Author's Note: Oh my God you guys! I love you guys SO much! I'm so glad you all liked last chapter as much as you did. The beginning of this chapter is a bit iffy to me, it's not exactly how I thought Kyle and Haytham would first meet. But later, during the Sequence 9 re-write, I've got some awesome Haytham Kyle dialogue ideas prepared! Three more chapters and you'll get to see that. And I already have the next three chapters all planned, so it won't take as long as usual to write them. Also, in this chapter, you get to learn a bit more about Kyle and why she's here. Next chapter is Bunker Hill and then I'll be done with this Sequence!
FYI: Playing through the game a second time, I just realized, the Templars didn't know there was any more Assassins left 'till the Bridewell Prison affair. So, it seems I've screwed up the time line a bit. Sorry you guys! But I do believe, I've discovered a way to fix that.
Also, and I tried to figure this out earlier, Connor did go to the Second Continental Congress. But he doesn't in this, due to Kyle's injuries.
Special thanks to: Everyone who reviewed, favorited, followed, and read last chapter! You guys are why I do this!
Alpha Lima One: Thank you so much! I'm REALLY glad you like the story. I'm working hard on it just for you guys!
Sassiersphinx81: The complete ride, uh? That's a pretty huge compliment! Thank you! I try my hardest to give my readers the best of the best. I only wish I could do more. I also go out of my way with detail, and sometimes I worry I've put too much. I hope this update was soon enough!
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Fox Mew Brittany: Really? You think so? Well, I was hoping I'd be able to jump right back in and take off with the story as usual. But I didn't expect it to be better. Thank you, I really appreciate the sentiment! Oh my God! I would never do that though, the Kyle hallucinating Connor and that she was actually hugging Haytham bit. I'm not that awful. XD Interesting idea though. Hmmmm… ^_^
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justcallmeIchigo: XD Really? I've done stuff like that before, but I actually yell at my computer when stuff like that happens. My mom thinks I'm insane! My hope was that everyone who reads this would enjoy the friendly brother sister relationship Connor and Kyle would have, and I'm really glad you do! Thank you, I'll try and keep it up as much as I can!
Portrait of a Scribe: Yes, tsi'a means Older Brother. XD That's pretty cool, that that chapter actually fit with Game of Thrones backdrop music. I'm really glad this chapter made your day better. Maybe I knew you needed it? Maybe I posted it just for you because I knew my favorite reviewer needed a pick me up in her day? Well, okay, I'm not psychic but just imagine I did. It's my gift to you, because I understand that frustration, I just got done taking a Spanish final, right before I graduated. And foreign languages are not my forte'. And this chapter is my gift to you as well!
About college; I'm going to a local place near where I live for my first two basic years. Then I'm transferring over to Seattle University for my Bachelor's degree. But my first goal is to get a Bachelor's degree in English. I'd like to major in English, minor in art. But we'll see.
I can't wait for Black Flags either, I mean pirates, come on? Assassin pirates! It's gonna be awesome! I also just got done reading your story "Sum of Memories", I think it's pretty interesting but I'll let you know exactly what I think when I review.
Thank you! And thanks for the review!
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-X-
Revolutionary Tactics
Chapter 5: The Truth Behind Kyle
New York; May 12th, 1775.
' . . I'm so screwed. I'm so screwed. I'm so screwed.' I start freaking out, completely focused on getting as far away from the alley as possible. I'm so focused; in fact, I don't hear the sound of something falling out of my saddlebag.
"Miss!" I hear that familiar voice, and I pray he's not calling to me. "Miss!" But I know he is, because that's just how bad my luck is.
I stop, trying not to look anymore suspicious than I already do. Ari stops behind me and I turn to see my worst nightmare….
Haytham-Bleeding-Kenway.
"You dropped this." Haytham holds out a spool of satin and I look down at his hand, completely and utterly lost. "It fell out of your saddlebag."
My eyelid begins to twitch. If I were an insane person with a death wish I would be shouting all sorts of things at the man. Fortunately, I am at least sane enough to bite my tongue and take the spool silently.
I nod my head and mutter a thank you under my breath. Swiftly, like the devil himself was nipping at my heels, I began to sprint over to the stables. I even made sure not to look twice at the man, hoping he wouldn't pursue me out of mild curiosity.
But Haytham was a Templar, and Templars weren't curious men.
So I was safe… for now.
-X-
When I get to the stables I look at all the different horses they have for sale. Mares, mules, mustangs, paints, they had all sorts of different types of ponies. After looking, I take out the list Achilles gave me, and then I tie Ari to a post.
I nearly faint when I see that damn smug face again!
Haytham was at the stables too, looking for a new horse as well from what I could tell. I tried sneaking around him, using the list to hide my face. In my head I'm cursing over and over again.
I had protagonist luck. Meaning that I would get pulled into the fire again and again just to barely survive the whole fiasco!
But Haytham had never seen my face before. Surely he wouldn't try and kill me, in front of all these people, just because of suspicion. Right?
Who was I kidding? If he sees me I'm dead meat.
Quickly, I read the list and compile in my head all the horses that Achilles would be okay with. I walk along the stables, hiding my face in the paper, trying to stay as far away from Haytham as possible.
I take two more swift steps, then abruptly stop as I hear a horse whine. I look up from the paper to see the most beautiful horse I'd ever laid my eyes on. It was a Friesian breed. The horse was black and white, tall, sleek, and elegant. Hair came out in tufts at her legs and her mane was pure black silk.
I was captivated by her…. until my eyes landed on her price. The price of her was twice as much as any other pony in this whole stable. But I imagined it was because of how rare her breed truly was.
Achilles would kill me when I got back to the manor but I just had to have this horse. Something about her called out to me, and I could just see myself riding her, looking tall and elegant and powerful!
Apparently though, I wasn't the only one thinking that same thing.
"Beautiful, isn't she?"
I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard the British lit voice. Is he following me or something? I couldn't shake the fear that maybe he did know who I was.
Time to finally put those acting classes I took back in high school to good use!
"Aye, she is." I replied in the best fake sailor like Bostonian accent I could manage. It must have been fine, as Haytham didn't say anything about it.
"Do you plan on purchasing her?" He asks politely, leaning against her stall as nonchalantly as the fat cat lapping up cream. I narrowed my eyes at him, but didn't blurt out anything suspicious.
"Aye, I am." I say slowly, turning on my heel to walk over to the stable master. This time Haytham doesn't follow, and I release a sigh of relief.
Hurriedly, I purchase the horse from the man. I then request his assistance in changing over my saddle to the Friesian. He gets his stable hands to do so and I watch them closely from the sidelines, thinking of what to name the horse.
It hits me almost instantly… Noir.
When Noir is saddled I tie Ari to her. I take a few moments to myself before I decide to ride off though. Or, at least, I would have rode off if someone hadn't interrupted me.
"Ah! I see you did purchase her!" Haytham swaggers over to me from the stables as he looks appraisingly at Noir. I roll my eyes while he's not looking.
'Why the heck is he still bugging me?'
"Is there, perhaps, any way I could convince you to part with her?"
'Ah! So that's why! The weasel wanted to buy the horse from me, probably so he didn't have to pay the outrageous price the stable offered.' I mentally scowled at the man and rolled my eyes again.
"No." I stated bluntly, about to pull myself up onto the saddle, until a hand on my shoulder stops me.
"Certainly there would be-"
"No." I repeated, cutting off what he believed to be bargaining. In actuality he was beginning to piss me off. I brushed off his hand from my shoulder, and as I looked up to glare at the man I saw something underneath his collar glowing.
I tilted my head and furrowed my brows. 'That couldn't be-…. could it?' I wonder, and I almost begin to raise my hand to grab it, but I instantly realize what I'm about to do and I stop myself.
Two seconds later Haytham notices the glow. He completely ignores me as he looks down his shirt. He moves his hand from where he was about to put it on my shoulder again. Instead, he uses it to pull the amulet out from under his many layers of clothing.
As soon as I see it the glow nearly blinds me. On the amulet the markings of the Nexus are showing as clear as day. If I had time I would have wondered why it was glowing in my presence, I would have wondered if it had something to do with my proximity.
But as soon as Haytham looked back down at me, suspicion in his eyes, I bolted. Rapidly, as difficult as it was with a sling, I jumped into the saddle on Noir and began to ride off. Noir, luckily, was even faster than Shadow had been.
So, I left Haytham standing there, staring at the no longer glowing amulet that hung around his neck.
Maybe I was having better luck today than I thought. I was so lucky, in fact, that Haytham didn't even try pursuing me.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May13th, 1775.
I ride all through the night, only stopping once to eat and feed the horses. I get back to the Homestead about noon the next day, but still at the appointed time that Achilles had assigned to me.
When Achilles sees Noir… well, lets just say I was right, he was furious. He proclaimed that he'd never ask me to buy anything for him ever again. He hit me with his cane and grumbled curses under his breath for several minutes. But then he really looked at Noir and saw how beautiful she was. After that his anger died down some and he ordered me to put the saddles up and clean the horses.
I do as he says, after I deliver Ellen's things to her. The New York seamstress thanks me and promises to begin working on the Assassin robe design as soon as she can. Ellen mentions it'll take a while, and in reply I promise to bring the leather to her the next day.
After that, the rest of the day went pretty normally.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May20th, 1775.
A week of lessons under Achilles later and I was beginning to get antsy. After the first day I decided to take back up my stamina training again. I was well enough for that at least. So, every day for a week, I did the fifty laps around Davenport. I'd start at noon and get back around evening. The difference was, this time, I tried to run the whole fifty, and it got easier every day.
Now it was a week later and I was back at Doctor White's, still wearing the sundress Ellen had made me. I felt a lot more comfortable in the sundress now than I do in my old messed up hoody, so I was beginning to wear it more often.
So, I went in for the normal checkup, the disinfectant and everything, and today Lyle said I didn't have to wear the sling anymore! I was free! Free I say!
Well, sort of anyway. He said that I still needed to be careful, and that I didn't need to come by but once a week, since the infection was pretty well healed up now. White then stated that the wound, if forced, could still reopen, and that's why I needed to be careful.
But I didn't tell Connor that!
Out of the sling, with only a few bandages around the no-longer-swollen wound, I practically skipped over to Ellen's. Where I picked up three different pairs of pants, and four shirts. Ellen, secretly, also handed me a few pairs of undies. Shyly, I took them and headed back to the manor.
Swiftly, I ran up the stairs and put up my clothes. After that I changed into one of my new shirts and pants. They fit like a glove, and stretched perfectly, just right for training.
Running back down stairs, I found Connor and Achilles having lunch. Instantly, I presented them my arm.
"No more sling gentlemen, time to get back to training!" I announced happily, smiling like there was no tomorrow.
The two looked at each other then at me. Achilles smiled slyly while Connor only held a confused look on his face. I wondered then if maybe my joke had gone over the Native American's head.
"Ready for training already? Are you sure you don't want to pursue being a maid instead?" Achilles teased, chuckling lightly as the smug look on my face was wiped clean off.
"No!" I whined, feeling as if I had been reverted right back into a five year old.
"Very well." Achilles grinned, a light tone in his voice. "You and Connor can begin where you left off."
I looked over at Connor to confirm this and he nodded.
So, that day after lunch we got back to it…. Climbing.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May21st, 1775.
"You're insane!" I looked down at the haystack and cringed. "There's no way I'm doing that!" I cried, watching as Connor gives me look of disapproval.
"You will not be harmed, I promise." He shouts up at me, a seriousness in his tone of voice.
Incidentally, I was standing on top of the manor, and no I can't really climb buildings yet, but I was pretty good with trees now. I had used some over hanging branches to get on the roof, and almost instantly afterwards I watched Connor jump into a haystack. Now he wanted me to do the same.
Personally, I thought he was crazy.
"So," I start, shaking a bit as I looked over the side of the roof. "Should I do it exactly how you did it?" I asked, the wind nearly taking my words away.
Connor nods and shouts. "Yes!"
I sighed and thanked God I wasn't afraid of heights. 'The things I do for this Order.' I thought as I took a deep breath and groaned, spreading my arms out like wings. 'Like a akweks.' I chanted in my head as the tips of my feet got closer and closer to the edge.
And then, suddenly, I was flying.
I was too scared to open my eyes, but it really did feel like I was flying as I held my arms out like an eagle. The wind whipped past me as I fell, gliding along my arms, almost as if I had feathers.
I didn't open my eyes until after I was surrounded by hay. I gasped as I landed; it felt almost like I had passed through a mattress, like I was a ghost. Then a hand grabbed my arm tenderly and helped me out of the hay.
When I saw Connor's face he was smiling.
I smiled too…until I realized my hair was full of hay. "Damn it, I need another hair cut!"
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May23rd, 1775.
I was actually going by a schedule again. It took me a few days, doing this and that, but finally I had a theme going. I started hunting with Connor in the mornings again, us going after harder game now, Connor thinking it would be good endurance training for me. After breakfast I would study with Achilles, but for a shorter period of time now, so that I could do my laps, and still have enough time in the day for agility and climbing practice.
And during the night, before bed, Connor would teach me a few more Mohican words. It took me a little bit longer before I could wring up the courage to ask him to teach me some more of his native language again. But when I did he was more than happy to do so.
At least five times a day though, Connor would have me on the roof of the manor, trying to get me to get over my fear of jumping. He said that hindrance or reluctance out in the field would surely get me killed. But it was hard not being scared, it was hard going against my every instinctual reflex to not jump.
Slowly though, baby steps, I was getting closer every day.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May25th, 1775.
"So, what are we doing today?" I asked immediately as I came into the dinning room. Swiftly, light footed, a bit bruised up from the recent training, I sat down next to Connor and grabbed an apple from the center of the table.
"Sword training." He quickly replied, stabbing at his own breakfast on the plate.
Achilles mumbled something, as he sat across from us, his noise buried deeply in a leather bond book.
I shrugged, kind of excited to learn how to wield a sword. It was my preferred weapon really; I had incorporated the ability to hold two swords at once into my Assassin's robes after all.
In the blink of an eye, Connor was up, putting his plate away in the kitchen. I took another bite of the apple and waited for him. A few seconds later he stuck his head in the archway and gave me a look.
It was his 'hurry up, I'm ready' look. Sometimes Connor could be a little impatient. I didn't even get to finish my apple!
-X-
We ended up walking to Big Dave's. His house was right next to his black smith shop, and I had trekked out to his place plenty of times during my free afternoons, while I had still only been able to use one arm. I had watched him make swords for hours, and he never minded, it had always been a companionable silence.
I could hear the loud ka-shink ka-shink of his hammer hitting the metal. The fire roared, flames swallowing the blade of each sword he made. Big Dave, in my opinion, was an artist. Most of the swords he made were beautiful. And one day I would beg him to make me two.
"Mister Walston." Connor addressed the large man politely, going to shake his hand in greetings.
David smiled brightly and shook the offered hand. "Good to see you Connor." He replies, patting Connor's shoulder welcomingly.
"Good morning David!" I said brightly, popping out from where I had been trailing along silently behind Connor.
"Ah! Seems the rascals all healed, heard you got out of the sling." David grins as he sees me, and then goes to give me a tight bear hug. I can't breathe as he does, but I pat him on the back anyway.
When he lets me go I fall down onto my butt, and David nearly pulls my arm out of socket as he helps me up. I was lucky it had been the other arm he had pulled, instead of the slightly still wounded one.
"So," David starts, looking back and forth between Connor and me. "What'da you two up to?" He asks, dusting his hands off on his metal making apron.
The two of us look at each other. I raise a brow as Connor looks to me, almost as if expecting me to know what were doing. But then, he smiles slyly.
"Sword training."
-X-
Connor is a beast with a sword.
If we had been practicing with real blades I would have been killed a hundred times over by now. Worst part was, every single time I got knocked down onto my back, David would be there to laugh like a bear and help me back up. At this point, everything hurt.
"Relax your shoulders." Connor commented, putting his hands on my arms. I blushed faintly as he did so but concentrated more on the stance he was trying to show me.
We were taking a break for the moment, and Connor was trying to show me how I should be standing when I go to counter. Sword fighting was a lot harder than I thought it would be. It was far more challenging than trying to use the Tomahawk.
"Move your leg like this." Connor nudged the back of my foot with his, trying to get me to spread my legs a bit more. It was beginning to feel like my face was flushed. I needed desperately to get over my hormones.
"Now, straighten your back." Connor gently pushes my shoulders to the side, trying to be careful of the soreness that still lingered on my injury. I winced lightly enough to where Connor couldn't hear me, and focused more on keeping the stance exactly as he showed me.
"Here." Big Dave suddenly appears by my side. I had been so focused on Connor I hadn't even seen him walk back up to us. In his hand is a short sword, he offers it to me and I carefully take it. "See how that feels in your hands lass."
I hold it, turning and twisting the handle in the palm of my hand. The sword is a few inches shorter than my arm, and adorning a sleek sharp silver blade is a silver cross handle, with leather straps twisted around it. Leather was on the blade's handle to help with grip, so that it would never slip out of my leather-gloved grasp.
It is a bit heavy, but nothing I can't easily get used to. Instantly, I fall in love with the short sword, and want another one just like it. But learning to use one sword was hard enough, learning to dual wield two would take time.
"It feels great!" I reply, an excited tone to my voice. I feel of it a bit more, and then test the balance of it in my hands. I strike out, first making sure I wouldn't hit Connor or Dave. The blade, as it slices perfectly through the air, makes a sh-wing sound. It almost feels like the air was polishing the metal as the sword slices through it.
"Its yours then." Big Dave replies, folding his arms over his chest, his words confident and sure.
I look up at Dave, mouth agape. He would let me have this sword? I couldn't even pay him back, let alone deserve such work in my hands. I just stood there, shaking my head, mesmerized by the shining sunlight glints on the blade.
As I stare at the sword though, something catches my eye. At the bottom of the handle, carved into the metal, was the letter K. Instantly, I understand why. My breath is taken away as I truly realize Big Dave had intentionally made this sword for me.
I smiled sadly up at him, just thinking how I didn't deserve this. In my mind, as I leapt up to hug the overly large man, I set a goal to repay him. I promised myself I would wield this sword with the true honor of an Assassin.
I would become a person who deserved this blade.
-X-
As the hours passed, the sun looming over the trees, my focus only got better and better. I became determined to learn each and every stance perfectly. Connor still beat me to a pulp with the practice swords, which were essentially sticks. But I was improving.
Countering was one of the first things Connor taught me how to do. He showed it to me in slow-mo several times, then he attacked me, and I quickly had to learn how to use those moves reflexively.
The hardest part wasn't learning the stance; it was controlling my movements so that I did it correctly and quickly. Connor even pointed out that countering only gets harder when fighting tougher enemies. Normal soldiers would allow you to counter them, but stronger enemies like Commanders wouldn't.
Not only that, if I ever wanted to beat a Templar I needed to be more than just good, I had to be the best; meaning I had to be better than them.
"Alright, one more time." Connor calls, holding the white fine wood stick like a world-class sword. I gulped and then looked over at Dave. All he did was smile and wave from where he sat.
I nodded my head and weakly smiled back. I was really tired of getting splinters in my arm. But, against my better judgment, I got into my stance and prepared myself for Connor's attack.
It was fast, almost to the point I didn't see it. Swiftly, I raised the stick and blocked Connor's first strike. And then another came, just as quickly as the first. He leaned his weight into the block I had put up, nearly bringing me to my knees.
'Crap, he's strong.' I grit my teeth as I bury my heels into the ground. With one big push, I throw Connor off my block. As rapidly as I could, I took my first strike against Connor.
Almost as if he predicted it coming, he dodged the strike. I cursed under my breath as I jumped back, trying to dodge his next attack. But instead of attacking he side steps, about to strike my open side.
My eyes narrowed, sweat flowing down my brow in streams. I catch the attack, twisting my arm to that side. But then my front is open, and Connor fakes me out, as he comes at me from a different angle before I even realize his movements.
He gets me, right in the front, where my heart is. I groan at my loss, and thinking we're done, I relax. But Connor closes in again, and I flinch. Before I understand what's happening, I counter his attack by reflex.
He goes to strike; swiftly I block, and then counter him by kicking him strongly in the knee. His knee buckles, and I take the opening to put the stick to his neck, as if it were really a blade.
We're both breathing heavily as everything stops. All I can hear is his exhaustion; all he can hear is mine. We don't even know what exactly just happened until Dave starts clapping.
"A true natural, our rascal! You'll be killing Redcoat arse before 'ya know it!" Dave pats me on the shoulder and I nearly fall over. With no energy left to hold me up I fall to my knees. "Whoa there missy, no need to go fainting on us."
I look up and smile at Big Dave as he tenderly helps me stand. I thank him and nod my head drowsily. Connor looked a little worse for wear then when we started, but not by much. I seriously needed more stamina if I wanted to keep up with him.
"I think that's enough for today." Connor announces, slowly standing as he wipes off his dirt covered trousers.
"Yay." I say, barely any strength left even in my voice.
"Head back to the manor." Connor begins to pick up the sticks as he speaks. "Get some rest." He ordered kindly, looking up to smile at me. "You did well today, you deserve it."
I smile back at him as I begin to lean against Dave. "Thank you, and gladly! Sleep sounds wonderful right now."
-X-
The walk back to the manor felt like it took forever as I trudged along. And, as I did, I got to carry my newly acquired weapon along with me.
Achilles was in his room when I finally got back. I headed directly upstairs and didn't see him, so I imagined he was in his room.
When I got to my room I placed my sword on the table, then started stripping. I got down to my bare minimum and flopped down onto the bed. Slowly, as everything still hurt, I crawled under the covers and laid my head down on the pillow.
"I love you bed." I groggily mumbled as I fell fast asleep.
-X-
"Svegliarsi! Salvatore, svegliati!"
"Uh?" I feel someone shaking me as I hear shouting. Sleepily, I open my eyes. Above me, for as far as I can see, there is nothing but dark sky and stars twinkling brightly. Slowly, as my brain begins to wake up, I try and remember why I was outside.
It's cold and I shiver. My head hurts and I groan as I move my arm to help me push myself up. My muscles ache in protest to the sudden movement, but I put the pain behind me.
When I'm a little more awake I look around. Everything is covered in darkness, the moon overhead covered by a cloud. I appear to be sitting in a field, or maybe a valley. The grass was rich, green, and beautiful. It swayed in the cold nipping wind. I shivered again as the rush went right through me.
As I try and put together where exactly I am I look over to my side. There's a man standing beside me, Assassin's robes adorning his body. When his eyes hit mine he breaths a sigh of relief.
"Grazie a Dio, I thought you were out for good." He utters, his voice thick with an Italian accent. "Maestro Ezio will be wondering where we are! We should get back to the Sanctuary, e farlo il più velocemente possibile." He says and all I do is blink at him.
"Um? Where are we?" I ask, my brain going slower than molasses. Everything was just completely off; I was feeling even worse then when I did while being held at Fort George.
The man gaps at me, then throws his hood back in exasperation as he begins to pace. I tilt my head to see his face, and I'm surprised by how handsome he is. He even looked a bit like Ezio, when he was young.
"Questo non è buono! Non va bene a tutti! Deve aver fatto male la testa durante la missione! Ezio non sarà felice di sentire questo!" He mutters hastily, as he begins to pace erratically.
I sigh, shaking my head, as I stand to the best of my ability. When I'm on my feet I wipe off what I now realize are my own Assassin robes. They're white and red and designed like the one's the apprentices wore in Brotherhood. I wonder then if that was where I was… in Rome.
"Ah! Excuse' mi!" I try my best to copy the man's Italian, but it comes out a bit rusty sounding. "We are in Rome? Si? On our way back from a mission?" I asked, going purely off a hunch.
The man looks back at me, his lips thinned out in discomfort. "Si, si." He nods quickly, walking back over to me. "You remember now Salvatore?"
"Uh…" I reply, a hand on my hip as I tilt a bit. I still felt off, wrong, but I was steadily getting over it. "The gist of it." I shrug, looking out to the grass, beyond the hill, where I see two horses tied down.
"Good enough sorella, good enough." He says, patting me on the shoulder as he passes, heading toward the horses.
Quickly, I trail after him.
I was bound to get some answers sooner or later.
Right?
-X-
We ride back to the Sanctuary together, side-by-side. Apparently, the man thought my name was Salvatore, and his name was Lupo. By the story he told me we were two Assassins' in training, out on our first mission, by the command of the Grand Master Ezio Auditore.
Something went a bit wrong though, and while we were fighting some brutes, I was knocked unconscious. Lupo then threw a smoke bomb and dragged me away from the fight. He let me sleep for a little while, but then woke me up when he decided we needed to head back.
But none of that answered why I had woken up in 16th century Rome! I fell asleep in 18th century America, thank you very much! It's not something you forget.
I was tired of being time's plaything.
We got to the Sanctuary as dawn rose. Lupo helped me down from my horse, like a gentlemen, and then told me to go ahead and go in. I nodded and headed inside.
The Sanctuary in Rome, to me, many times, felt like it was in the center of Brotherhood's map. It was surrounded on all sides by city, and then dropped off to where a small canal opened up.
Inside was just as beautiful, if not more so, in person as it was in the game. And as I walked in, Ezio was there at the front desk, hood down, writing something in a register. On the desk was a journal, and beside that a small chest.
When my eyes landed on the chest my heart skipped a beat. I don't know why or how, but I knew there was something very important inside that chest.
"Salvatore." Ezio called, his voice calm, calling, and deep. This Ezio was certainly not young Ezio, but he wasn't as old as he had been in Revelations either. And he was just a little bit older than he had been at the end of Brotherhood.
"Si?" I answered back, walking just those few steps closer to the desk.
Ezio yawns as he puts his quill down. He then looks up at me, his eyes groggy with exhaustion and lack of sleep.
"How did it go?" He asked coolly, keeping his gaze locked with mine.
"Um-"
"Oh! Maestro, I can explain!" Lupo came in suddenly and interrupted me, his voice fearful.
Ezio holds up a hand to silence him, and Lupo instantly shuts up. He then motions for me to continue.
"Uh," I stammer, trying to remember to do the accent and to stick to the story Lupo gave me. I wring my wrists and look up, smiling embarrassedly. "Not so good signore." I start, putting my hands at my sides. "I got knocked out… and Lupo drug me away and…." I stop and look away, trying to pull off shyness. "We failed."
Lupo, beside me, started over reacting a bit. He acted so ashamed, and was wailing about, I kind of wanted to slap him.
"It is alright." Ezio speaks up, grabbing both of our attentions. Gracefully, he gets up and walks around the desk, to stand in front of us. "The first time is always the hardest, you will do better next time." He says kindly, lightly smiling as he pats our shoulders.
"Oh grazie! Grazie!" Lupo says, and I imagine him kissing Ezio's hand as if he were a king. I try not to snigger, so to cover it up I cough.
"You are dismissed." Ezio says lightly, turning to walk back over to his desk. "Go get some rest."
Lupo bows before walking away, but when I go to leave I get called back.
"Not you Salvatore." Ezio calls, now sitting on his desk, staring at me drowsily.
I go rigid, stopping and freezing in place. Slowly, trying to do so as nonchalantly as possible, I turn back around to face him. Ezio calmly motions me to come further forward. I don't know why, but I wasn't too nervous, it was just Ezio, I knew I could trust him.
I get just a little bit further forward, and suddenly, Ezio reaches out to grab my collar. My reflexes have gotten sharper over the past few months, but I still wasn't fast enough to stop him.
Then, as Ezio's face was only centimeters away from mine, I felt his lips. Instantly, I stop struggling and turn off my brain as he gives me an impassioned kiss. His lips are warm and soft; I feel his tongue at my teeth as the centimeters melt away from in-between us.
I had no idea what was going on but I liked it!
My brain was slowly turning to mush as Ezio began to nip at my neck, right underneath my ear. I was breathing heavily by then, the room getting so hot.
And right as things were getting good, the chest on Ezio's desk began to glow. It caught both our attentions, and I glared at it hatefully, knowing then exactly what it was.
'I swear to God Minerva! Just let me enjoy something for once damn it!'
But the glow got too bright, and in a burst of white light, everything vanished.
-X-
"Vittoria agli Assassini"
"Uccidete i bastardi Templari!"
The scenery around me had changed. Now I'm in the midst of a battlefield. I hear the shouts of Italian Assassins, and the screams of pain from dying soldiers. All around me there is fighting, and from what I hear it's between the Templars and the Assassins.
The valley we occupy is half covered in fire, half covered in blood. Smoke bellows up and distorts my vision. I start violently coughing as the smoke fills my lungs. And then, suddenly, there's a clash beside me, between a French Templar soldier and Ezio.
By reflex, as things begin to settle in my mind, I reach for the long sword attached at my hip. I pull it from the sheath, and almost as if I was possessed, I begin to fight the soldier, taking his attention away from Ezio.
Everything feels as if I'm dreaming. I know what I'm doing, but I'm doing it far better then I ever could in real life. I block strike after strike from the Templar, and even when he tries to push back against my sword, I stand strong, as if I was made of stone.
Then I attack, and the Templar tries to counter, but I use my elbow to hit him, knocking him off balance before he can. I take the opening and strike his side, my blade sinks into his flesh, and blood begins to drip from his ribs.
I pull the sword back and the wound only gets larger, blood flowing like a stream out of his side. But even then the Templar did not stop, he attacked again and I swiftly countered his attack. And, this time, I took his head as if it were nothing.
Blood rains down from his neck and I end up getting covered in it, the white of my robes getting stained. In my victory I look over to Ezio, who is now fighting another Templar. I watch him and feel a pain in my heart, I don't know why but…
There's a pain in my stomach. I gasp at the sudden agony that shoots through me. I feel something warm and wet trickle down my body. Reluctantly, as my body goes completely rigid, I look down to see a sword going through my stomach.
The sword is yanked unceremoniously out of my body, and with nothing left to hold me up, I fall to my side. I grow weak quickly, my life's blood running out of me like a rapid river just to stain the ground.
"Salvatore!" I barely hear Ezio yell as I begin to die. I close my eyes, and moments later my body gets moved roughly. Sluggishly, I open my eyes and notice my head is in Ezio's lap and that he is crying. "Non morire! Non si può morire! C'è ancora così tanto ... Ti voglio bene!"
I don't understand anything he says and all I do is lay there, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier as the seconds pass.
"Non piangere mentore." I hear words come out of my mouth as I reach my hand up to touch the side of Ezio's face. I'm not the one talking though, yet I am. My lips move but I don't understand what I'm saying. Ezio takes the hand tenderly, holding it tightly. "Tu sei un uomo forte e bello. Potrai trovare qualcun altro, qualcuno migliore di me. Per favore, non lasciare che la vittoria Templari. Tu ci devi portare ... alla vittoria."
And, as that last word leaves my mouth, everything goes black and I die.
-X-
"AAAAHHHHH!" I shoot up into a sitting position after screaming. I'm sweating bullets yet I'm freezing cold. My teeth chatter and my body shivers. I wrap my arms around myself and tremble.
"You have seen the truth."
I gasp, surprised by the sudden noise. My head whips around and I finally notice that I am surrounded by nothing but darkness…. again. The markings of the Nexus the only light in what I imagined was a dream.
"What truth?" I yell into the blackness, my words echoing as I rocked back and forth.
"Of your own past."
She answers, but I don't know what she means. My brows furrow and my eyes narrow. Gears turn in my head as I think deeply about what Minerva has just said. "Do…" I begin to ask, unsure and hopeful that I wasn't right. "Do you mean that nightmare I just had, was my past?"
"It was the past of your ancestor."
I blanch at that and start shaking my head vigorously. "But, where I come from, Assassin's and Templars are just fiction!" I shout, not believing what she was saying.
"But they are not. Your father was one of those who serve the cross."
Suddenly, my heart stops. My eyes widen and I feel myself begin to shake even harder. "No, no, no, no, no!" I feel tears prick at my eyes, my emotional state still high from the dream.
"He picked you to be his heir. But he was killed by an Assassin before he could reveal the truth to you."
"NO! NO! NO!" I scream, curling up in a fetal position as the sobs start to become harder and harder.
"The only thing that separates your time from this time is a decision that was made."
I wrap myself up harder inside my own arms. The cold, it was slowly disabling my ability to move, slowly making me pliant to the words.
"You were chosen, not just because of your knowledge, but for your lineage."
My breathing is getting slower, the cold freezing my lungs.
"Your bloodline stretches back to these American colonial colonies."
My eyelids are getting heavy, and I can't feel my heartbeat anymore.
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May26th, 1775.
All day long the dream plagues me, Minerva's words eat at me like a virus, and I don't feel like myself. I feel tired, sad, depressed. But I try my hardest to make sure Connor doesn't notice. I pretend as if everything was okay.
But then, I was used to doing that.
-X-
"Kyle!"
"Hmm?" I look up, startled out of my thoughts, to see Connor glaring down at me.
"Pay attention!" He barks, upset that I kept checking out while he was trying to show me the proper way to attack.
I shake my head and try to ignore the words that kept bouncing around inside my skull.
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
But it was harder than I thought.
It was mid afternoon and we were back at Big Dave's, practicing swordsmanship again. We had been at it for at least a few hours and my aches and pains from earlier were only getting worse.
'Okay, concentrate! I have to focus!' I shout at myself, slapping my cheeks a bit to wake myself up.
With a deep calming inhale, I took a half step back, and steadied myself. I dug my heels into the dirt, and adjusted my grip on the wooden sword. Off to the side, Big Dave watched silently.
When I was ready I looked to Connor and nodded to him. Connor nodded back and prepared himself. The two of us ready, we began the sixth practice round of the day.
Connor's strike was fast, almost coming out of nowhere. But my dodge was faster. On my heels I turned, using my stick to block Connor's attack. Swiftly, while still holding back his strike, I sidestepped.
Connor jumps back as I do, leaving himself open. I parry forward when I see I have the chance. Just centimeters from my stick hitting his chest, Connor strikes out, nearly knocking the weapon from my hand. But my grip is strong, and my glove takes most of the impact.
And while Connor's weapon was still close I grabbed it, and then countered by hitting him in the gut with my elbow. This winds him a bit, but not enough to take him down. I have to jump back to avoid his next strike.
On the toes of my boots I twist around his attack, dodging it with ease and grace. Using the momentum from the dodge, I spin a second time. Now I'm behind Connor and he's completely unprotected.
I strike his back and he groans. It's a bit of revenge for me, as he certainly hadn't been taking it easy on me this whole time.
I feel like I'm in the zone, my element, as I dodge his parries and counter his strikes. The feeling is different from yesterday, as yesterday I could barely do any of this, let alone do it gracefully.
Connor swiftly goes in for another blow while I try to soak up my small victory. But instead of hitting me, our sticks clash like real swords. He tries to lean his weight onto my weapon, but my feet are rooted too heavily to the ground, and I don't budge an inch.
Instantly, a déjà vu moment washes over me. This was just like when Salvatore clashed with the French Templar as she tried to protect Ezio. A realization dawned on me then. 'Is this… the bleeding effect?'
As I'm distracted Connor goes in for the kill, pulling back the stick to take the final blow. But my heartbeat quickens, my pulse racing, I feel that reflex coming in to play again.
The strike comes down, but I take the attack to my blade, twisting it underneath my arm, I pulled the sword out of his grip. And in the last moment, before anyone can breathe, I go for the throat.
Like a wolf.
But I stop myself as I realize Connor is disarmed. The end of my stick is at his neck, and he's looking down at me, shocked.
"Um," I put the stick down and innocently pulled the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. "Maybe we could practice something else now."
Connor only nods in reply.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May27th, 1775.
The dream still bugs me, but training keeps it from my mind. So I train harder than ever before. I concentrate on what Connor is teaching me, and focus on that alone. I try to become a true Assassin… even if my father had been a Templar.
-X-
Learning to throw knives is kind of like playing darts. At first, Connor sets up a still target for me to throw at. And I have to take on step back every time I get the knife dead square and center.
Then we test out my aim on moving targets like deer and raccoons. Fortunately, I am an excellent dart player. My aim, due to earlier training with my dad, which I don't really want to think about right now, is impeccable.
I continue to practice for a while, even though I'm already pretty good. But I still get better as time goes by. Even to the point where I can hit a running rabbit, from a tree branch, fifteen feet away.
I was still a better shot with my bow though.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; May30th, 1775.
Stealth and blending in are the next set of exercises we do. I point out that we should go to the city to practice them, but Connor says learning stealth skills here would be easier. He says once he believes I'm good enough he'll allow me to hone my tailing skills in the city.
I supposed that was good enough for me.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; June 7th, 1775.
Another week passes, training continued on as usual. We were practicing all sorts of things now, and every day I'd come back to the manor with new bruises. But I was getting better, quicker; with the most stamina I've ever had in my life. Still, we weren't anywhere near done yet. It took Connor three years of training before Achilles named him an Assassin. I'd only been training for a few months.
I could climb buildings pretty decently now, but still not as well as I could climb trees. I was better with a sword as well, but that moment when I beat Connor ended up being a fluke, I couldn't do it again. Doing the Leap of Faith was a bit easier too, but it was hard getting rid of my reluctance to jump.
To me it seemed like my progress was going so slow. Yet Connor said I was learning pretty quickly. But there was still SO much to learn!
Thankfully, now that I was back to training hard, I could shower under the waterfall again. No more rusty tubs for me, no sir!
But today, when I came downstairs for training, Connor was getting ready to leave. I didn't know why, but I was pretty determined to find out.
"Connor!" I shouted just as I jumped down the last step of the stairs. Connor stood in front of the door, his hand on the knob. He stops and looks to me as he hears my voice. "Where are you going?"
Connor's hood is down and I can't see his eyes, making me feel uneasy. "To visit my village." He replies coolly, believing there was nothing wrong with his actions.
"Oh." I nodded as he said this, feeling a bit disappointed. I always looked forward to training; it was usually all I had to do. But I sincerely enjoyed it.
"We will continue training when I return." He explains, almost as if he had read my mind.
My shoulders slump and I sigh. "Okay." I felt almost like I was pouting. But I don't pout, not ever!
There's a silent pause, with no tension attached. Connor hasn't moved, and I watch him, I can almost hear the gears in his head turning.
"Would you like to come with me?" He asks, coming over to put a hand on my shoulder. As I look up I can see into his eyes, they're dark and shrouded, but warm and kind all at the same time.
I nod happily, feeling a smile slide onto my face. "Yeah."
-X-
I had to ask Achilles if I could go though, before we left. He was in his study when I went to ask him and he was more than happy to let me. He said that I deserved a break, training too hard for too long wasn't good on a person, let alone their muscles.
So I packed, and I did so as lightly as possible. Connor mentioned he was planning on staying for a few days, and I was happy to stay with him. And I packed for just that, a few days.
When I was ready, we headed out. And as we rode through the forest, I realized this was the first time I'd ever rode side by side with Connor.
-X-
Mohican Tribal Grounds; June 7th, 1775.
It was beginning to get dark when we came upon the village. As we did I began to think about the things I hadn't before hand. I wondered if the people of Connor's village might hate me, since… well…. you know. Since I wasn't a member of their tribe.
I was anxious when I dismounted from Noir and grabbed her reins to walk the rest of the way. But, almost immediately, as we entered the village, a group of children ran up to me and oowed and awed at my horse. They started shouting things excitedly in their native tongue.
All I could do was laugh and smile, nod and act friendly. I had no idea what they were saying, so I was kind of freaking out a little bit.
That's when Connor walks up; his horse behind him, and he speaks to the children. With a smile on his face, he kneeled down and spoke to them, only once did I hear my name, but the rest of the time I didn't know what he was saying either. I felt like I was back in Spanish class again, and my teacher was expecting me to understand everything she had just said to me.
All the children go ooh and nod their heads, understanding exactly what Connor had been saying to them. They start laughing as Connor stands, pulling his hood back. All I do is blink and watch from afar.
"Miss," I feel something tugging on my shirt and I look down to see a little girl. Her dark hair is in braids and her eyes are a honey color. She's adorable and her smile is bright. "Your horse is pretty." She says, her thick accent tripping up the English words a bit, but not so much so that I couldn't understand her.
I smile warmly down at her, trying to be friendly. "Thank you."
After I say that she giggles and runs off, back to her village. All the other children run after her, and two of them jump down from Connor's shoulders, as they had apparently been trying to tackle him to the ground.
I look over to Connor as the children disappear from his sight. In his eyes I see sadness, longing, and loneliness, but in his smile I see a glow of joy from seeing his home again.
A pain stabs at my heart when I see this, and I look away, back to the beautiful village, as I let Connor grieve silently by my side.
-X-
The village is a busy place, even during the dead of night. Peace only settles over the chaos of children and animals when night turns to dark dreary early morning. Both Connor and I are still awake when silence passes over all.
Earlier, when we had both entered the village, the Clan Mother of Connor's tribe greeted us. The woman was old, with a deep and intense light to her eyes, as if she had seen so much in her long years. Her gaze nearly knocks me off my feet, but I steady myself quickly.
I try to greet her using the vocabulary that Connor had taught me, but instead I screw the words up, and say something rather funny. At least, Connor and the Clan Mother thought it was amusing, but no matter how many times I asked, Connor wouldn't tell me what I had said.
I was rather welcome among the tribe. As soon as Connor had used the word khe'kén:'a; everyone visibly relaxed in my presence. This tribe trusted Connor so much, that just him saying I was his sister made them trust me too.
After that I tried extra hard not to screw anything up. I wouldn't want to mess with the tribe's trust in Connor; I knew soon enough they'd need it.
But now it was late and I was bone-dead tired. I stayed by Connor's side though, as he spoke to the others around the campfire. Most of them couldn't speak in English, and for a while Connor would translate what they were saying for me, but soon enough I told him to not worry about it. I was too drained to keep up anyway.
Connor had a lot to tell his Clan Mother, or so I deduced, since he was talking to her for such a long time. And I tried to stay awake, but it was warm in front of the fire, and it was so peaceful in the village. I couldn't help it when I began to tilt, leaning into Connor's side, and fell asleep.
-X-
Mohican Tribal Grounds; June 8th, 1775.
I woke up that morning in one of the tents, Connor asleep next to me. I watched him, as creepy as it sounds, for a while while he slept. His expression was just so tranquil, not so harsh and serious like it usually was, as his eyes were closed. It was kind of mesmerizing.
But when Connor awoke I pretended to be asleep, so that he wouldn't know I had been watching him. And he gets us up early so that we can join the morning hunting party. I'm fine with that; I had even brought some throwing knives with me to practice with.
-X-
We bring in a good bit of meat, and the people of the village thank me for my help. That day, we had brought in so much, in fact, that everyone got seconds. I'm happy to have helped, and I say as much.
After eating Connor and me ride around for a bit, some of Connor's old friends joining us. I feel a bit left out as Connor speaks with his friends. I don't feel jealous or anything, I just start to feel like I'm butting in where I shouldn't. I try to ignore the feeling but it just continues to nag at me.
It makes me remember my old friends that I'd probably never see again.
-X-
We go through several activities through out the day, most I can't follow. They have so much history behind them; it'd take me such a long time to even understand them, let alone engage in them. So for most of the day I stay on the sidelines, just watching.
-X-
When we sit beside the fire again that night, the Clan Mother calls me something that I know I've heard before.
Ga Okwaho.
I, for the life of me, can't remember where I've heard that before. I know for a fact okwaho is wolf, but when I ask the Clan Mother what it all means she just says:
"Its you destiny, child."
Connor looks pretty surprised to hear this, but doesn't comment on it. So, for the umpteenth time that day, I feel left out and confused.
-X-
Mohican Tribal Grounds; June 10th, 1775.
We go through the motions for two more days, and then I practically burst.
We're inside a tent that night, as it's storming outside. The rain is pouring down and the thunder is roaring. It sounds like a wild animal is out there, trying to rip its way into our shelter. And every time lightning strikes I can feel it, it filters through the darkness and makes the night look like day.
And sometime before dusk, a beautiful tribal girl my age sits beside Connor, and literally fawns all over him. But Connor acts as if he doesn't even notice.
As I watch this something inside me begins to heat, like I was what was on fire. I grit my teeth and try to keep breathing calmly. My entire body is going on over drive and I don't understand why. Was I jealous of this girl? Or was I jealous of Connor?
The whole situation made me think of how things had been back home. How I had never been able to get a boyfriend, and how I had craved that kind of companionship. Let alone how I had craved sex. But I wasn't like other girls; I wanted someone loyal, someone who was my friend just as much as a boyfriend.
But, using that reasoning, I had gained six guy pals, which practically became like brothers to me, instead of a boyfriend. Not that I would have that any other way but… I still desperately craved that type of companionship.
Seeing this girl reminded me of that. Already, this week, I had been reminded of my friends and how much I missed them. Now I was being reminded of something I can never have.
And thinking of friends only leads to thoughts of home. Thoughts of home lead to thoughts of my family. Thoughts of my family lead to thoughts of how little I missed the messed up thing I had called a life. Thoughts of my life make me think of how my piss poor piece of shit father had actually been a Templar MY WHOLE LIFE AND I HADN'T EVEN KNOWN!
When I take the deepest breath of my life and look over to see Connor, I get greeted with something I really hadn't expected.
That girl was kissing Connor! And Connor was kissing back!
I couldn't hold the heat in any longer after that. So, I did as I usually do when I feel an anger spasm coming on. I tried to, as calmly as possible, not storm out of the tent and into the dark, cold, storming night. What I tried not to do though, is what I did.
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
"Your bloodline stretches back to the Kenway's."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed at the sky as lightning struck. Luckily I was outside of the village by then, and hopefully no one had heard me.
I ended up a good bit away from the village when I had to sit down. I had marched a long way, and now that I was drenched in cold wet rain; I had calmed down a bit. Or at least some, I had calmed down some.
I just didn't understand why I was so upset. I couldn't be in love with Connor, right? Connor was my brother, Connor was my family. It felt more like I was jealous of him in some way.
It felt more like I was angry at my own aloneness.
Connor had such a big family here, with his people; they all loved him and respected him, girls even adored him. But my family, the one I'd left behind?
Well, as you know, my father was a drunken son of a bitch Templar. My mother was a work alcoholic who didn't even know I existed. My brother was an anti-social emo who hated my guts. And don't even get me started on my stepfather.
Those, those were some very important reasons why I wasn't in a hurry to get home.
Here, here I had Achilles, Connor, Ellen, Mary, Dave, Myriam, Norris, Prudence, Terry, Godfrey, Faulkner, Lance, Lyle, and Warren. Here I had a family, but….
I sighed; maybe I should stop thinking about that. Maybe I was whining too much. Like usual I was only making myself more upset while thinking in circles. I just needed to stop thinking altogether.
"Khe'kén:'a!" When I hear Connor's voice shouting over the storm, I look up. There, standing in front of me, drenched and despondent looking was my tsi'a.
I smile sadly up at him, and finally feel the silent tears I hadn't even known I'd cried. I see it in his then, truly, the reflection of our sorrows. The sadness of the loss of his mother, the loneness he feels from the lack of her presence, and the dark betrayal he feels because of his father. In my own heart, I felt those same things.
"Tsi'a." I whisper, walking over to him calmly. I try to keep my cool; I try to play off the tears.
But none of that mattered in the end.
Because, in the middle of that storm, with both of us drenched and warm tears on my cheeks. Connor hugged me; it was with a desperate grip that he put his face in the crook of my neck. He cradled me gently, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the sobs and the tears that came flowing out onto Connor's shoulders.
And after that night, I felt something dark vanish from inside of me.
I felt closure.
-X-
Davenport Homestead; June 16th, 1775.
We head back to Davenport after that night. In the morning we leave and the Clan Mother tells me I can visit again whenever I liked. But before we left, she whispers something in my ear. She asks me to protect Ratohnhaké:ton and to be there for him.
I don't know about me protecting him, but I promise her I will.
Another week passes, with training starting back up from where we left it. I enjoy the training even more now then before, and I feel even more focused.
But after that week passes Connor prepares to leave…. for the Battle of Bunker Hill. He wishes to find Putnam and to discover the location of John Pitcairn. I know that's what he's going to do, but this time he won't be alone.
"I want to come with you!" I yell, stopping Connor dead in his tracks.
He's at the door, about to leave me again, when he hears me. And just like before, he turns around, and suddenly latches onto me. Connor's headlock is just as tight, if not as stone solid, as last time.
"You can come," He says into my ear. "If you can escape."
I smile slyly and pull my leg forward, just to swiftly push it back. The force of my heel takes Connor completely by surprise and knocks him off me. His back ends up hitting the ground, as he lies there, shocked.
I don't climb trees and run laps for nothi'n, kitties!
"Okay," He rasps out, grinning proudly. "You can come."
-X-
End Note: Oh boy, three days of non-stop writing and finally I'm done! Even if I don't post this as soon as I'm finished, I got it done three days after I posted the last chapter. And I did it all for you guys! I hope this update was soon enough. ^_^
I even started chapter 6 already! But, once again, I don't know when I'll finish it. Maybe in three days like this chapter, maybe in three weeks. Just know that I am working on it.
Also, I'm a bit worried about how you guys will react to Salvatore. She's probably only going to turn up one more time, and only so I can really point out that Kyle is not related to Ezio or Altair but she is related to Edward, Haytham, and Connor. And, if you guys want, I'll write in a chapter explaining how.
But whatever you do, don't go looking for the translation of any of that Italian! Most of it, near Salvatore's death, is extremely cheesy!
And really, her dad being a Templar was a sudden idea; I don't know where that came from. I just thought it would be the easiest way to point out that Assassin's and Templars existed in her time too even though the game does as well. That's not too much, is it?
Getting the dialogue for the next chapter was a pain in my arse! Just saying. I had to pause the game every five seconds so that I could take down the subtitles. So when you read chapter 6 I hope you understand that almost all the dialogue between Connor and Putnam will be directly from the game. I don't know why no one's put up a transcript of AC 3 yet, but I guess I'll be making one of my own.
Luckily, my idea for Bridewell prison allows me some leeway with the dialogue collection.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
Please R&R!