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Three days. Piper had been missing for three days. Her ship was supposed to drop her off a few nights ago but there was no ship, no 'welcome backs', no sign of what had happened to her. Connor had stood on the beach for hours, desperately searching for any sign of Piper's ship.
Her father, Abraham was his name if Connor was remembering right, made it to the homestead in record time once the guards in charge of watching Piper told him what had happened. They had gotten ambushed by Cindy. She had been working alone but the darts she had made were highly affective. The men that survived said that Piper had managed to distract Cindy long enough for most of them to get away but Piper had disappeared in the process. The ones that saw what happened to Piper had gone crazy, speaking about a bright light and how Cindy was coming for them.
Abraham had left to tell Connor and Achilles personally, knowing how much his daughter cared about both of them. He knew that his two daughters had been transported somewhere in time but there was a very low chance that either of them would make it back. He had no idea how to figure out where they had gotten sent and he was loosing hope of ever seeing his daughters again.
Piper had told him what to do if something like this had happened. She made him promise to keep to the plan and not tell anyone of what she had asked him to do. It was one of the most difficult things Abraham had ever done but Piper had begged him to agree.
When Piper's father told them of the situation, Connor was furious and Achilles just slowly sank to his seat, staring at the floor in disbelief.
"You are just going to sit here while your daughters are in danger?!" Connor yelled. "You are her father, you cannot just give up on her!"
"I can't just wave my hand and find out where they are!" Abraham yelled. "I have to save my resources to help my family that is still here, I can't just throw it all on them and hope that something might come up!"
"Your daughter would lay down her life to save you!" Connor yelled back. "And you are just giving up on her!"
"You talk as if I don't care about her! She is my goddamned daughter, I could never give up on her!" her father held back the urge to punch Connor. "You are asking me to do something that is impossible! I have to focus on what I can do for my remaining family, I can't save the rest of my family while looking for Cindy and Piper!"
After a few more minutes of heated arguments, Abraham finally stormed out of the manor, slamming the door shut behind him.
Connor breathed heavily, staring daggers at the door where Piper's father had just left out of. Exhausted, he was angrier than normal. Connor hadn't been able to get any sleep ever since Piper came up missing. It was tearing him apart.

XXX

"C'mon, Cindy, fight it," I begged. "Don't let it win! You almost have it, just keep fighting."
I was sitting in a chair a few feet from where my sister was tied down. It had been about three months and Cindy had yet to get control. Shaun estimated that it would be very soon that Cindy would get control again but we couldn't be sure.
It was weird living in the future again. I spent probably three hours in the shower at a truck stop that Rebecca had taken me to. I had to relearn almost everything and did a bit of thieving to keep my skills sharp. I actually stole an Ipod on accident but I had no idea what it was until Shaun explained it to me.
I would get up early each morning and help her as much as I could. I'd get her food and water whenever she needed it and I would sit by her side most of the day unless anyone else needed my help. She was in a lot of pain, begging for me to help her. I felt worthless, just sitting there and watching as she screamed for help.
Cindy cried out on last time before falling limp on the chair. Her head fell and her hair covered her face as panic flooded my veins.
I sat up in my chair quickly, knocking it over before racing towards my sister. I lifted her limp head and brushed bangs out of her face.
She groaned before her eye fluttered open. Cindy stared at me, confused before looking around. "Where am I?"
I smiled and laughed before wrapping my arms around her neck. "Oh thank God, you're back!"
"Yeah," Cindy said, exhaustion lining her voice. "But why am I tied up?"
I pulled away and cut her bounds. She rubbed her wrists before glancing around the room. "Seriously, though, where in the hell are we?"
I bit my lip and helped my sister out of the chair. She wobbled on her feet as I spoke. "Let's just go get you acquainted with everyone. They'll help explain what's going on."

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Cindy had all but passed out when she saw Desmond's special machine. She screamed about how that's how they got control over their bodies. She was clutching her head, yelling about how bad it hurt when I turned to Desmond.
"That's an animus?! Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not like you asked," Desmond argued.
"If you know so much about me, Mr. I'm-your-great-grandson, then you should know that this would've been a good piece of information to share!" I yelled back. "This is how the Templars got control over my family, you should-"
"Stop!" Cindy yelled.
The whole place went quiet. Even Shaun stopped typing away on his computer.
"I just woke up from a coma and finally have control over my body!" Cindy yelled. "Now, I'd like some quiet time so you two better shut the hell up!"
I tilted my head to the side, crossing my arms and sinking to one hip. "I forgot about your temper."
"And I forgot about your mouth," Cindy quickly retaliated.
"Funny," I said. "People don't ever forget about that."
The glare from Cindy made me shut up and she slowly reached for her necklace. It gleamed in the light, almost identical to mine. The only difference between the two were the colors. Mine was a simple silver while her was a bright gold.
I took a few slow steps towards her. "Do you know how to get back?"
Cindy stared at her necklace for just a bit longer before answering. "I think so."
"Thinking is different than knowing," I said. "I don't want to end up in tenth century England."
Cindy's eyes closed tightly, her brows knitting as she tried to remember. "I...I can remember some things. It's all...jumbled."
I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her to sit down. "Don't stress yourself. We have all the time in the world. Literally."
"We need to get you two back soon," Desmond said.
"He's right," Shaun said.
"That's a first," I murmured under my breath.
Shaun pointed to me. "Your diary says that you two leave soon."
"My diary?" I asked. "I don't have a diary."
"Remember when Connor said you needed to write down your memories?" Shaun asked.
I nodded.
"Well," Shaun said holding up a very old and tattered book. "Here it is."
Shaun handed it to me, saying not to read it. I stared at the old book, it's leather spine smooth and worn down. The green cover was dirty and old. I could see dark, faint stains on the front and asked what they were from.
"It's blood," Shaun said cautiously. "Yours."
I traced the dark circles carefully before handing the book back. I was too nervous that I'd open the book and start reading.
I crouched down in front of my sister, who was still clutching her head, before asking, "How much time do we have?"
I heard Shaun flipping through the book carefully, pausing as he read. "Two days."