
"Yes. In fact… I can show you if you like." Elsa answered. Ryan gave a nod. She opened up her hands and tossed them up into the air, giving a swirl of her fingers, creating a settle, slight snow fall in the room.
"Her father wasn't joking," Ryan said aloud to himself.
"Pardon me, what did you say?" Elsa asked Ryan.
"Errrm, nothing. It's just amazing." Ryan said, realizing he had spoken aloud to himself. Elsa smiled, which was a good sign.
"So let me ask you a question. Where did it come from or how'd you get it?" Ryan asked Elsa.
"It's a long story," Elsa said…
In the prisons of the Southern Isles…
Stone cold, smelly, grimy brick enclosed its occupants in their smoldering doom. One of which had all too familiar red hair, and had once been at a higher place… than the dumps of any given kingdom.
"Wakey, wakey pretty boy," one of the guards of the cell block yelled, smacking the cell bars with a metal dipper. "Chow time."
"Ugh," The red haired man sighed, rolling out of his hard, wooden bench for a bed. His scrambled up his wooden bowl and slid it along the ground as he crawled to the cell door. He let go of the bowl as he let himself come to rest, as he leaned his head in between the iron cell bars, eyes half closed and droopy. The cell guard, who had a pot of chum, dipped the dipper in the sloppy, goopy mess and pulled out a cup full of bubbling chum. He leaned over and dumped or rather, slapped the goop out from the dipper, half of it landing in the bowl, the other on to the stone cold brick floor.
"Enjoy your meal… prince," the guard snickered as he walked to the next cell to continue giving chum rations. The man looked up with slight hate in his eyes and remarked to the guard.
"One day, I'll be in your boots, and you in mine. Then you'll be begging me for your LIFE!" The man yelled.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Another guard said, kicking the man square to the side of the face, with his boot. The man fell back from the bars, spilling the other half of chum in his bowl, out from his bowl and all over into a mess on the floor. The other cell mates neighboring him reached out with scrawny paws and lapped up whatever they could reach, off up from the floor. The man rubbed his face, with the imprint of a boot, and stared with hate at the looming guard at his cell door.
"Know your place, you pathetic rat!" The guard remarked in a booming voice. The man could hear murmuring from the other cell guards, watching the incident before them.
"That's all they are really… just pathetic rats, just look at them," He heard one say to another with a huff.
The man snapped his attention back onto the guard at his door.
"One more move of your big mouth, and it'll cost yee a ration of food, underst…" The guard stated, but didn't finish as an arrow landed straight through the back of his neck, and out his windpipe. He fell dead gurgling. The other guards all snapped to attention in slight panic, as one after another fell to an arrow piercing their soft flesh. Of the ones who survived, they drew weapons and were ambushed by a dozen men armed with various swords and daggers, with a red cross upon their chests. The few cell guards that remained were quickly slathered with no remorse nor mercy from their surprise enemy. Once the last cell guard fell, all quickly grew silent as one of the men in black fatigues walked over to the red haired man's cell, and opened it with the dead guard's keys.
"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles?" The man in black asked the red haired man, pointing a dagger at him.
"Who's asking," The man known as Hans asked back. The man replaced his dagger with a loaded mini crossbow aimed level with Hans head.
"I won't ask again," The man replied.
"Yes I am… or rather I was." Hans said back, standing slowly to his feet. "Who are you, what are you doing here?"
The man in black snapped his fingers as one of the others came up to him with a rucksack. He took it and tossed it at Hans, whom caught it. Hans opened it up and pulled out a double edged sword and finer clothing, similar to his old royal fatigues, but the only difference being they were colored black and red.
"May the father of understanding guide us," the man in black said smiling sinisterly with a bow.
"May the father of understanding guide us," Hans repeated with a devious smile.
Dun, dun, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
New enemies gaining with old… stuff is heating up!
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Well, that was it. I hope you liked it. Enjoy MLK day, to my American readers. Remember the good that King had done. Auf wedersehen!
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