Hey sorry for not updating so soon! My computer screen cracked so I had to get it fix. Please don't mind the grammar.

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Sound of the water rocking the boat brought a slight comfort to Catherine. Growing up near the ports of Boston gave her a familiarity of home. On a hill in the distance, Catherine could see a small brick manor sitting on the cliff side looking over them. It was really beautiful home, nicer than the ones she had seen on the richer side of Boston. When the ship pulled to shore, she noticed a wreckage of a ship half sunken in the harbor. The redhead could make out the words engraved on the back of the vessel, Aquila.

Catherine wondered what could cause something like that to happen, a ship to sink where it makes birth. Catherine didn't have much time to linger on the question, before the two made their way down the plank of the ship, following Connor.

"What is Achilles like?"

Connor looked back at her but slightly avoiding a raccoon that ran across their path. They were surrounded by wildlife and nature. It was quite a different take then the city life back home.

"He is wise, but can be stubborn at times."

Catherine nodded, "And what made you come live here? Since your native, I assumed you were compelled to leave your tribe."

The young man seemed quiet for a few moments before speaking, "I left to protect my people from the very men who caused the massacre."

The subject seemed to go quiet before Connor turned his attention back on the icy path,"You said your mother knew him?"

"Aye, I found letters that corresponded between my mother and father dated before the year of my birth."

Connor became quiet again before asking this very important question, "Was your father, an assassin?"

"I don't know…Templars and Assassins? I don't know, it is just a lot to take in. I only discovered the letters after my mother died."

The native didn't want to drive his questions any farther before they arrived at the manor.

Connor had open the door for Catherine when they made an entrance into the manor. Cobwebs hung everywhere with furniture covered in white sheets to keep away the years of dust that have settled. The two teenagers entered into what seemed to be the dining room where an older man sat. Catherine took the time to study the older gentleman: he was of African descent with a cane to lean on.

"You left me in Boston!" The boy gave a sniveling look much like a child that was refused candy.

The old man, Catherine assumed to be Achilles, sipped on his tea. "I've learned that experience is the best teacher, we've been training for months and I thought it was time to put your skills to the test." He glanced at the boy and looked at Catherine who lingered in the doorway, "Though, Connor, I see you had help along the way."

Catherine stepped in to make sure she didn't track any snow. "Come in, why don't you have a seat and introduce yourself, I am sure the trip from Boston wasn't exactly easy for yourself." The old man shifted in his seat, "I saw how you helped Connor, and leaped from the rooftop into the crowd."

Catherine's cheeks flushed slightly: the Irish girl wouldn't say she was exactly proud of that moment he was referring too. Yet Catherine wouldn't deny the natural ability and speed she was blessed with. "I-I was only trying to help my mother…she was in the line of fire looking for me." Catherine bowed her head knowing if she was only a little faster, or maybe a bit more observant her mother would still be breathing.

"I am sorry for your loss; the expression on your face shows me there is no need to explain to me. Now, why don't you tell me your name?"

"Catherine, Catherine Rose Cormac,"

The old's man facial expression changed a little when he heard her name, "Cormac? That explains the natural talent."He sighed a little,"Tell me, did your father put you up to finish the brotherhood off? Or how about Haytham?"

Catherine looked flabbergasted at the accusation while Connor became on edge as he reached for his tomahawk. "W-what. No! I would never! I don't even know my father hardly! I am on the run! My mother was gunned down like an animal in addition to many others! you have the nerve to accuse me to be with Kenway?!"

"Alright, child, I just wanted to see what your reaction would be."

Catherine couldn't believe this man, was he smiling at her reaction? She felt her heart skip when he heard her chuckle,

"You're obviously not as bright as your father."

Connor glanced at Catherine, "How do you have knowledge of my father?"

It didn't take too long to put two and two together by looking at Connor's face. He was Haytham's son, even though she didn't get a good long glimpse at the older Kenway. Achilles hummed at the look on her face, "You don't know who your father is, do you?"

"He is an Assassin or… Was? I found some old letters addressed to my mother."

Achilles had a look of regret but shook it off. "I suppose you came here for answers, child."

"Yes, my mother said you would have answers."

Achilles looked at the young native,"I think we need tea, it's going to be a long story."

Soon as fresh tea was brewed, Achilles relived the tales of her father almost fifteen years ago. How her father had tried to warn the dangers of artifacts, artifacts from a civilization of the time before Adam and Eve, or during. No one knew for sure, but Catherine was raised in a strong Irish Catholic household, even though it was just her and her mother. She showed she believed in God to please her mother, but she was never sure what was out there in the Achilles talked to her about was a story out of legends and myths. The old man told her how he was wrong for not listing to her father.

"So, there are no more assassins?" Catherine asked as he finished his tale.

Achilles nodded. "Yes, all thanks to your father, he purged all of the high-ranking assassins in the colonies. Soon Haytham will place an order to have this homestead place under attack to rid the rest of the recruits…I was spared to wallow in my own self-pity."

"My father is a Templar?"

"Aye,"

Feelings of suffering and dread washed over her. "The same group that had British troops fire on innocent civilians, killing my mother." She didn't want to believe a word he said, "No! no, no."She stood up with tears in her eyes. Her father would never be a part of this.

It was almost life-shattering for her. "My father is a good man! Shay Cormac may have been in and out of my life, but he would never."

"Your father is a good man, but he keeps a bad company."

Catherine buried her face in her hands. "I don't know, my life was just shattered into pieces." She needed time to think. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You can return to Boston in a few weeks when everything has cool down, but I can't promise the Templars won't be looking for you."

"Because I am the daughter of one their most elite members and I was spotted on the roof with Connor,"

Achilles nodded, "Your Father kept his word to Liam,"

"My uncle?"

Catherine recalled the few times that her mother had mentioned her older brother, Liam. Catherine was told that her uncle was an explorer that died in the north on an expedition.

"He was an assassin too. When your father married your mother, Shay swore to Liam he would keep any children and her out of the war after she left the brotherhood. She was a good woman, but lacks the nature of an Assassin."

"You mean killing?"

"Yes,"

Catherine knew her mother well; Rose couldn't stomach to kill a helpless rat, Catherine couldn't imagine if Rose had to kill someone. "That sounds like her."

Catherine remembered something important, "I found a letter from an H.K. which I guess it is Haytham Kenway….He had said the tax collectors would stop pestering us about our unpaid taxes."

"No surprise there, your father asked Haytham to watch over your family. Even though your mother was in the brotherhood for smuggling information from her bar. She was probably spare due to be married to Shay."

Catherine leaned over like she was in pain, "Mother said I would have to make a choice. She saw Haytham there. Now the Templars are after me due to the fact they saw me." Catherine looked at the men, "I owe them nothing, The Templars are the reason why my mother is dead."

She replayed the moments of her mother bleeding out while James helped her hold the woman up. The screams, they were still fresh in her mind. She could still smell the gunpowder coming from the musket and the iron of heavy blood loss. If she only had listened to her mother about not following James to the protest. She remembered looking on the roof and saw the man with the bushy mustache and cold green eyes. "Who was that man that pulled the trigger?"

"Charles Lee," Connor spoke the name with much venom like a deadly viper. "What of him and my father? We need to find them."

Charles Lee, she finally had a name to the face, but Connor seemed to have a deeper beef with him. Catherine stayed quiet while the two talked.

"In the wind, I am afraid."

Catherine stood back up, almost knocking her chair over, "Someone needs to stop them. " A rage whelmed over her. Unlike any, she felt before.

"I plan on too once I find them." Connor spoke up looking over at Achilles, "We need to know where they are."

"We will…After the house has been repaired."

Connor threw his arms out in disbelief, He couldn't be serious-Achilles had to be joking, these men needed to be stopped.

"I am sure Connor can take them down, who knows what they are planning next." Her voice cracked with rage.

Achilles looked at the girl, "I see you have become very passionate about this…but he is just a boy with a few months of training, while he is a full-grown man that spent decade's honing his skills. What would he do? What would you do if you confronted him?"

He looked straight at the young girl in the eyes like he was asking her over and over again. Catherine opened her mouth to answer, but no answer came out. She couldn't take down anyone, even though she liked to think she could. Knowing that she needed excessive training before Catherine would be ready to raise a sword against anyone.

"If there is any chance, we are going to stand against the Templars, Connor." He had focused his attention on the native boy.

He lifted a wooden box that was sitting next to the tea, Catherine had ignored it this whole time. He handed it to Connor who seemed curious to open it.

"You're going to need these."

Connor opened the box pulling out what looked like long leather bracers. His hype about the Templars seemed to simmer once he held the hidden blades.

"What are those?" Catherine asked when she eyed them.

"Hidden blades, a crucial weapon for any Assassin."

Connor was waiting for this day for who knows how long. Achilles had been training and drilling him on the proper techniques onto using them. The young native would always hear a snarking comment from the old man about how well he was doing when actually he was failing. This was a big step towards taking down the Templars. He attached them onto his arm and tested the blade with a twist of his wrist.

Catherine almost jumped at the sight of the blade popping out, "Wow…I've never seen a weapon like that before…it's amazing."

She was truly admiring the beauty of the weapon. It was a truly deadly sight to behold. "That is amazing…" She took Connor wrists to examine it without asking him. Catherine traced her fingers over the leather and pulled away once she was done looking. "How does one become an Assassin?" Catherine asked as she stepped back from him.

Achilles looked interested in her question,"Why do you ask?"

"I-I am just wondering."

Achilles shook his head, "I don't think it would be a good idea for you."

Catherine was caught off guard, she wasn't thinking about joining. "I am just curious..."

"Would you consider killing your own Father? Would you be prepared to defend your own life against him?"

Before Catherine could answer her question, a loud bang shook her thoughts. A man was standing by the window with a thick Scottish accent, "Help me! Please! He is going to drown!"

The native quickly ran out the door to assist him, Catherine was going to follow to see what was happening. "Let the boy handle this. We need to finish talking, in what your future may entail."

Achilles pushed up with his cane, before leading her out of the dining room and into the long hallway. At the base of the stairs was a candlestick that Achilles pulled back to lead her downstairs to what looked like a small training chamber. On the dummy in the middle of the room was a white and blue coat similar to her father coat back home stuffed in the brown trunk.

"I found my father's costume like this tucked away with letters from him."

Achilles nodded, "When your father left the brotherhood, Shay left in a fashion that almost got him killed…He fell off a cliff where we thought he died. We searched the shore for any sign of him for an item he took, but all we found was his robes…Liam must have given it to Rose, so she would have something to bury."

Catherine touched it gently, "But he survived."

"Yes, he did, and what happened that night haunts me every day. I was a fool for not listening to your father's truth."

"About Lisbon…"

Achilles looked at the young girl, "Aye…He and The Templars were actually trying doing the right thing, and I was a fool for not heading his words."

Catherine turned to look at the wall at the back of the room where she saw it was lined with portraits of different gentlemen. Gentlemen that must be ranking in the Templar saw Haytham Kenway at the very top of them, next to Lee and other what seem to be high ranking Templars. One more caught her eyes, Thomas Hickey, she had seen him a few times in her life, but he always did a small side business with her mother. She never knew what, but Rose always looked unhappy when he left. The Templars must have had a bigger part in her life then she had anticipated.

"Did my mother still work for the Assassins? Even after she left that life behind,"

"Yes, she tunneled information from her pub to us. I believe the only reason why she was spared was due to the fact who her marriage was too."

Catherine pointed to the painting of Hickey, "This man, I've seen him several times in my life…do you think Kenway was checking up on us to make sure my mother still wasn't aligned with the Assassins?"

"Possible…The Templar's had men come to my home every so often to make sure I wasn't going to recruit any more people."

"Like Connor?"

"Yes, much like the lad.

Catherine took a moment to examine the array of portrait until she realized something, "My father's portrait isn't up here."

"I know…He made sure my life was spared so that I could spread awareness of the dangers of the artifacts that killed the people in Lisbon and Haiti."

"So, you spare him."

Achilles nods, " and it would be an injustice if I pit his only daughter against him."

"Your pitting Connor against his own father,"

Achilles looked her dead in the eye. "But you have a relationship with yours. Do you think you can handle the fact that your own father might come here to kill you, or eventual you will have to kill him?"

Catherine shook her head. She touched the necklace hanging from her neck. "He would never harm me…which is why I would make a perfect trainee."

Was she really considering this? She was ripped from her life in Boston and now was considering to throw her trust to Connor and Achilles. They were both parts of the organization that her father once part of.

"I am not saying I will be joining. I am just asking can I consider something like this…My mother's death was no accident…she was murder, by their hand. Haytham might as well have pulled that trigger himself."

Catherine soon thought of the idea of going blade to blade with her father. "I-I just need time…if I saw him, I would run the other way."

Achilles touched the young girl shoulder. "I will give you some time to think about your decision, but for now, you should rest."

Catherine nodded in agreement before following the old man upstairs.