AN: Because the format of this story is written as a journal, there are a couple rules heading into writing. 1) I can not go back and change any part of the story unless it is for grammar reasons, 2) When I am writing this I place myself in the shoes of my protagonist, because of this not all the pieces of her journal will feel to flow together nicely. However all questions will hopefully be answered by the time the journal is finished.
I do not own Assassin's Creed.
Friday January 26, 2018
Blake needed training. The proper training for an assassin, one I can't give him. The best place to do this was in Masyaf, halfway around the world. A homestead for thousands of my brothers and sisters in arms.
Sunday January 28, 2018
They found us.
I don't know how or when, but they did.
The Templar order.
Enemy to all assassins.
Sunday February 18, 2018
The pain in my heart is nothing like I've ever felt before. It felt like my soul was ripping itself apart. Death was a common occurrence with my lifestyle, I had grown used to dealing fatal blows to those who would endanger human life, but this was different. My own brother, slain by a rouge assassin. My younger brother was important to our brotherhood as a master craftsman, creating new tools for us to use in the field.
He's gone now, the youngest of my siblings, he will never see the light of day again. I will mourn for his life, and seek out the rouge who dared to murder my family. A piece of my soul.
My children lost an uncle, my husband a brother, my parents lost a son. I lost another shard holding my soul together, ripped out of my life before I had a chance to say goodbye.
A journey would be commencing soon, a hunt for those that would dare touch what was mine. Templars around the world would remember why I was the one they hold fear for.
Parents tell their children not to mess with snakes for the danger the snake could cause the child. I've met very few parents who tell their children to watch and wait and see what the snake does. The snake is a cunning creature, moving when it needs to move and defending itself when in danger. The snake is a dangerous symbol in a war between Templars and assassins. It is my symbol, and God help those who ever tread in my path.
Anetta had gone mute from children raised by Templars, Blake has donned a hood and bares hidden blades on his wrist, following in my footprints. Conner holds a fire in his eyes that I only remember seeing in a mirror the night my parents died.
Snakes are dangerous, nothing changes that. Tread on them and face the consequences, the danger of my family.
Ashera
Tuesday February 20, 2018
The trip Blake and I took to Masyaf was uneventful, which only put me on edge. The rest of my family would be housed at the base of the mountain, protected but away from the secrets that would put them in more danger.
My older brother joined us, not to reunite with the brotherhood, but to mourn with me and bury the youngest of our triad, the Hydra, in the tomb of my ancestors.
My brother and I walked through the sanctuary, followed by whispers of our past.
"She's back, Belinda," Hidden one, serpent "Darnell" My brothers. I was the one at the forefront of my family, the one carrying out the missions, my brothers hidden behind shadows, behind me.
Thursday March 1, 2018
My brothers and sisters-in-arms knew when to get out of my way. There wasn't much that could make me angry enough to kill someone, even if it was my job. Threatening my family was the quickest way to get to the top of my murder list. I didn't speak a word after my family tomb was sealed, I didn't need to explain the sorrow happening in my heart.
Everyone could see it.