This is a little bit rush due to me moving states, I have been so busy the last two weeks. Please enjoy. I also want to remind you guys I have tumblr account now :) It is Master Assassin Moon.

-Moon

Shay Cormac touched the door frame of his wife's home. The light that once reflected this happy home once was gone. An empty feeling lingered in the air as Shay step deeper into the threshold of the apartment. His fingers drew shapes, mindless on the wall as he studied the old the etch into the door frame. It was kept to track of Catherine's growth spurts through the years on her birthday. The last mark looked to be when she was 12, she must have stopped the tradition afterward thinking it was silly to track her height through the years. He had missed so much.

A few hours ago Haytham and Shay had parted ways. Haytham returned to his estate in Virginia. The meeting was brief, but after sharing a drink. The grandmaster had confided in him that the native boy would be put down if he interfered with templar plans. The words that left Haytham's lips had shocked the other Templar. He was talking about eliminating his own son, his own blood. Haytham gave a word of warning about Catherine.

If this is out of hand. I ask of you to take care of her in anyway necessary

The words struck Shay hard as he thought of the idea that his daughter might be an assassin novice. His blood would be his enemy.

Shay glanced to the armchair where he would hold Catherine close to his chest. She use to sit on his lap as a small child. The little girl that sat in his lap and waited for his return was no longer there. She had grown into a woman with her own thoughts and opinions. Everyone viewed her as a child, but when he read her letters; Shay had seen she had grown from a child into a young woman.

If he could just talk to her set her mind right, tell her that he would never leave her again. Everything could be okay.

Shay froze when he heard footsteps down in the tavern below him. For a hopeful moment, he thought it was Catherine, but knew it was too heavy to be hers. The Templar made his way downstairs to only stop at the base of the stairs to see it wasn't Catherine.

"Catherine?" A young man with brown hair and a scruffy face, He looked to be in his 18th year. "Oh, I'm sorry, the tavern is closed." The lad exclaimed

"Aye, I know, my wife ran this place for over a decade." Shay traced his fingers down the stairwell rail. "Who are you, boy?"

The young man blinked in surprise as he stammered over his words. "M-master Cormac? Uh, I-I'm James Quinn."

James Quinn? He recognized the little boy that would hang around Catherine when he came for a visit. Haytham had mentioned a boy that had been fiercely loyal to Catherine. That would explain why he was arrested for his daughter. Shay couldn't pinpoint it, but he had seen the boy from somewhere else.

Childhood relations with his daughter wasn't the only where he recognized him from. The name Quinn was eerily familiar to Shay. He would have to do some digging.

"Is Catherine here? I came by to check on her after she hadn't reopened."

"I cam here to find her, but she isn't home."

James huffed in pure annoyance but had a saddened look on his face. "She's been performing vanishing act as of late."

"Do you have any idea where she went?"

"Probably with a native boy on the frontier."

Shay saw grim annoyance on the man's face, he was referring to Haytham's illegitimate child. Maybe she isn't aligning herself with Achilles, maybe she is out in hiding with the help of the boy in his village.

"I have a concern for her safety…is she okay?"

Shay nodded, "Aye, she will be fine. Catherine just needs time." He watched the boy retract his footsteps to leave. "James, wait, can I ask for a favor of you?"

"Anything,"

"If you hear from her let me know,"

James nodded to leave the old sea captain, he was more stunned to see the man after all these years. He hadn't been around since Catherine was a child, but he could see the sadness heavy in the old man's eyes.

"I will sir…"

"Good lad, you should head on home."

James nodded but glanced at the old man one last time, "I am sorry for your loss sir. I-I was there with Catherine when she passed. Rose was like a second mother to me and my sisters when my mother was ill. She would take care of us while running the tavern."

Shay smiled at the lives that Rose had touched. She was the one beacon of light in Boston. Rose was the type of woman who would take the clothes off her back if it meant that someone wouldn't have to freeze on a cold winter night. She would feed someone who didn't have the money to pay.

That was his Rose, his bonnie lass.

"Thank you for telling me that Catherine wasn't alone that day."

"She wasn't until the British broke into Dr. Whites office. We were ambushed, but Catherine fled through a downstairs window. I was arrested and she just vanished with the native."

The man saw the jealousy behind the young man's eyes as he spoke about the boy. "May I ask what you against the native boy?"

James jaw clenched, "I lost my father towards the end of the seven-year war to the natives."

Shay's eyes peeked at the bit of information. Quinn's differently struck a name to him "Was your father name Richard James Quinn?"

"Yes, he was a soldier, did you know him?"

Shay shook his head no, "I have heard of him."

"Oh….I need to get back to work."

"Of course,"

Shay watched the boy leave the premises as he remembered Richard Quinn. Shay knew that James father wasn't just a soldier, but he was a novice Assassin that was recruited during his time in the brotherhood. The man died by Shay's sword. Past mistakes were starting to hunt Shay.

Catherine awoke with sweat dripping down the side of her face. It was the same dream again, the massacre. It was always the same.

She would stand amongst the crowds, racing through them trying to shout for her mother who called for her daughter. A gun ranged out through the air and she watches her mother fall down dead. There she would see Lee on the rooftops before him aiming another pistol at her ready to kill her.

Catherine would always wake up in tears and spent the next moments in bed letting breathless sobs escape. She was shaken up,and still felt the effect of it. She didn't show it on the outside though, she was too wrapped up in her training. Achilles had taken her on as a student along with Connor as soon as they return.

Everything was explained in a matter of hours about the precursor box and manuscript.

Achilles had a concerning face when he saw Connor and Catherine walk into the manor. Charles stride in right behind them with a firm look on his face. "Don't worry, they are unharmed."

"I was never once concern. They are grown, I just wonder if that Catherine might have gotten in over her head."

"Well, somehow I did since the Templars planned a kidnapping."

Achilles had a grimed look on his face. "Catherine, somehow, they know your involved which means they must know that another assassin is in the colonies."

"I am safe but keeping a low profile." Dorian crossed his arms as he spoke. "Sorry I have not been in contact. I had to bring my son, so I need to quiet for his sake."

"Why are you here?" Catherine asked the master Assassin.

"Rose Cormac had been in touch with the different brotherhoods. Everyone was aware that she was the keeper of the precursor box. The Parisian brotherhood sent me to find it to smuggle it back to Europe until we can find a permanent home for it."

Catherine glanced at Dorian as she sat in a chair, "What about the manuscript?"

"We leave it, without the box, they can't read that blasted book,"

"But we can't just leave it to them."

Achilles held his gaze at the girl, "Forget it, girl,"

"Achilles-"

"I said no. Child, so many good men, and women died trying to fight over that book. Don't be one of them."

Catherine could see the painful expression on his face. The old man was haunted by his past. Everything was in the past though, it was time for the younger generation to take the reins. Connor and Catherine were the only standing fight left in the colonies and it was time to get a step up on the Templars.

"I am aware of that, but it's time to fight back. Let's just look into the location into the manuscript, if it's still here in the colonies. I will work personally with Dorian to find it, I won't be left unsupervised with the task. It will also reveal information about the Templars to help with Connor's work."

Achilles huffed as he slammed his cane down, "If you truly want to head down this path, so be it. I will only be able to give you the tools and knowledge. You are a stubborn girl, and the last time I ignored a Cormac, the whole colonial brotherhood went down like a sunken ship."

Dorian glanced at the Irish girl, "Well then, you spoke a good game girl, I can see what I can find. I know influential people that still have small ties to the brotherhood, I can see what they know. For now, I will return to Boston and keep my ears open."

Months had passed since that day. Achilles kept his word to help Catherine with her training. The red hair lass slowly built her skills as a fighter, but her one downfall was gunfire. Whenever she heard the gunfire, she froze in her spot. Achilles had watched the teenage girl struggled with the weapon but suggested to try a different weapon. Catherine knew she needed to work on herself especially if she was going to fight. There was no way she could defend herself by freezing on the battlefield.

She wrote to James about her day to day life on the homestead property. He replied in a friendly tone, but he was on edge for her leaving so suddenly again. James forgoes the information of her father was in Boston once more and was on the search for her. Catherine was hesitant in telling James where she was hiding. The good news is that the Templars did not come knocking on James door on the search for her. The girl was relieved that word had been received that her father had returned to Boston, he had been lingering around the tavern since the day after she left. What damn luck. He was looking for her, but Catherine wasn't sure if she had the stomach for it. She took everything day to day which slowly turned from weeks to months. Spring and summer passed as quick as it came. Before the girl knew it, six months had passed since her mother's death.

Connor helped her with the practice with late-night sessions. Her sword hand grew stronger every night with the constant reminder of a throbbing arm. Her muscles still ached from last night training. It took a moment for her to climb out of bed to get dressed changing into baggy men's clothes for her to do the tasks that needed to be done around the homestead.

Aries was just awake rustling his feathers as he watched her from his perch as he begs for her to open her window. He made a squeaking noise to alert her.

"A'right boy, I'll let you out." She pushed back the current to allow the morning beams to shine through the glass. With a gentle push, she opened the window for the bird to take off to hunt for himself. "Don't be gone long."

She watched the bird soar off towards the tree where he would find the best game.

The air exhaled it's summer season to inhale the crisp fall air. Catherine always loved this time of year, watching the seasons change from summer to fall. The leaves coloration were always so beautiful in Boston when it became late fall. The light breeze of late August made Catherine's curly hair bounce from her bedroom window. Sticking her head out the window, she could see the harbor where the Aquila stood in her former glory. Today was the day that they run her sea legs as Robert Faulkner requested. Excitement pumped her veins as she strutted out the room with a grin. Connor was just waking up himself, he was obviously tired from last night's training session.

"Good Morin, Connor,"

He rubbed his eyes as his stomach seemed to rumble. "Good morning." He yawned.

"Come on, I'll make breakfast this morning as I promise. I hope porridge sounds okay." She smiled, "Maybe fresh apple as well."

Connor made a face in disgust at the taste of porridge, he obviously didn't like it. Connor quoted it as "A bowl of mush."

"Connor, we have a long day today, we promised to meet Faulkner down by the harbor."

Catherine practical skipped down to the harbor, running ahead of Connor filled with excitement after a quick breakfast. Achilles was still asleep when the two teenagers left. Catherine was embarrassed that she left the kitchen in a bit of a mess, but she was going to take care of it when she came back. Connor had never seen Catherine this energetic before. It was out of character, but it was nice to see her smiling.

The two teens made a quick walk down to the bay where Faulkner was making a last-minute inspection of the ship.

"Permission to come aboard?" the girl shouted to him.

"Aye, Cormac, you too lad!" Robert Faulkner shouted back down with a smile.

Connor went to follow Catherine onto the ship as she eagerly climbed aboard. "Not yer left boy! It's rotten luck!"

"It's true, "Catherine called out over her shoulder, "But even a woman such as myself will be bad luck to be aboard?" She gave a questioning look to the old sailor, but he gave her cheeky grin,

"Not if I can teach you to sail lass if you're able I don't see why not." He patted the teenage girl shoulder."

Connor study every inch of the ship as he walked across the deck in awe, he touched the railing to feel the wood and tugged on a rope. "She seems…able."

"Aye, she is solid, Weatherly, and sleek. She'll fetch twelve knots in a stiff gale. Not a ship from here to Singapore that can outrun her on her best day." He bragged as he walked about the ship before turning back to the two teenagers, "What do you say we take her out? Show you what she can do first hand."

Catherine nodded, "Aye, let's do it, shall we?"

Connor grabbed Catherine arm before she would up to the helm. "Where would we go?"

"It so happens she still needs guns, and the officers to command them…we will launch straight away!"

Catherine smiled, "Don't worry Connor, you will get your sea legs."

Faulkner chuckled, "She is right," He cleared his throat, "We are shipping out boys!"

"Haul in the mainsails! Get up the rigging! Let's get her out where she needs to be!" Robert walked up the steps to the bow where he took the wheel.

The right timing seems occurred when Aries cry gave wind as he took a perch on the railing. He startled one of the sailors that hussle across the deck to make way. Cathrine leaned onto the bow next to the shrouds as the wind picked sea air filled her hair as they picked up speed.

Connor walked up to stand beside her to watch as the land passed when they went out to the sea. "Should of we said goodbye to Achilles?"

"I am sure he will understand." Catherine smiled as she breathed in the breeze

Connor watched the girl come to excitement as they launched away into the Atlantic Ocean. It was like seeing her in her natural element. He stared as happiness and excitement slowly filled her brown eyes, he couldn't help but stare until she caught him. A red crimson blush spread across his cheeks when she caught him. He cleared his face of any sign of embarrassment,

"Everything alright, Connor?" She asked

He shook his head, "I am indeed."

"Good, I was worried, you'd be getting seasick."

Connor smiled, "You think I can't handle the sea?"

"We shall see about that," She patted his shoulder.

A few days passed before the Aquila made a stop outside of the Vineyard. Catherine watched Robert Faulkner command the Aquila with a firm command. "So, Cormac, ever sailed before?"

Catherine thought about it for a moment, "Once…when I was a child, I snuck aboard my father's ship. Boy…did that set everyone in a tizzy."

Connor raised an eyebrow, "You never told me that story…"

Catherine smiled, "My father wasn't exactly thrilled to drag a child to a secret Templar meeting. At the time…I didn't know what it was, but I meet Johnson, Lee, and your father. After the meeting, I was escorted back to Boston by Johnson."

Connor looked a little shock, "I am surprised they never tried to make you join them."

Catherine shrugged, "I think my father didn't want me to be a part of it until I was old enough."

" So, You threw your lot with the assassins?" Faulkner walked up to the two teenagers after overhearing them.

Catherine snorted, "Aye, I did, I guess I'm, not my father's daughter."

Faulkner cleared his throat, "I beg to differ, I am going to make a sailor out of you both,"

He was true to his word in the coming days.