Tomb of Forgotten Memories

by Ashera Skyla

6 years have past since Desmond Miles saved the planet from extinction, and in that time the Assassins have gained little ground against the Templars. Until some one decided to go after a child of one of the deadliest assassins of the time. The Hydra has reentered the field

3. Chapter 3

Tomb of forgotten memories pt. 3

Monday March 5, 2018

Threats to the assassin's order had increased tenfold after I left to raise my family, Templars began to notice my absence and increased the work that would put us all in danger. Now that my family had been targeted, my daughter mute and my younger brother dead, courage had swept through the Templars. They thought the loss would cripple me, but it only made me stronger.

Friday March 9, 2018

My husband finally learned my past, and it scares me. He hasn't said a word about my shadowed history and keeps to himself in our new home. Connor made friends with one of the boys at Masyaf Schooling, Anetta had started learning sign language. Blake has begun to train.

The creed was still grieving over the loss of my brother, one of the greatest blacksmiths in our history. I was in shock still, throwing myself back into the assassin's lifestyle with vigor.

Sunday March 11, 2018

Grief was a dangerous weapon in the hands of an assassin, we were capable of traversing thousands of miles to hunt a murderer of the creed. When this happened in our history many had succeeded in their revenge, but not all. I was taught to think with my head rather than my heart, a problem in some cases, but right now it was a blessing.

As months would come to pass the rouge would make a mistake in the way they hid. That would be the moment I struck, finally putting my brother's soul to rest

Wednesday March 14, 2018

People came from the highest peak at Masyaf to see me again, gaining a little spark in their eyes when they met mine. My teacher used to say it was like looking into an emerald blaze so strong it could see into another person's soul. When I was younger I took pride in my eyesight, never letting more than the shadow of my hood cover them.

Now however, the fire in them is weaker, not from age, but from grief. Over the past month my family has been ripped apart and the chances of it returning to normal and almost nonexistent.

My husband has accepted my past and he too had begun to train with Blake, Anetta has taken an interest in healing herbs and other ways to help people. Connor found a place with the scholars.

There is no escape from this life now, maybe there never was.

Friday March 16, 2018

People on the mountain seemed to walk around on eggshells with me. Their eyes held pity and sympathy, and it upset me. I was not the only one to lose family in this phantom war. I know I will not be the last. The hydra has lost a head, but with the loss of my brother, my own children would fill with space, one head gone, two grow back. So it had been for my entire bloodline. My parents and grandparents and their grandparents had been raised this way, but there was a catch to the way we learned. The Hydra may never have more than three heads at any given time. An assassin, a scholar, a smith, an archer, a poisoner.