I hope this is the right document. It should be corrected with errors and all that fun stuff. I am excited about this second chapter.

-Moon

Catherine walked into the private library of the Master Assassins. Sophie Trenet awaited for the younger Assassin while she flipped through pages of a book she was reading.

"Mademoiselle Trenet," Catherine said as she approached her.

The older woman snapped the book shut, "Cormac, you are late." Her voice carried an irritated tone.

"Sorry for the tardiness."

"It's fine girl, you're here now."

Sophie Trenet was in her mid-twenties when she rose to the rank of Master Assassin and joined the council. The older woman was well known for her writings of work for equality and women's rights. Catherine had sunk her teeth into the works of Sophie Trenet since she had arrived. Her essays spoke of the oppressed classes and the god given rights that they deserved. For an unmarried woman of her age was an amazing accomplishment. Catherine had hardly ever heard of a woman being a published author.

"How fares your personal mission for the native land? Secure any more patrons who are willing to donate to your cause."

Catherine felt a twinge of self-doubt of full filling it. She had taken on private contracts for the rich nobles of the city. She had no way of knowing how much the Templars gathered in resources. Only stolen reports that the Brotherhood had secured since the Boston Tea Party. Everything was quiet on the Colonial Rite front. Catherine didn't trust the reports though. Haytham would always have a contingency plan.

No one in the Brotherhood believed that she could do it. Catherine wouldn't dream of asking Dorian for help, or the brotherhood from their treasury. This was the task for her so the Colonial Brotherhood could succeed in rebuilding. Dorian could only give her the guidance she needed.

Dorian held a private account for Catherine in the process for her. Being a woman, she wasn't allowed to handle her own money, but Dorian took up as her sponsor. It was strange to have a young woman live independently with someone taking care of her finances. The whispers of her existence were she was the bastard daughter of noble or the pretty mistress. No one from the public eye knew the truth. Her nosy neighbors sent her invites of tea and dinner. She simply ignored them which caused rumors to spread.

"It's not much, but I need one last hard push and I will have the funds I need for the tribal lands." Catherine sighed as she ran her fingers across the leather bound books. "The American Brotherhood made a mistake during the 7-Year War. They enslaved the Natives of posing tribes instead of trying to make them alleys. If we can do that, we have natural allies."

"I wouldn't let Bellec hear you say that. I'm not a fan of Achilles either though. The way he mentored the Brotherhood back during the war between the French and English was a mess. If he had only listened to your father, I am sure you or Connor wouldn't be cleaning his mess."

Catherine had mix feelings about her former mentor from the secrets she learned. "Well, it gives some real-world experience, doesn't it." She could taste the bitterness of her own tone.

"Very true." Trenet placed her book back into the bookshelf. "Now, the reason I summon you here today."

"Yes? Master Dorian said you wanted to speak to me about something important."

Catherine crossed over her arms over her chest. "I thought we didn't bring in personal affairs into the Brotherhood business."

Sophie gave a smug laugh. "We normally don't, but I believed it will be beneficial to you." Trenet handed a letter to her. "A dear friend of mine has had her fortune stolen by a dreadful man. Her second Husband."

Catherine unfolded the letter to skim it. "Everything she owns was signed over to him after she wed him." The words almost rotten her teeth with rage.

Trenet took the letter back from the young women. "Oui, it's shame that soon as we sign our name to marriage, we sign everything to our new partners. Society pressures us to be wives and mother. "

Catherine could feel something suspicious "May I ask what happen to her first husband?"

"He was a good man who was murder by men who bore the cross."

"Templars..." Catherine's voice darkened

"Yes. I suspect it was arranged by her second husband. "Trenet sighed as she tucked the letter away from Catherine's sight."I suspect so too."

Catherine nodded. "How shall I arrange to meet her?"

"No need Catherine, it's too risky to meet her in public, and in private. Her name is Genevieve Pronovost, if you help her, I am sure she can help you in return."

Catherine raised an eyebrow, "How can she help me?"

"She is one of Maria Antoinette's ladies of the court."

"Dauphin of France? The future Queen of France?" Catherine's mouth gaped at the shock.

Trenet walked over the younger woman, placing a hand onto her shoulder. "Do you now understand how crucial this will be for you?"

Catherine nodded, "aye, I do, but I have to ask why choose me for this? I know my goal hasn't shown much favoritism towards the brotherhood council."

"I already explain it to you." A flash of irritation crossed the older woman's face.

Catherine expressed curiosity. "I know, but why help me?"

"Take a look around, how many women do you see working within the confines of our order?"

Catherine took a moment to think about how many women she passed in the halls. There weren't many women she hadn't seen walk about the crypt halls. Sophie Trenet was the only woman of power within the confidences of the French Brotherhood. From the history lessons that she endured about the Brotherhood. It was started by a woman in Ancient Egyptian, her name was erased from history. Amunet, the hidden one.

"Not many."

"More good women are lost to marriage then famine and war. Our rights are stripped from us soon as the band is placed on our left hand. You, my dear, are perfect for this mission. You understand the plight of our fundamental rights being stripped from us."

Catherine bit the inside of her lip nodding, "I understand that."

"We are looked down as physically weaker. That we don't have the intellectual capacity to comprehend political issues. You and Genevieve are much more than that. She should have much right to gain access to her finances and property. That is why I want you to do this, not just because it will help you, but it will help push us to give us our rights."

"By killing her husband,"

"It's not much, but it will do for now." Trenet crossed her arms over his chest.

Catherine nodded, "where will I find him?"

"He is located in the city of Versailles, he owns a private villa that his wife isn't even aware of it."

Catherine thought about a quick plan for a moment. "I will have to investigate them. It shouldn't be hard to find his property. I will company Dorian back to Versailles until I find it."

"Very good."

The day after her meeting, Catherine was on the half-day journey to Versailles. She wore a light purple habit for a more casual dress then her assassin garbs.

Catherine ignored the rocking of the carriage as it swung her side to side as she made notes into her journal. Dorian sat across from her studying the young woman's face.

"Do you ever put that journal down?"

Catherine chuckled, "I am just drawing what I see."

"A special talent. You can take anything in a blink of an eye and remember it in down to the finest detail."

The assassin glanced at her mentor, her eyes smiling. "My mother use to say something along those lines. " Catherine went back to her sketches. After a brief moment of silence, Catherine spoke up again. "Do you think we will ever locate her?"

"Your mother is a smart woman. We are going to find her eventually. Though it's getting harder to do so."

"Why?"

"Reports of your father is being spotted throughout Europe, but he is looking for the precursor box."

Catherine felt cold thinking about her father. She had done so much wrong by him starting with faking her death. "The Templars cannot know I am alive yet. We have the notion of surprise, and I want to be the one to break that."

Dorian settled in his seat crossing his arms over his chest. "From my understanding, he was last spotted in Portugal. "

Catherine was silent, her voice hinders with doubt. "Is the box safe?"

Charles waved off her worries. "Of course, myself and the council are only aware of the location, but we do have a contingency plan to move it if your father comes to close to the box."

Catherine nodded her head. She still couldn't shake the idea about the prospect of seeing her father again. What would he say? What would she say? The assassin pushed the thoughts of her Templar father out of her mind.

"Now enough worries," He spoke awaking her from her inner thoughts. "If I am not mistaken, it will be your birthday soon in a few weeks, correct?"

"Aye, I'll be 19." Catherine smiled, "why?"

"I have an early birthday gift to give you."

A smile spread across Catherine's rosy lips. "You shouldn't have. What is it?"

Dorian smiled down on his foster daughter, "I thought this is something you can appreciate. Just wait until we arrive home."

The rest of the trip was silent until they were in the confines of the city. The city was a lot less busy than the city of Paris. city of Versailles was a lot smaller. The carriage pulled up in front of Charles Dorian's home. The carriage door open for the two, Catherine fixed her skirt as she climbed out of the carriage. Dorian held out his hand for her to take to step down. Her dress had a high enough lift in the front that would allow her to run and climb if she ever needed too.

The front door swung wide open, a seven-year-old boy stood in its threshold. "Father! Catherine!" He cried out in happiness as he ran down the steps of the house.

The maid staff stood in the front door. They had smiles plaster across the face to watch the reunion of the small family.

"Oof," Catherine chuckled when Arno plowed head into her torso in a hug. "Arno, it's good to see you too."

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did." The assassin gave the little boy a tight hug. "But it's only been 3 weeks, you couldn't have missed me that much, could you?"

"I always miss you."

Catherine chuckled and give a kiss on the boys head. "Why don't you give your papa a hug?"

Arno pulled away and ran over to his father who greeted him in the same manner. "Why don't we head inside and you can give Catherine part of her birthday present?"

"It's way too early for it,"

"It arrived last week! Come on."

Arno grabbed a hold of her hand to pull her inside the house, "Come out back to the garden's ill show you."

He looked at one of the maids, "will one of you go into my study and grab the wrapped parcel on my desk."

"Yes, Monsieur Dorian," the older of the maids cursory." Catherine followed the small family inside, the maid reappears with a wrapped box.

Arno grabbed her hand and pulled her to the gardens. The moment she arrived had been fizzy for her surprise. Catherine could only smile at the efforts that the Dorian put in her birthday.

Catherine stepped into the floral garden that hadn't reached its bloom yet. Arno handed her the package that she accepted with a smile.

"Go ahead and open it," Dorian instructed her.

Catherine glanced down onto the package, she shook it to make a guest at what it would be. It was a package that was long as her arm wrapped in brown paper tied with string. It didn't feel too heavy, she didn't have any idea on what the gift was.

With a single pull of the string, the ribbon came undone. She unfolded the paper, sliding it down. She reviled the box that held her gift. Lifting the top to the box, she caught a glance at the most thought full gift. She took the glove out of the box. It was a bigger than her normal size.

It reached her elbow, much like her old falconry glove. She had broken off the extra leather that served as Aries perch on her arm. It still saddens her till the moment to think of her close animal company that was snuffed out.

"Go ahead and put it on, Catherine."

Catherine slipped it on, placing it over the hidden blade. It was a perfect fit, there was a slip under her wrist that would let the secret blade spring from its sheath. The assassin insignia was engraved on the knuckle. The leather was heavy, much heavier than a normal glove.

"What is this?" Catherine asked as she went to look at Dorian. Until she noticed Dorian opened what looked like a small coup. A bird hopped out onto her arm.

"That a girl," he whispered to the bird. He gave her a soft scratch next to her head, she shut her eyes enjoying the soft touch.

Catherine walked towards her mentor. "What is that?"

Dorian glanced up at the younger woman, "I know you were upset about Aries, but I figured after time has passed. You'd want to try your hand again at falconry. So I acquired you an eaglet. She is yours."

Catherine gasped at the sight of the fledgling that climbed onto Dorian's arm. "Charles, this is too much. way too much." Tears stung She walked up to the man to hold out her arm for the bird. "How old is she?" Catherine was handed a treat from Arno to give the eagle. The bird hopped onto the arm of the young woman, peeking the meat out of her hands.

"She's 4 months old, just turn into a fledgling. She is a golden eagle, so she would fit right in the Americas."

Catherine took at the moment to admire the bird. She was no more than juvenile with whiteness still peaked on her brown feathers from when she was an eaglet. The sun shined down on the bird that gave it's golden shimmer. Her yellow beak had a black tip to it. This beautiful animal was the size of Aries when he died. If this was a fledgling size, she wondered how big the eagle would get.

"Thank you, Charles." She smiled at the thoughtful gift. "She is beautiful."

"Your welcome, girl." Charles smiled, "What are your going to name her?"

"I don't know…" Catherine starred in the bird's golden iris like she was staring into her soul. The bird cawed as she tightens her grip in the leather gauntlet. "She is lovely…Orla, I am going to name her Orla." Catherine smiled at her new friend, "you like that?"

The bird chirped in response, "it seems so." Dorian smiled.

The way the regal eagle starred her down as if she was trying to connect to her. "She can be my eyes in the sky." She smiled.

Memories of flight flashed past the young woman's eyes as if Orla and herself were one.

Since her induction to the Brotherhood, her senses became stronger. Like her connection to the world was stronger and brighter then it ever has. Orla unlocked something in her that she never felt before.

"Why don't you spend some time with your new friend, then we can go over plans for your missions." Dorian place a hand on her shoulder giving it a tight squeeze before heading inside.

Arno watched her, "Do you think we can fly like them?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I dunno, it seems possible though." She smiled, "maybe in the future?" Catherine held her arm up for the proud animal to take flight. With one large flap of it's wing, it flew in the air.