I do not own Assassin's creed.
Sunday April 8, 2018
Kyle's stubbornness to stay beside me as I hunted was a treasure I had forgotten about in our years together. I had forgotten why I had chosen this man to live with forever. This feeling of absolute trust. It glowed in my chest every time I watched him train and spar with Blake and the other novices.
The nomads of the Kenway family were seen as some of the best hunters in the brotherhood, going to any length to find what we sought. We would traverse the world to put a grudge to rest. It's one of the reasons the Hydra came to be created so long ago. Three individuals who would never stop until a goal had been fulfilled. Three different sets of skills to provide the best results for the mission, but because of the Blake could not become part of the group until I either retired or died. There could never be more than one head that dealt a bite to the target at hand.
The Hydra was a creation that roamed where our hearts told us. More often than not we would help subdue any Templar uprising that was happening at the time. This occurred so frequently that there was talk that we could predict the future in times of trouble.
Where one head went the other two were sure to follow. One head was now buried with our parents. Another would rise up from either Anetta or Conner.
Templars around the world would have no clue what was going to hit them in the coming years.
Tuesday April 10, 2018
I had forgotten this feeling, this freedom. The rush of adrenaline through my bones and my blood and my heart. The air beneath my feet as I leaped from rooftops. My fingers reaching for the smallest holds on the side of buildings, pulling me up and over the roofs of the course set up before me.
Leaps and bounds, the pounding of my feet on gravel and sand and asphalt. My speed barely changing as I moved from one terrain to another.
Thursday April 12, 2018
The wind was a constant companion on my journey of life. Even when it was just a breeze the wind followed me where ever I went. Right now it was a helper, cooling off everyone after training, but sometimes it was a teacher, making people learn to cling to the face of the walls the hang off of.
The gentle breeze carries a scent of lavender to me as I perch on one of the castle's towers. It was peaceful up here, looking at the setting sun casting violets and blues on the sky the light could not reach. The first stars beginning to twinkle as they came to life, the silver of their light blinding against the darker hues of night.
It was peaceful and beautiful, a sight I could never find anywhere in the world, except for here.
Tuesday April 17, 2018
News came a couple days ago that the rouge had made his first mistake. He took out a target meant for the Assassins.
Monday April 23, 2018
Hunting the rouge took me to London, ironically the beginning of my family line. The assassins of the London branch had kept an eye on the Keyway mansion for us, making sure it didn't fall into disarray or become something else, something sinister. I stayed there while on my hunt, Kyle and Blake on my mind.
They had been forced to stay in Masyaf, even though they wanted to join me. I couldn't train two novices while searching for the rouge. They had accepted my life, but they didn't understand what that meant yet. Didn't see the truth yet, the hadn't shed blood yet.