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ATTENTION: For anyone who reads fanfiction without leaving feedback 

Here’s a few things you should know:

Fanfiction is a gift

Fic writers don’t have to share their works with you. They don’t have to write them at all. They do it and they share it because they’re fans of the show/book/movie etc. just like you, and they want to contribute to everyone’s enjoyment of fandom.

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Fic writers give away thousands and thousands of words of pure fandom magic, and you get to consume all of it for the wonderful price of nothing. The only reward writers receive for themselves (besides a sense of accomplishment) is the response they get from you, the reader. Some don’t even feel that accomplishment until they see kudos and comments telling them how much their work was enjoyed. 


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Chapter 9

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Katie would often visit Daniel’s grave more time even Barry or Cassidy did over the years. She starred down on the standing gravestone. Her eyes were beginning to sting with tears, even though it had been five years now since his death; yet the tears were always held at bay like a water dame. The gravestone was made with a fine stone that Katie couldn’t identify.  The face of it had a script that seemed too little to give the testimony of a family member she loved:

Here lies 

Daniel Louis Finnegan

son, cousin, and comrade


February 15th, 1731

In the hands of our Lord:

 November 21st, 1751

Underneath the final sentence line was a Celtic cross with knots carved out around the grave, a gift from the Coronal after the funeral. But the greatest blessing for the family not adding the blessing of the Templars to it, or so Katie secretly hoped and prayed. She placed the evergreen wreath at the foot of the stone, removing the remains of the last bouquet and placing them into her basket.

Oh Daniel. You’ve been gone too soon. Why couldn’t things be they way they were?

 the last conversation they both had before he and Lawrence Washington went Haiti. 

A conversation that Katie would forever regret.    


September 31st, 1751

It was just hours before dawn, and Katie was quietly walking up the stairs to return to her bedroom. She had been tired and sore from the long journey from Davenport homestead, there were fresh bruises from training on her face and arms. She had already chewed enough willow bark to not feel the throbs on her chin, still everything was hurting, and mother nature’s gift wasn’t helping neither. The sun wasn't even up, and Katie didn't want her aunt to see the fresh bruise on her thinking the worst of what she would think. In the morning, she would use a powder to cover the blue and red bruises that contrasted her face. Katie quietly placed the sack at the foot of them bed, and started to strip away her boots.

“And where have you been?” A silk Irish voice said. Katie turned to see Daniel holding a rough sack in his hand, his face barely recovering from the impact the cold water provided by his base. He was wearing his traveling clothes, holding his templar robe in one hand, his curly brown hair barely tied back as if interrupted at the half way point. 

His eyes examined the bruises upon her, though Katie was startled secretly to see him dangerously calm. Normally he would go out and find an individual responsible if something had happened to his family, which happened repeatedly in the course of the three years. 

“Where did you get those bruises Katie?” This was a question that Daniel would often ask the  fourteen year old. 

Katie’s mind was swimming with panic; yet she knew that she had to look normal “I…I just tripped over my skirt at the docks in Boston and landed among the supplies at the…”

“Stop.” Daniel said coldly. “Just stop Katie. I know that a few tea crates don’t make circular bruises upon your face. In fact you have been more sketchy when it comes to where your “voyages” take you.”

Katie’s cheeks went hot. “Well your the one to talk. Always coming in and out without any explanation. You never even tell your parents what kind of work you do.”

Daniel crossed his arm with a hard stare.“Said the girl who’s in herbology, a field that includes bruises and shiners over ya eye.” His voice was dangerously low. Low enough to hint that he didn’t want to wake his parents. 

“Look I can take care of myself Daniel.” Katie urged her cousin. “I don’t need your protection from everything.” Katie marched passed 

“Ya, and who will protect you from me?” Daniel asked force tone.

Katie froze in her tracks. She didn’t dare turn around to look at him. “I don’t know what your about?” She asked. “Why would you hurt me? Your cousin.”

Daniel closed his eyes, a deep breath escaped from his lips. “To be honest Katie, I would of asked the same thing if not for the hidden blade under your mattress.” He pulled out the old hidden blades from the folds of his robes. Katie’s knees felt as if they were going to give out from underneath.  It was then that Katie turned around to see Daniel holding one of the hidden blades that she was to deliver to Achilles from Pierce. A sign of a fallen assassin.

Katie quickly walked up to him. “You have no idea what you mean?” 

“Don’t lie anymore Kathryn!”  Daniel yelled, but he quickly silenced himself in fear of waking his folks. Hh reduced his voice into a husky whisper. “Not now. Not here!”

Katie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly asked her cousin, “How did you know?”

“Other then the blade, I had a general idea that would land yourself among them.” Daniel said, he saw a flicker of surprise from Katie’s eyes. “I saw you among the Vixen a few days ago, she was giving you information, or were you just telling tales about my work with the Order.”

The vixen was the street name given to Hope, know to sly her way into any dangerous matters of a coop without detection.

Katie took a breath and closed her eyes. “What are you going to do now cousin? Kill me?” 

Daniel quietly pounded the door’s rim, causing Katie to open her eyes to see her cousin resting his brow upon his hand. “As a Templar, I would. But hell Katie, why the assassins? What is it you see among them?”

Katie knew her answer right away. “To give the nation an opportunity to be relived of control. Isn’t it the idea of each of our parents immigrating here?”

“Freedom yes, but not in barbaric ways Katie. I will have to express it to you in another way. As for your question, I will not kill you. Not now, not today. But I pray not. One of us would have to be killed before we face the truth.” Daniel placed his robe around him and turned to head out.

“What happened to you Daniel?” Katie asked, her eyes filled with tears of anger.

Daniel never turned to look at her, but his response was merely, “Reality cousin. Reality. We all need to grow up sometime out of this never-land of fantasies. Goodbye Katie” He then shut the door before Katie could respond. But she never went after him, or any action of that matter. She just stood where she was at, as if she was made of stone.

Katie spent the month and a half glancing over her shoulders. She wasn’t sure if Daniel would send word to the Templars about her actions and their relations. Katie was more then grateful to have been assigned to go to Davenport for training with the masters. All her frustrations and anger of the templars were expressed through every punch and workout that she would train for. There was even a moment when she’d broke the nose of an older assassin, Liam was astounded yet concerned for his pupil. Yet Katie never expressed her thoughts and feelings to Liam or anyone of that matter. For she didn’t want Achille’s to be bothered by an amateur’s mistake of being discovered by a family member, let alone a Templar.  Then in late November of ’51, everything in Katie’s world came crashing down. When she returned to New York, Pierce was waiting for her at the docks when he handed Katie a note that simply read: Return home. Your family needs you.

Inclosed was a white feather, the edges were dyed red, yet the feather was dented in half.

Katie’s hand went to her mouth in shock. Without saying a word, the young woman ran across the streets of New York to reach to her home. She returned home to find the colonial consulting with a grieving Cassidy and Barry Finnegan, for they were just informed that their son had been killed in action. Katie didn’t know what to say, nor what to do. All she could do was collapse to the floor and cried. Her cousin, Daniel, was gone forever. And their last encounter had haunted her to this day, the words that Daniel said were branded into her mind forever:

“One of us would have to be killed before we face the truth.”

Pierce must of sent the news swiftly to Achilles, for she was surprised to see Liam attending the funeral days later. But then again, he was probably sent to spy upon Monro and other members of the colonial riche.  She never forgot the snow that fell upon the closed coffin as the funeral went on. She barely remembered the service, nor she remembered the funeral feast following. The only thing she recalled was Liam and her scouting for documents in Daniel’s room.  She was assigned to bring all the hidden documents that Daniel managed to hide from his parents in regards of the Templars; of course, it wasn’t a secret place to her. For Katie knew where all his hidden treasures, trinkets, and journals would be hidden underneath a loose floorboard underneath the bed. It seemed disrespectful to her, for intruding into Daniel’s room after his death. Still, the mentor knew that since she was close and related to him, it’s only right to look without any eyes raised.

It turned out that Daniel had many meetings with Benjamin Franklin, a man of knowledge and curiosity, to disgusts about the possibilities of new weapons, gases, and smoke bombs. There had also been many pressures to Mr. Franklin about sending duplicates of the plans he’d created of an experiment that Hope had witnessed. Fortunately, as far as the assassins know the inventions haven’t been presented by the Templar’s eyes to the coronal, or even, to the newly assigned grand master, Master Haytham Kenway before his unexpected voyage back across the sea. Hope once commented that Katie was doing what the creed lead her too; but in her mind, Katie never felt she was doing anything for the creed but bring pain.


Katie reached out and touched the cold tombstone and traced the edged letters as if it connected her to the afterlife for Daniel. Are you happy now Daniel? One of us die before facing the after facts. At least both of us don’t have to carry each others blood on our heads. For our families sake. As she continued to reminisce over her cousin’s grave, the sound of heavy boots walking over the snow caught her attention; but she didn’t had the motivation to get for, for at times corners would come and comfort her. But this individual was not who normally comes over.  


  Shay thought about Liam as he watched the young woman in the snow, how consequences of what happened at Lisbon would of been different if Liam were there with him. To help Shay conquer the massive cancer of guilt and grief from consuming his mind. But sadly, he had no one to comfort him from the overwhelming guilt and grief for the thousands of innocence that died in his hands. And even when Shay was at his wort when comforting Achilles,  Liam did nothing but brushing him off from the testimony. Looking back now, Shay never gave Liam the opportunity if he’d never took the manuscript. It didn’t matter now. For the manuscript is at the bottom of the Atlantic, but at what cost?

But now he can comfort someone else from their loss. For he never wanted someone to be alone in the grief as he did.

 Shay walked through the small cemetery, the last moments of twilight were still visible in the cold evening. Shay was very solemn, yet full of empathy. He stopped at the foot of the grave where Katie was knelling in the snow.

“How are you holding lassie girl?” Shay asked quietly.

 Katie didn’t say anything, nor did she turned around to look at him. She just kept looking at the stone monument as if it were to reveal it’s secrets at any moment. 

Shay sighed, and knelt down beside her. The cold of the freshly fallen snow soaked through his pants, causing a shiver to rise from his knees. He placed a gloved hand on Katie’s shoulder. She then took it and squeezed it without looking up. Shay thought of his words carefully. If I were in this lass’s shoes, what would I want to hear? Then after a short moment, he expressed to the 

“Katie, there is no shame in holding back your tears around me or anyone who knows you. But-you’ve been holding them back for far too long. That I can see. Is this what Daniel would of wanted you to remember him by?”

Katie again didn’t move, yet Shay continued, “Holding back would not make things better lass, believe me I know. Remember when I told you, back at the Morrigan’s nest, how I drank and fought at every tavern after my father was lost at sea? I thought that the whiskey and rush of a fight would grant me peace; but it only made the wound deeper. It wasn’t until…until a childhood friend knocked the block off me arse and helped me through my grief. I would of never moved on without that. You know why lass?” 

Katie squeezed his hand as in saying,”What might that be?”

Shay rubbed her hand with his thumb and breathed hard, “Because I would of been a dead man inside out, if not for him. And next to you, he saved me in different way. Don’t take the same road I did lass, you’ve been on it too long, just let him go lassie. Allow his soul to be at peace as well as yours.” 

Shay could hear a small choke of a sob, and he saw a tear streaming down her cheek. He cursed himself quietly, for he had nothing to offer her to whip away the tears. An idea sparked in his mind as he scratched the back of his head. He untied the silk tie that held his hair back, unknotted it, and given it to her. His dark hair framed his face, it was pretty much close to time for a clean up trim. Katie excepted the gesture and dapped the tears away from her eyes. Still, her body was shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold wet snowfall coming down or the grief that labored it’s way out from her. Shay then gently wrapped an arm around Katie’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She gripped his arms tightly and buried her head into Shay’s massive arms, gripping the leather robes as if her life depended on it. Shay collapsed into a sitting positing, holding on to the lass as if comforting a small child.

Katie could smell the smell of salt and leather overwhelmed her senses, yet it was the scent of comfort and insurance. This allowed her to cry the hard tears that she’d dammed back for five years now. Did she cry for him before? Only the dignified ones were allowed to show. 

All those years Katie was the strong backbone for her aunt, allowing Cassidy to mourn for her son. But Shay was right, you just have to let it all out and never hold it back for a period of time. So she’d let everything out from her system.


Shay held Katie so tight that it seemed that he never wanted to let her go. His shoulders seemed to bend over as if shielding Katie from the snowfall. Shay then rested a cheek on top of Katie’s head, and a silent tear streamed down into the fiery hair that was now drenched in snowfall. Oh, lassie girl. If only you’d knew how…God…all the horrors of the earthquake. The same ones caused by these damned precursor temple sights. Your cousin. Daniel. He shouldn’t have gone near it. No-one should be near them. I can’t change what has happened to both of our lives, but we need each other. And I swear to you now Kathryn, that these sights are no longer known, with the manuscript in the bottom of the Atlantic, the sights should remain at peace forever. 


They sat for a while until Katie’s sobs were no more. She lifted her head, pushed the stray tears away from her cheeks, and took a breath. She didn’t want Shay to look at her blood struck eyes; but his long fingers lifted her chin in order to look at him.

Shay could see the eyes more deeper.  Other then being reddened, he could see that the eyes were not aqua as he’d thought, but a deep sea green.

“There.” He whispered tenderly, stroking her back. “There. I bet you feel much lighter after dumping all of that load.”

Katie gave a small half smile. One stray tear streamed away from her left eye.

With his thumb, Shay whipped away the small drop, “Hmm. This isn’t right lassie girl. Those eyes of yours. If there should be tears, next time it should be of happiness. Those seem more radiant.”

Katie shook her head. “Stop it you blockhead, you don’t know what you just said.”

Shay gave a smile. “There's the Katie I know.” He gently pushed her away as he hoisted himself us, before extending a hand to Katie. She took his hand, and Shay assisted her from the snow. 

Katie brushed her backside free from the snow, looked up and said, “Thank you, Shay.” 

She tried to return the tie to him, but Shay only pushed her hand back and said, “Keep it, you’ll need it more then I.”

Katie smiled, then looking at the mass of hair on Shay’s shoulders she replied, “You’ll need a haircut that's what you need.”

Shay combed his locks away and said, “Aye. You think Cassidy can fix this mop for me?” 

“I can see to that,” Katie told him.

Before the two friends headed towards her home, Shay knelt down, used his hidden blade to dig a deep long line horizontal of the base of the stone. He took a handful of, something, Katie could never figure it out, and placed them in the lane burying them with snow and dirt. Then Shay accompanied Katie to a layered trimming and a meal that made him feel beyond excepted. And he had mostly the lovely red haired lass to thank for that.

Walk in Two Worlds: AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 9
The awaited chapter when Katie let's go of her grief and the memories of her and Daniel's last argument.Then of course Shay is comforting Katie at this time. Once again insperational thanks to sunsetagain 

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Walk in Two Worlds: an AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 8
Incoming Message

Let’s see, the timing of the last memory was in-between August to September of ’56. So from what I’m seeing here, Shay had a few short missions, Katie was training the french grease boy, and the assassin’s aided the french near the river valley. 

Ah. This fragment of memory looks interesting; maybe a link to what we may be looking for. But, we have to get through one part of this memory. And from what I’m seeing, maybe a downer. Still, Bishop needs every information that could aid us. Even if it means a “grave” visit.
Okay, that was creepy dark.
End of Message

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Chapter 8
It was a pale gray day, in the month of February. The fresh snow was covered the half melted snow and ice on the streets. Katie walked through the dampened road with relief from her last visits in the Manhattan and Brooklyn side of th

fIRST chapter
Walk in Two Worlds: An AC Rogue Fanfic Chapter 1To the recipient of this USB file,
 I am not sure how you got this, but I pray that this is in Assassin hands. But if not, there is an email that you need to contact. I am bleeding and barely keeping it settle in a internet Cafe, but it is hard to do…when you are injured by a shot in the arm.
I don’t have much time, in the following is an email All you have to do is email it with a simple code. It’s NOTHINGISTRUE72! Just send a copy of the folder and it will get there. You may expect someone contacting you for more information. In the mean time, you are responsible for this data. This is data from Abstergo Entertainment on an unknown subject matter. This subject’s DNA will be the key…
Need to go. All I can say, the ancestor you're about to witness is an Assassin from the French and Indian war. Abstergo skipped the rest due to the first data being…normal at that time. But I have dug into it, and trust me

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GLAZiZ Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you so much for another the fav Yayoi Takatsuki + Mami Futami Emote - Glomp/Hug I appreciate it hug  
GLAZiZ Featured By Owner Edited Oct 7, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the favs Yayoi Takatsuki + Mami Futami Emote - Glomp/Hug 
oreana Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello, dearest. :hug: Lovely selection of talent you have here. :heart:
JeweledFaith Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2016   Photographer
thanks a million. your art is amazing too. Been doing a lot of writing though thanks to you on tumblr
oreana Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:hug: Thank you kindly, lovely~! I am flattered so much by that! :heart: Your writing is beautiful, and I do hope you continue to write~
JeweledFaith Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2016   Photographer
I will there be more to come. Though I do need to ask for your help in regards of a secret chapter if you can note me please
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Hello! :3
JeweledFaith Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2016   Photographer
hi thanks for the watch
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your welcome ;0;
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