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Decisions

Chapter 4: First Mission

Connor's POV

I step forward, for I am not familiar to this wood. It has been four long days since Father had told me of my mission.

~Flashback~

"Connor! Just the lad I wanted to see!"

"What brings you, Father?"

"Your first mission!" I smile gleefully. "You are to kill at stubby, old assassin in this region. His name is Achilles Davenport." My eyes widen, how could I kill an innocent man? Father brings a map to show me where.

"Do you think it is really necessary to kill this man, Father? If he is old, why not wait until he passes of natural causes." He looks on me with sad, understanding eyes.

"My dear boy, if he is left alive, he will stir trouble."

~End Flashback~

Shaking the image from my head, I continue on. Seeing a nearby tree, I jog to it and climb for a better view. I climb for a while until I can just barely make out a mansion, almost as large as my family's.

"That has to be where this assassin is."

I lower my hat so that it covers my face; Father had asked me to swap my Templar robes for a more gentlemanly appearance. This included a petticoat with a tri-corner hat and long socks. I even had to tie my hair back for good measure. Quite out of my comfort zone, but needed if I was to pass undetected by nearby guards. My plan was knock on Achilles' door and pretend I was a lost merchant in need of directions. I clutched my Templar hoping that the father of understanding would guide me.

I jump off the tree and sprint up a small slope until I reach a few stables. After catching my breath, I put on an agitated yet confused face, then a start into a slow jog towards the door. I knock on the pretending to be very frantic and helpless. An old man slowly but dutifully comes to greet me at the door.

"What is wrong, Sir?! Are you hurt?" I put as much into a desperate voice as possible.

"No, I'm physically fine. But, I am desperately lost! I was selling some apples in Lexington when my horse was spooked. She ran off in this direction and I, being the fool I am, followed her. My wife will be worried sick if I am not to return by sunset, so if you may give me directions back to Lexington, I would be eternally grateful."

I performed flawlessly; there is no way that he could not think me a lost man. He stared me down for a while before he swept his cane under my leg and brought me to the ground. He revealed a hidden blade before mounting me. He laughs.

"You know, if it were not for that terrible Templar cross on your neck, I would have believed that story. I have always been easily convinced with words, but not so much with appearance. You are most likely a Native, maybe Spanish, but either way, you would not be wearing Englishman clothing. But, what really gave way to your ties was that damned cross. You Templars think you do God's work, but in reality you do the exact opposite. Because you are so young, I won't kill you. But if we are to meet again under these circumstances, I will."

He releases me and pulls the blade back into his sleeve. It dawns on me that I could've killed him when he was on top of me. My arms were free! I wouldn't have had the heart to anyway. He ambles back towards his home.

"Wait, old man!"

"I spared your life, what else do you want?" He stares back at me with suspicious eyes.

"Why does my f- Grandmaster Kenway want you dead?" I almost slipped, but managed to make a recovery.

"Boy, I am an Assassin. Why else?"

"I know what you are, but why do Templars and Assassins hate each other?"

Probably not the smartest move, but Father has yet to tell me and I'd like to know what I'm putting myself into before it is upon me.

"You truly are an innocent child. You cannot be over seventeen." Something passes in his composure, understanding, remorse, trust?

"Come inside, I will explain."

I follow him into his large mansion; it is very nice on the inside. It reminds me of home, I wouldn't mind being there again. It's definitely better than this cursed mission. Achilles leads me up the stairs to a small parlor. I pull a chair, he does the same. We sit in front of the fireplace.

"Boy, what is your name, your full name."

"Connor Edward Kenway."

"After this story, I don't think you'll ever want to face your father again."

I lean in close, ready to listen no matter how hard it may be.

"Long ago during the crusade wars in the Middle East, there was an assassin. His name was Altair…"

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