So once again, I changed the title of the story. I am going to stick to this! I swear! Also, I wanted to note that I am so happy about how long this chapter is. I was originally going to break it up, but I didn't want anyone to assume anything yet. I promise this isn't going to go the way you expect. It will not tie into Odyssey much, I swear to god! Catherine isn't a Mary Sue either, she has been training for four years, so she has gotten better at fighting.

Enjoy!

Moon

Catherine finished the last of her letters to the Colonies. She dipped her pen in the ink well as she finished a letter to James. He had spread the news that his sister had recently married and moved to upper New York. He was settling in New York with his own shop opening up. With his mother's passing from ammonia. Jame's other sister went under an apprenticeship with a seamstress in the city. He was happy that his sisters were starting new lives and his mother had joined his father in internal peace.

James was happy, but he missed her and their adventures. He had reassured her that he was alright though. Yet a fear had been set in Catherine that James would be caught as a spy by the Templars.

The main headquarters of the Templars laid hidden within the port city. No one knew where, not even Catherine, even though she had stayed within the bounds of the headquarters. The young woman feared for James' safety and always pressured him to be safe. Warned him to never do anything that would cause him harm.

For now, James enjoyed the bearings that his newfound shop brought him.

Catherine yawned, feeling the tiredness in her eyes as her eyelids began to droop when she put her quill down. Orla was already resting with her head nestled between her wings on her preach, near an open window.

Looking at the grandfather clock in her room, it was a couple of ticks before one in the morning.

Pressing her fingers to the tips of her nose, she sighed. She had been in Versailles less than a week and found no sign of her target anywhere. Dorian hadn't even been able to pick up tabs of the man. Monsieur Pronovost was a rat dressed in fine silk that scoured throughout the city. The only lead she had was the fact he sat around taverns

She had to wait until she heard the word of the man making an appearance in the area.

Catherine extinguished any light in the room. The moonlight caste its glow in her darkening chambers.

Catherine skipped her nightly routine of getting ready for bed. She kicked off her shoes and walked over her bed. She shrugged off her outer clothes before slipping into bed. Catherine bore nothing but a white lien chemise that clothed her ivy skin.

Catherine cast a singular glance at herself in the mirror. Her tired brown eyes gazed back at the 19-year-old girl in the mirror. Catherine Cormac had changed in the last few years since the Boston Massacre, not just emotional, but physically. Her once flat body had flourished into a woman for her age. Catherine had blossomed into womanhood, leaving her childlike youth behind. The woman imagined what it was like back home in Boston with some of the other girls she had grown up with. Catherine could only imagine them married with babes on their hips by now.

Catherine reached up to pulled her to the side to examine her face much more closely. With her fingertip, she traced a very defined scar from under her left eyelid that curved over her cheek to her ear. Her nose was slightly crooked from the solid punch that she was given by Charles Lee. The scar was half a finger thick, it was barely visible to the naked eye.

Catherine Cormac wasn't afraid of Charles Lee, or the men he hired. Catherine knew she could have been a victim of a heinous crime, but she escaped it. Knowing her mother was alive brought her new found determination. The one regret that Catherine held was Azura, her death was an accident. She would carry that guilt to the grave.

Laying her head on the feather pillow, she closed her eyes trying to brush the memories of the past out of her mind. Her dreams were at peace, they had been at peace since the truth of her mother came to light.

Rose knew better than to wander in the woods alone, her father and mother took rest near the roadside. Her older brother, Liam, helped his father with repairs on the wagon. The wheel had popped off, they were leaving New York for a fresh start in Boston. She didn't understand why but her father told her to mind her manners when she asked. Her mother explained it was a chance at a fresh start.

The young girl was sad about leaving her home, especially leaving her close friend, Shay behind. Liam, Shay, and herself made quite a small group through the years since the day she meet him on the streets of New York. Rose never got to say goodbye though when they left, Shay had been out on the sea with his father. She left a sealed envelope with a handwritten letter. Liam was able to produce the letter for her on the account she didn't know how to write.

Wondering alone in the woods, Rose scrunched her face in frustration. She lost her way back to the road where her family was camp. Her mother had warned her not to wander too far from the camp, but she didn't listen.

Rose picked up the ends of her skirt to walk through the woodland. The young redhead girl froze when she heard a twig snap. Swallowing hard, she imagines that her family was going to find the remains of her body from wolves.

"Papa?" Rose whispered as she leaned over to pick up a big stick to hit her attacker. She planted her feet firmly into the ground ready to strike at the oncoming animal.

Out of the bushes came a young girl around Rose's age. Expect she was different, she wore clothing that was made out of fur. Her hair was placed in twin braids that were adorned with a feather and beads.

Rose dropped the thick branch, showing she meant no harm.

"What are you doing on our land?" the native girl asked.

Rose opened her mouth to speak, "I got lost."

"Of course you did." The girl rolled her eyes at the colonial girl. "You better be careful, there is a hunger bear nearby."

"A bear? I never saw one before."

The native girl smirked, "well, I am going to be the first in my village to hunt it."

"That sounds amazing" Rose smiled, "I'm Rose."

"Kaniehtí:io,"

"Huh? I never heard a name like that before."

"You can call me Ziio."

Rose reached out her hand to shake hers, "Nice to meet you, Ziio."

The native looked unsure but reached out her hand to shake.

A presence awoke Catherine from her realistic dream, she sat up in her bed, reaching for her nightstand. She retrieved a matchbox to light her bedside candle. This wouldn't be the first time she was disturbed in her sleep. The first night during her stay was little Arno who couldn't sleep from roaring thunderstorm. She stayed up with the little boy, rubbing his back as she hummed an old Irish lullaby that her mother would sing to her. When he had fallen asleep, she carried the young boy back to his bedroom where he slept peacefully through the night. His bedroom was only next to hers, so she didn't mind helping the child when his father was away.

Though, a shiver through her spin suspected that this was different. "Arno?" She softly breathed.

The hair that stood on the back of her neck told her otherwise. Catherine noticed that her window was wide open when she had left it shut a few hours prior. Orla was gone, she suspected that the bird went out for the hunt after someone had opened it. The young woman scurried out of her canopy bed going for her hidden blade on her desk. She slipped the gantlet on, locking the buckles in place. She focused on her gift of eagle vision, she was able to lock on footprints from the window that was leaving her room.

Her heart skipped a beat as her first instinct was to go check on Arno. She could care less about her own safety as long as that little boy was safe. Catherine Cormac would protect that little boy like a lioness would protect her cub.

She followed the footprints into the hall, the fresh mud tracks glowed bright red as they led to Arno's room. The hidden knife sprung to life from her gauntlet with a simple flick of her hand. Catherine steadily pushed open the door to the child's bedroom. She first saw Arno's sleeping figure in the bed, but above the young boy made her blood boil. A man sat on the edge of the boy's bed playing with what looked like a knife in hand.

She flung the door open stepping into the room gritting her teeth, ready to throw herself at the shadow man.

The man turned around with a snake like a smirk, he pressed his finger up to his lips to shush the young woman. "We wouldn't want to wake the innocent, though I have to ask why it took you so long to sense my presence." The man had a strong thick accent from a faraway land,

"What are you doing in this house?" She gritted her teeth, "Leave the child alone."

"Oh, don't worry, I am not here for him, but I am here for you girl." He continued to play with his dagger. "But unless you like to see the boy hurt go put clothes on and be back in 5 minutes. We will be leaving shortly, don't think of waking anyone up."

Catherine growled, but only giving a short crud nod. She had no choice but to follow his orders for Arno's safety. She quickly slipped into her room to dress. She did not dally to change into her assassin robes. Catherine thought quickly on where she can hide a weapon in a quick tussle. She made her way back to Arno's bedroom to see the man still playing with the knife.

Catherine made a silent pray that Charles would realize she was missing. Though she did not need saving, she could handle herself in any fight pit against her.

"I see you didn't take your time, not going to do anything with your hair?"

The young woman growled, "Where are we going?" She glowered.

"To meet some friends of mine." He reached over to grab her arm tightly. "Shall we miss. Cormac?"

Catherine ripped away from him. "You're kidnapping me under the distress of a young boy?"

"Oh, I am not kidnapping you, I am not dragging you out of here."

Catherine spat in his face, "I demand to know who you are."

The man did not blink at the hunk of spit that landed on his cheek "Let's just say myself and my associates have been hinting your kind for a very long time, we have an offer for you." He calmly wiped the fluid from his face.

"Templars," Catherine glared

The showed a wolfish grin before giving a cackle as he leads her out of the room. "Oh my dear, more than that. We shouldn't be keeping Pronovost waiting." He made sure she'd be quiet as they crept through the halls.

Catherine's eyes widen at the sound of the name. Pronovost was her target, Martian Pronovost. She relaxed her face to hide the fact she knew of this man. A suspected Templar that was suspected of murdering his wife's previous husband for the young couple's wealth. She knew that it would be easier if she allowed the man to escort her.

"Who are you?"

He beckoned her to follow him through the front door of the house. "Call me Adonis."

Catherine wasn't going to allow herself to fall into another trap like back in the Boston Warehouse. She refused to fall victim to this man.

"Well then, Adonis, lead the way to your master. I want to know who comes into my home and threatens my mentor's son."

"Not a threat, just something to get you to leave your room." The man threw her out in front of him for her to walk by herself. Her curly red locks fell in front of her face with the force he pushed.

She combed the curls out of her face as she walked forward into the darkened streets. Even in the late of the nights of Paris, there was still life in its streets late in the night. She can remember harlots, thieves, and hermits prowled the streets at night looking to fill their pockets. Catherine never paid any mind to them as she ran above them in the shrouded night. Now that she stepped through the streets of Versilia, she could see there was hardly a soul in sight. They would pass an occasional patrol of guards that patrol the streets to keep curfew in check.

The strange man guided the young woman through the streets with no worry of being caught.

After an hour walking, they arrive at a private home that was right on the skirts of the city with nasty brutes hired to stand watch. They allowed the pair to pass without question. "I wouldn't try anything funny girl, we outnumber you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"A girl who is supposed to be dead, who could barely stand on her own."

"I escaped, didn't I?" Catherine huffed.

The man chuckles, "Luck."

"Well, I don't need luck by the way." Catherine didn't pay attention to the decor, or the expensive arrangements. She kept an eye peeled for an escape route. The man leads her to a back room of the small, but lavish home.

The man opened the door for her where a well-dressed man sat talking to another man over a glass of dark wine. "Ah here is our guest of honor."

"Oh, so I am a guest." Catherine mocked with a bow. "I didn't realize that."

The well-dressed man, who was standing with a drink greeted her. "We are not forcing you to stay girl, sit have a drink." He reached for a bottle of wine, pouring another glass. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Martian Pronovost."

"I am assuming you know who I am." She cocked her eyebrow, refusing the drink.

Catherine caught the glance of the Templar ring around his finger that was extended to her with the glass in hand. She eyed the second, she scoured his appearance to see any signs of his affiliation. She saw nothing, but a pin that stuck to his outer coat. It was two vipers that were intertwining.

"Take a seat, Miss. Cormac." The second man spoke, "We have a position to offer you that could be most generous and that could help you find your mother."

"Why would I accept the help from Templars? You people were the start of the reason why I am here." She refused to take a seat, hiding her true intention.

"What did Adonis tell you exactly about why you came here?"

Catherine narrowed her eyes at him. "He threaten a young boy, I had no choice in coming."

Martian Pronovost made a ticking noise. "I thought I said a clean invite."

"Well, she is here, isn't she?" Adonis spoke, "I did my task."

The second mysterious man held up his hand. Catherine guessed that Adonis was on the lower end of the chain of command here. "Yes, you did. Now, go take a seat and wait for further instructions."

It clicked in her head what the accents were from the men that that were speaking. It was Greek, she had only ever heard Greek accents once before in her life on the harbor back in Boston.

"Miss. Cormac, my name is Marco Ange. I am trying to recruit Mister. Pronovost here on a quest."

Catherine made a sound of disgust as she heard him spoke. "A quest? Are we trying to find Camelot?"

Marco chuckled as he stood up with the help of his cane. "Not quite my dear... I do enjoy the imagination of the young though."

Marco had olive colored skin that was covered in wrinkles that spoke his age. He was near the end of his life span, but Catherine couldn't be sure of his true age. "Will you listen to an old man's request?"

Catherine stayed where she stood, knowing this could be a trap. "What is it? You spoke about my mother."

"Ah, yes, Rose. I had the pleasure of meeting her about a few months ago, but only in passing. Let me tell you, you are her sunrise, Miss. Cormac, she raved how proud she was of her daughter."

The young woman didn't allow her face to falter as she listens to the old man talk about her mother. She only stood there and listen to him. "I don't believe a word you say."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you do, or not. I have an offer for you in the store."

"What kind?" Catherine asked she fidgeted with her hidden blade. She was ready to pounce on the first man.

The walked over to the young woman, gently patting her back, walking her over to a desk that shown a map of the known world. "You known my dear, we have been after people like you for a very long time."

Catherine inched closer to the man. "Assassins?"

Martin laughed. "Not quite, but someone of your abilities. Instead of hunting you people down like animals, we want you to join us."

Catherine wasn't sure what the old man was talking about. "You mean Eagle Vision? It's a rare gift, but not that rare. My father has it, my friend Connor, a few in the brotherhood has it."

"No, no, more than that. Have you ever felt a connection with animals, especially winged ones, or have you witnessed visions from the past or the future?"

Catherine swallowed hard, the visions she experienced for the last few years. The Assassin thought that they were permanent effects of coming in contact with the precursor box.

Marco rose his glass to her, "I see the look on your face tells me everything."

She fixed her expression. "You don't know that." Catherine pointed accusingly.

How the hell would he know that about her? Catherine's brain raced at how he could know about this. The visions came to her in her dreams...The special connection with animals? She couldn't explain it, but it felt like she could understand an animals nature by it looking at her.

She already knew Orla's behavior. In fact, under the moonlight, she had seen the shadows of Orla's wings. "How do you know about this?"

A smile spread on his lips. "Tell me, child, have you ever heard about the Cult of Kosmos?" Marco asked.

Catherine shook her head, never had she heard of this cult before.

Martian spoke with a grin, "I was with you on that Miss. Cormac, you see this cult is thousands, upon thousands of years old. We can be traced all the way back to the Ancient Greek world. In fact, the Templars are a branch of us. We are made up of Assassins and Templars from all over the globe. We are small though."

"If the Templars branch from you, then you are the same." Catherine gritted her teeth, "If you think I will swear an oath to you lot, your insane."

"Not even if it means seeing your mother again?" Martian asked, "We can even provide the money that will help buy your lovers land."

Catherine's eyes flashed to the man with a peek of interest. She fought to hide the flush of her cheeks when he called Connor her lover. "We aren't courting, we are just good friends."

Adonis laughed from his seat as he drank a bottle of wine. "Those letters to your friend say otherwise. It would make a wench blush."

"They do not have a risque topic in them!" Catherine snapped at the man.

"Oh don't they?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Catherine was ready to pounce on the Greek man to kill him. She was ready for her moment. She would have to take care of this lot, they were too dangerous to keep alive. Martian would be the first to go. He was her true target.

"The reason why we brought you here, Catherine. Is because we want you to join us. We will give you what you want, but you have to do something first," Marco spoke with eagerness,

Catherine stared down at him, "What?"

"I need you to kill my wife," Martian spoke up. "She is going to be at the Palace tomorrow in the royal gardens which would be an easy attack target."

Catherine glared at him, "No way in hell, she is innocent."

"That may be so, but she is in the way." He shrugged, "She gave me what I wanted, so now I have no use for her." Martian's dark eyes meet hers. "Though, I'd be more than willing to let you take her place. I mean as my wife, can you imagine how much we can do together as a couple?" He laughed, "Also your not back looking girl." He walked up to her to touch her face. "Even if it's dinged up a bit."

The assassin was stuck in between the two men. Her hidden blade on warm, a dagger stuffed up the other. If she could get rid of the third, she could take out the two most powerful men in the room.

"I would never," Catherine growled.

Martian looked at the other Greek man, "Adonis, you can go ahead and take care of it. You should go get set up in position."

"That's shame, I was looking for a lovely woman on my arm." He fixed his coat collar before making his way out of the room.

Martian was still staring her down. "I figure that killing wouldn't be suited too you, but there are other ways you can be useful to us. I mean it would be fitting especially after you killed one of us already."

Catherine could only count on a hand of high point targets that she killed. "Who?"

"Azura, she was our eyes in the Colonies. She said you had much promise in her letters, its a shame though."

The young woman stiffen remembering the Persian woman who died on accident. "That was an accident."

"Not likely, I would never join a bunch of Templars," Catherine growled.

Marco cleared his throat, "We are not Templars. We are better than them. Instead of trying to rule mankind, we are trying to end it."

That took Catherine by surprise when she heard him speak those words. "What?"

"The world has been here for longer than any of us imagine. As the circle of life shows us, all things must end girl. Our goal is to see to that." Marco took a sip of his wine. "We may have once seen to guide mankind, but we now see what it is. Disgusting creatures who do nothing, but enslave, kill and rape."

Catherine couldn't believe what she was hearing from this old man. She glanced at Martian who didn't seem to be phased at this ideology. "How many of you are left?" She breathed.

"Not many, but we are slowly growing. I know this something you have to believe. You witnessed first hand of the British firing upon your home, you were left to die in a burning warehouse. "

Catherine's eyes were on fire, "No, that was a few men, not the whole of mankind. " She unleashed her blades and slammed both into the men.

Her hidden blade collided into the older man's throat. He crumbled to his knees with blood oozing out of his neck. "D-do you think I fear death girl?" He croaked as he gripped his neck.

Martian was nicked in the shoulder, but he stumbled back reaching for his pistol. Catherine didn't pay attention to the dying's man words as she pounced on the man that was still standing. They struggled with his weapon, he accidentally fired into the ceiling that would of alert the men downstairs.

Catherine raised her knee to the man's chest, knocking the breath out of him. She interested her hidden blade into his chest like a lioness with sharp claws. Her clothes were soaked with blood from the two men. Martian's breaths were shallow and short. "I should have seen that coming."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have tried killing your wife, or threaten a little boy's life."

"Your just a villainous little girl, aren't you?" Martian swallowed hard. "Do you think you will get far in life without a man like myself, or a group backing you?"

"I could care less."

"You won't get what you want, sweetheart. Look at the time...I was able to claim my wife's fortune for myself without a word of approval. What are you going to do against the Colonial Templars?"

Catherine laughed. "I will take care of them like I took care of you." she reached into her pocket and pulled out two coins. "Here, coins for the ferryman. That's at least I can do. I will make sure your hired lackey will be next."

Heavy footsteps could be heard right outside the door with the voicing of concern from the hired mercenaries. Catherine dashed towards the window, jumping out, making her escape quickly under the rising sun. In the back of Catherine's mind, she prayed that would be the last she heard of this group.