The Creed

by xxxheartlandxxx14

Morgane Vannier never knew anything but the Three Tenets of the Brotherhood, until the revolution takes its hold on France and she's introduced to a whole new world of intrigue, lust, and love. And what of Arno Dorian, the new Assassin who intrigues her as much as she intrigues him? Well, there is much to be discovered there.

2. Prologue

Paris, France, 1771

Morgane Vannier was seven when she first entered into the Brotherhood. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. Rain had been streaking down from the sky in torrents, helping to obscure her from the group of Templars chasing her - the Templars who had just killed her parents, Cécile and Rémi, retired Assassins. Her parents had always prepared her for something like it, and as she tore through the winding streets of Paris, trying to lose her pursuers, she had done her best to remember her mother's instructions on how to find the Brotherhood.

"Mon petit skylarche," Cécile had said months ago, brushing curly strands away from Morgane's face. "Ne pleure pas," she had cooed. Don't cry. "This is just a precaution, petit amour." She had wiped the tears from Morgane's lashes. "If anything were to happen to your father and I, go to the sewers underneath the Sainte-Chapelle. You'll find the Brotherhood there, d'accord?"

"Maman," Morgane had said ready to protest, but Cécile had hushed her, eyes fixed firmly on Morgane's features. "Okay."

In the year since that conversation, Morgane had never dreamed that she would have ever had used that information. But now she was running, Templars nipping at her heels, and her parents were dead. Her feet splashed in a puddle, and she threw a panicked look over her shoulder only for her steps to slow and then stop altogether.

Where were they?

She could no longer hear the sounds of the Templars following her, and she took a step forward. An arm banded around her waist, yanking her backward as a hand covered her mouth. She screamed, the sound muffled by the hand over her mouth.

"Sh," a voice whispered. "Edith and Evelyne have lured them away, but they'll soon come back. Follow me le petit skylark de Cécile." Cecile's little skylark.

He released her and Morgane whirled around her eyes wide as she stared at the dark colored robes, the cowl of a hood pulled up to hide her savior's face. "You knew my mama?"

"Oui," he answered. "Now come with me Morgane Vannier."

He extended his hand and she took it, not knowing that that would change her life forever.