The frigid air against his face did little to hinder his resolve, the moon's light above him the only illumination in the area, as he leapt from tree branch to tree branch. His prey was nearby, the red outline still clearly visible even within the snowy brush, as he continued to pursue them.
"You are dreaming if you think any training could make you into a proper Assassin."
He focused on his breathing, keeping it controlled and rhythmic, as he ran. His movements were precise and coordinated, as he jumped and swung over and on every obstacle these woods presented to him, respectively. His prey would not get away.
"Do you even know what that means? It means being responsible for an ancient and proud tradition."
This one was more clever than the others. She'd thought to seek refuge within the outpost. It wouldn't save her. He used the haystack within to break his fall before lying in wait, before suddenly grabbing the French guard who had come to investigate and stabbing him in the chest with his hidden blade, pulling him back into the haystack with him. He hopped out of the stack and took cover in some of the brush nearby as several other guards approached.
"It means obeying your Mentor without question. How else will we ensure freedom for the human race?"
She was waiting for him, and she proved to be just as capable a fighter as her companion, as she had gotten the drop on him. Their blades clashed and rang with each collision as they dueled.
"You've become a monster, Shay."
She was gripping at the wound in her abdomen as she leaned her back against the side of the cottage, as he approached her. His sword in one hand, his hidden blade unsheathed in the other, as he paused before her. He was tired, bruised and cut in several places, as he regained his breath. The hooded woman was in worse shape than he was, her breathing ragged as she bled out where she sat, her gaze upon him not faltering.
"Perhaps I have."
He sent his hidden blade back into its confines, and sheathed the sword onto his side, before pulling out one of the flintlocks that he'd been gifted all those years ago by the man he once called his mentor.
"You made me slaughter innocents!"
"May your final delivery be swift."
"Kesegowase, it didn't have to be this way!"
"Hope, I didn't want to do this!"
"Convinced to the end."
"To save the world."
He locked eyes with her one final time, her green irises boring into his brown ones, before he pulled back the hammer.
And pulled the trigger.
AN: I first wrote this back in 2020, but I decided to make this my first uploaded story because I wanted to put something out on this site. This will probably not be the only thing I post, but it will be probably the only thing related to Assassin's Creed. I just wanted this off my chest. Criticism and thoughts are welcome!