An Irish Girl's Revenge

by Coffanilla

My father killed my mother, I saw the insignia, I watched him leave. From that day forth I vowed to get revenge. Achilles had sent to get me to train me in the ways of becoming an assassin. Though I was sent to Boston to live with Sam Adams for a time. When I returned to the homestead I had found an ally who was fighting for justice. Who knew we were so alike but so different.

2. Chapter 1

Seven years later...

"Kiera, have you finished with your chores?" Achilles asked.
"Yes." I smiled as I stood before him in the dress that he bought me. As I lived with Achilles, he had me do chores rather than lift heavy things or fix the house up.
"Then we can begin our training some more." He told me before there was a knock at the door. "You go change as I go see who it is." He instructed as I went to go change.
"Kiera, I am going to send you into Boston for you to live there for a while. I want you to get information on what your father is doing. Sam Adams will watch over you while you are away. You can write and visit but I will send word for when you can come back." He looked at me as I stood on top of the stairs.
"Are you sure Achilles? I would hate to leave you." I frowned as I watched him before he spoke again.
"Yes I am, do not worry, I will escort you there." He smiled.
"But why the sudden change?" I asked.
"It is nothing for you to worry about. I will make sure I see to about your blades." He told me before he walked off. I frowned as I would be leaving the place that I called home for so many years. I walked back to my room and packed my things. I sighed as I couldn't believe that I would be leaving. I wished that Achilles would tell me why he was sending me off.

It took me a while before I finished packing. I sighed as I helped Achilles's load the wagon up.
"I'll go get the horses." I smiled as I went to the stables. I looked into one of the stables and saw a boy, who looked to be older than me, was setting up a small area to rest.

I stayed quiet as I let him be, thinking that he could of been the boy who was knocking earlier. I continued on my way to get the horses and got in the carriage before we were off to Boston.