The story of Mallory
She grew up with no family support; her parents had jobs that prevented them to spend time with her. She ran away and is now trying to survive. But, who is this mysterious woman and man that appear at the most thankful time? She had to find out… OC-centric
Why would she be so nice to me?
Aveline took Mallory's hand in her's and smile gently. She had just finished her dainty hands with the herbal water the best as she could, but feared that it wasn't enough. Aveline softly ran her fingers with Mallory and felt something missing. Her eyes travelled down to their hands and saw that Mallory had a missing finger. With innocent curiosity, the African woman slowly touched the empty space where the left ring finger would usually be.
When Mallory saw what she was doing, she roughly snatched her hand away and tore off the safety pins. The long cloth that acted as her sleeve rolled down and blocked the view from Aveline. The turquoise cloth blotted the view but Aveline rolled the sleeve up to get a better look. Mallory sniffled but laid her arm on the bed with Aveline guiding her.
"What happened?" the African woman asked, the index finger gently brushing over the space where the ring finger should have been. Mallory shrugged and tried to subtly wiggle her hand away from Aveline. Sadly, it didn't work and she gave up. Her hand relaxed against Aveline's own, still a little nervous about what Aveline would think of her.
"I don't… like to talk about it," she replied. It wasn't a lie, but the heavy feeling in her heart told her otherwise. Still, it was best not to get Aveline even more worried or else Mallory might never hear the end of it. And that thought made her cringe inwardly without even knowing the reason why. Perhaps it was because Mallory felt a sort of motherly connection to Aveline, or maybe it was because Aveline was the only other person to show her kindness. Whatever the reason is, Mallory just didn't feel like disappointing the African woman, even if they were total strangers.
"Its fine," she let go Mallory's hand and got up. Aveline took the bucket that was now empty and walked to the bathroom. Like a lost puppy, Mallory tailed behind her so she could get a good look at the house. Though a little plain, somehow, it felt like she belonged here. It held a certain charm, a lucky charm, which Mallory just felt like she was pulled into.
"It's best to get some rest, don't want you to get tired tomorrow," Aveline said. She led the younger girl to the guest bedroom and stood in the doorway. Although it wasn't much, Mallory nodded her head as a sign of acknowledgement. Aveline turned off the lights and left Mallory at her room, alone. She sighed and jumped onto the bed, resting her head against the pillows that were neatly laid out. It had been a long time since she had lay down on anything comfortable so it like a reward to her, though she didn't know what she had done to get this…
She closed her eyes, falling asleep after a few seconds.
She woke up to loud voices, screaming and shouting at each other. Every other night when she had fallen asleep, she would be startled awake by those voices, those haunting voices. They sounded angry, frustrated and sometimes even regretful. Once or twice she had heard sobs coming out and the sounds of heavy footsteps running across the wooden floor, but never had the guts to check them out.
Softly, she tried luring herself back to sleep. A melody she had learnt from the village elder played continuously in her head as she slowly rolled her body side to side, hoping to block the noises. The screams were getting louder, the sounds of wood being hit filled her with terror. With a calm and soft voice in her head told her to stop thinking about it, ignore the; which only turned out to be a failure.
A strange feeling in her chest area told her to go to that dangerous room and ignore all possible threats, all possible dangers that would occur. Would it be worth it; her life in exchange for her curiosity? She shuddered and snuggled tighter into the blanket. Her little fingers wrapped around the cloth and gripped it tightly in her small palms.
Finally, she could not take it anymore. In a gentle action, she flung the blanket onto the other side of the small room and made her way to the makeshift hallway. She made sure that her footsteps were light, like feathers flowing in the wind. When she was almost at the door way of the room, she strained to hear whatever was going on in there.
Silence…
An eerie silence greeted her and she grew even more cautious. The strange feeling in her heart grew and she recognized what that feeling was; fear. Her heart started thumping harder in her chest, her breathing growing shallower than just now. Voices in her head told her to turn away, not to open the door that blocked her view. Her hand rose, ignoring the voices. Just as she was about to push open the door, her uncle pulled her away from the room, and soon, from her house.
"No! Let me go!" she yelled in her native tongue. The village elder continued holding her and running away from the house. When they reached their destination, the village elder's house, he placed her down on the makeshift porch steps. Kanatiio looked at the village elder, curiosity filling up her dark brown eyes. The village elder shook his head before walking into his house, gesturing her to follow him. Kanatiio took a step back and ran back to her house to see what was going on.
Outside, right next to the house, were two dark figures. Their movements suggested that they were fighting, along with the groans of pain that followed shortly after someone was hit. Kanatiio stood, transfixed, as she watched the two figures fight. Now sure what alliance they were with, she simply observed carefully for any signs that they might be of her parents' brotherhood.
A sharp sound of metal hitting each other caught Kanatiio's attention. She twisted her head so she could get a better view. The two figures were standing now, weapons on hand. From what she could see, one of them held a tomahawk and a dagger in their hand. The other held what looked similar to a gun and also a similar looking dagger. Kanatiio then realized that they were on the same team, probably from the brotherhood too.
Of course, she wasn't told much about the brotherhood and only head snippets of what she could get from the adults in her village. But her interest grew with her age, even going as far a training herself with the 'hidden blade' her father had left behind for her. The bracer held a strange symbol which she thought was the symbol of the brotherhood. Ever since, she had never taken it off unless she was bathing or sleeping.
One of the black figures bumped into her, knocking her to the ground. The figure, which Kanatiio realized was female after hearing her grunt, got up and dusted herself off. Without even noticing Kanatiio, she ran up to the other figure to continue the spar that they were having, though it looked anything but friendly. Kanatiio felt that heavy feeling in her heart again, making her want to flee. So, she did. She ran away and into the house, trying to fall asleep without the image of those two in her head.
A/N: Whoo! I just finished this chapter with a major writer's block in the middle, which led me to write that dream. It's just something that happened to Mallory when she was still in the village, probably nine or eight years old. Her understanding was little then, so it might seem a little weird for her reactions. Also, this seems a little short for my liking to be honest, not as long as the other chapters. And I just had this thought while writing this chapter and it's really bringing me down but I need you guy's opinions on this- does Mallory seem like a Mary-Sue to you? It just seems like she does and it's really been bothering me but I want to know what you guys think. And if she does to you, what can I do make her seem like Mary-Sue... ish?
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Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed does not belong to me, it belongs to Ubisoft. Only Mallory/ Kanatiio belongs to me.