Willoffire123: I am so pissed off.
Edward: I'm scared to ask why.
Willoffire123: Because I already wrote this damn chapter.
Ezio: And you're writing it again because…?
Willoffire123: Because I deleted all of my copies of all of my chapters of this story by accident!
Connor:…
Willoffire123: And it was going really well too!
Altaïr: There there?
Willoffire123: I don't need comfort! I need you to do the disclaimer so I can hurry up and write it again!
Edward: *Gulp*
Ezio: Si signorina
Connor: Willoffire123 does not own Assassin's Creed.
Willoffire123: Let's get this over with already.
When Haytham Kenway woke to a strange man in white robes at the foot of his bed, he nearly screamed for his father.
However, pulling together all the wits necessary to a 6 year-old boy, he refrained from screaming. This strange man rather intrigued him; he didn't want to go and scare the man off.
Besides, boys don't scream. His big sister Jenny said so.
"Who are you?" Haytham whispered, "And why are you in my room?"
The strange man was knelt in what looked like prayer. When he stood, Haytham saw a pair of sharp, golden eyes regarding him with a mixed degree of curiosity and amusement.
"Mā ismak?" the man asked him.
"Speak English!" Haytham ordered in a huff.
"You speak King Richard's language?" he asked in a thick accent. Haytham rather thought it might be middle eastern. "Where are we, child? What is your name?"
"My name is Haytham Kenway," Haytham said proudly, "I don't know why you're going on about King Richard. He's been dead for centuries, my tutor said so. We're in London, of course."
A deep rumble came from the strange man. To Haytham's indignation, he realized that the man was laughing at him! The nerve!
"You must be Edward's son," he said before Haytham could order the man to stop laughing at him, "Is he home?"
"Father's asleep," Haytham said reluctantly, "So is everybody else. You haven't answered me yet! Who are you? And why are you in my room?"
"How rude of me, my name is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad," said Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. "And as for why am I in your room? Haytham, my child, you must understand that you have a special gift, one that we share. This gift allows us to see each other across worlds and even centuries."
Haytham stared blankly at him. "I'm special?"
"More than you even know, child," said Altaïr.
Haytham giggled. "I never thought I was special. I can't wait to tell Jenny!"
"H-Haytham?"
Speaking of Jenny, his big sister stood in his doorway in her nightgown. She must have had the intent to berate him for making noise at uncivilized hours of the night, but she now stared at him in horror.
"Father!" she shrieked.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Haytham sulkily informed Altaïr, "She just enjoys getting me into trouble."
Not a moment later, Edward Kenway, Haytham and Jenny's father came charging into the little room, night shirt and hair askewn, with his sword at the ready.
"What the devil-," Edward started before catching sight of Altaïr. All semblance of rage fell from his face until a slightly annoyed scowl remained.
"Father, Haytham's talking to invisible people," Jenny informed her father gleefully, "shall we chuck him in the loony bin?"
"Jenny, go back to bed," said Edward as he laid his sword on Haytham's desk.
"But-,"
"Now, Jenny."
With a huff, Haytham's big sister flounced off to bed.
"Why can't they see you?" Haytham demanded to Altaïr.
"Jenny cannot see him, my boy, because she does not possess the same gift that you do," said Edward, coming to sit next to his son on the bed, "It is good to see you again, Altaïr."
"You as well, Edward," said Altaïr.
"You keep talking about this gift?" said Haytham. "What is it? And why hasn't anyone told me about this already?"
"Absolutely not," Haytham's father said sternly. Haytham couldn't tell if he was talking to him or to Altaïr. "He's far too young."
"He's your child, Edward," said Altaïr, "Though he does have the right to know."
"Know what? I demand to know!" Haytham ordered, "And why are your eyes glowing, Altaïr?"
Edward chuckled. "My dear boy, why don't you take a look at yourself?"
Obediently, Haytham fumbled in the dark for a moment until tiny fingers clasped around his hand mirror. To his astonishment, glowing, golden eyes peered back at him through the darkness.
"Those aren't mine!" said Haytham. "Who is this strange person in the mirror?"
"That is you, child," said Altaïr, "That is your gift. It connects us through time and space. You have the power to see the world for what it truly is, Haytham Kenway."
"Of course I can!" Haytham said hotly, "I have eyes!"
"You do indeed, Haytham," Edward chuckled, "Now you will do those tired eyes a favor and go back to sleep, won't you?"
"But I want to hear more about this gift," Haytham protested sleepily, "And where did Altaïr go?"
"If you're lucky, you'll see him again someday," Edward said patiently, "Someday, when you are older, I hope that you will understand. You are special, my boy, and that will never change."
Haytham hummed contentedly, snuggling back under the covers as his father left. Had he had been a fraction more awake, he might have remembered as his father left that his father's eyes were blue, not gold.
Ah, but that was a story for another day.
Arno was confused.
The attack group had charged into the castle and he and Shay had dutifully used their Eagle Vision to isolate two groups of hostages to rescue. Clipper had taken some men to go after the first group of hostages making their way out of the basement.
So why did he leave only Arno and Shay to go after the second group at the top of the stairs?
"You scared of me, boy?" said Shay as they ran. Arno gulped. Did he say that out loud?
A crash at the top of the stairs distracted Arno from his answer.
"We're close," he barked at Shay, "Eagle Vision, on."
"Hah," spat Shay, "Don't tell me what to do."
Arno ignored him, turning on his own Eagle Vision. As they neared their targets, Arno saw one ally and one enemy locked in close combat. A second ally sat slumped against the wall.
"The enemy hasn't sensed us yet," said Shay.
"Perfect chance for a sneak attack," said Arno, drawing his sword and diving at his opponent.
"Missed me," his opponent teased.
Arno smirked, "I did, he won't."
"Eh?"
Like an eagle, Shay dove from the air at his prey. He drove a hunting knife into the man's shoulder before leaping away to stand at their ally's side.
"Are you alright, Master Kenway?"
Haytham Kenway sheathed his hidden blade and straightened. "Perfectly alright. I take it you two are the rescue squad?"
"He's yours," Arno clarified, "I'm his."
Haytham huffed in annoyance. "Oh please. You can get into the politics of who's here to rescue who, or we can all kill Bishop together and get on with our lives. Now stop acting like a child."
Arno chuckled. "Just as I'd expect from a Templar Grand Master. You must have me mistaken for some high and mighty assassin with lofty ideals of who my allies can be. Who do you take me for, your son?"
Haytham coughed slightly. "Ahem!'
Arno glanced back at the figure slumped against the wall.
"Hello," said the hooded assassin, "My name is Connor Kenway."
"Oh," Arno said sheepishly, "Well, um, pleased to meet you."
"Enough talk!" said their opponent, Bishop, "I'd rather not have to fight you; test subjects are so much more interesting when they're healthy."
Bishop drew his pistols, "However, you leave me no choice, what with you sworn enemies deciding to work together now. Really, you astonish me, Arno Dorian. Working with Shay Cormac? Downright shameful."
Shay flinched.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," said Arno, disappearing and reappearing on the other side of Bishop. Arno sheathed his sword and instantly, Bishop's chest exploded in a wave of crimson.
Bishop crumpled to the ground.
"Is he dead?" said Connor.
Arno prodded his kill with his foot, "It appears so."
"Arno, I-,"
"I don't care, Shay," Arno interrupted him, "We have a job to do. Whatever ties you have to my past can wait."
Shay felt a hand clasp his shoulder.
"The boy's right," said Haytham, "Now then, who wants to help me carry Connor?"
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