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Walk in two Worlds-an AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 11
Chapter 11
New York, New York
April 1757
The markets were filled with patrons as the warm April air warmed the earth. Trees were fully budded with small green leaves, and flowers filled patches of grasses in front of each building. Shay had just traded a wolf’s hide he’d hunted and skinned for an assortment of bullets, gunpowder and pellets. He also restocked on other necessities for the cabin of the Morrigan to last for months on the next assignment from Monro. He’d tried to remain oblivious from the assassin’s spies in this particular district, since he know’s Hope is more likely to be here among one of them. So today he’d just worn a long trench coat and a tanned shirt to look as a common sailor as wheat. And the real fact was that his robes were a little battered up and were in desperate need of a wash. He wasn’t always skilled with the needle when it comes to tattered uniforms, even when he was privatizing with his father.  
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Walk in two Worlds-AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 10
Chapter 10

July 1756

“The templars had been active in the Boston area, I believe that Grand Master Kenway’s commanders were more involved. No one had seen Kenway for months.” As she read the reports to her masters from Pierce, Katie noticed that Achilles and Hope seemed distracted within a deep thought, as if someone had recently died. She didn’t want to ask them for what was in their minds, for she’d made that mistake too many times in her life; for they usually lead to a heated reply due to the eleventh commandment: Mind your own business. 
So she’d figured that she would ask Liam after their training session later on that day, which turned more challenging then Katie ever anticipated. For Liam had decided it was time for her to learn hand to hand combat. Though it wasn’t Katie’s first dance in compact, it was mostly with Hope and the other femal
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Walk in Two Worlds: AC Rogue fanfic Chapter 9
Chapter 9

Art © Sonala
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 g
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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
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    Walking along the streets, Katie and Shay watched the people passing as they walked toward Katie’s home. A crowd was just admiring the reconstruction of the catholic church, the one Katie and her family attend mostly. Katie gave a smile that seemed to had made Shay feel proud of himself for aiding the congregation, even though he himself would go on and off at the services. Shay only remembered being in a church when his Aunt Eliza had taken him from time to time, the oldest memories were the magic lantern that the father would show to the children. The thought one again turned his attention back to the thought of Liam. He oftener wondered about him, and the grief that he must be going through.
“Cassidy mentioned that you helped funded this with Monro.” Shay’s thoughts were interrupted as Katie spoke. 
“After the way those gangs terrorized this street, the Corneal reckoned we give the people
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Once upon a time in a small village far away, there lived a young poor woman that earned her keep by ringing bells near the beggars dust. Dispite her life situation, she was determmend to have a better life for herself.
One day, the young woman was on her way back to her family at dusk, when suddenly she saw an old man sitting on the side of the road looking worn. Now there was bridle gossip about this old man and warned people to stay away; nevertheless, the young woman felt compassonet toward the old man and went to him.
“What is troubling you dear sir?” She asked.
“I am sick, sore, and hungry!” Said the old man. ”I’ve been sitting in the beggar’s dust for hours and hours yet not one soul had given me something to eat.”
Now the young woman remembered that in her sack that she had a spare apple and breast from the last chicken that she and her family killed.
Feeling merciful, she said,
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Chapter 10

July 1756

“The templars had been active in the Boston area, I believe that Grand Master Kenway’s commanders were more involved. No one had seen Kenway for months.” As she read the reports to her masters from Pierce, Katie noticed that Achilles and Hope seemed distracted within a deep thought, as if someone had recently died. She didn’t want to ask them for what was in their minds, for she’d made that mistake too many times in her life; for they usually lead to a heated reply due to the eleventh commandment: Mind your own business. 

So she’d figured that she would ask Liam after their training session later on that day, which turned more challenging then Katie ever anticipated. For Liam had decided it was time for her to learn hand to hand combat. Though it wasn’t Katie’s first dance in compact, it was mostly with Hope and the other female assassins. This session however, was with a man twice as big as her and much stronger.

As she prepared for her stance, an unexpected amount of pain struck her side of the fact. She stumbled back, only to quickly stumble back upright, just intimate to dodge a throw punch. She swiftly gave a hook from underneath his chin. Liam didn’t had a chance to strike back as he stumbled, and Katie pinned the Irish man to the ground. 

As they hoisted themselves up, Liam still remained quiet when he sat down upon a stool and drank his water skin.  

As Katie took the water skin to drink, she’d asked her master, “So what has happened recently? Why does everyone look so frustrated? Has something happened?”

Liam blink as if he’s noticed that Katie was in the room for the first time. “We have lost a brother and the manuscript a few months ago.” His voice was tired and dry.

Katie shrugged, “Most of our brothers die all over this wide world for the creed everyday. I’m sure …”

“It’s not related to a mission, Katie, he betrayed the brotherhood. He took the manuscript that was recently taken away from the Templars just only recently.”

Katie almost spat out her drink, her mind was filled with a sudden grip of fear. But she had to know for sure, “Wasn’t there a motive behind his actions?” 

Liam gave a signed, “You remember the mission your cousin was on back at ‘51?”

Katie nodded. 

How could she have not known. According to the reports, there was a massive earthquake that destroyed many villages and killed hundreds, Daniel being one of them.

“Well, he was on his was to investigate a possible precursor sight to retrieve the piece of eden. He claimed that a great earthquake had been caused by meddling with the precursor temples. The same action at Lisbon like in Haiti.”

Katie realized who he was talking about. 

Lisbon? Shay mentioned Lisbon once in his nightmare and many time in his delusions. 

 “Was this your friend, the one you mentioned a few times was suppose to aid in finishing my training?”

Liam gave a slow nod. “Achilles confronted him when he caught Shay in his office as the theft took place. Shay ran to the cliffs edge. These edges.We tried to get the manuscript back by negotiating, but he cried out that he couldn’t, that he would not allow this tragedy to happen again, and that one more soul lost hardly matters. Before he’d jumped from the cliffs, he had been shot, not sure who though. We’d never found the body.”

Katie’s chest felt tighter then a war drum. 

Could the man who she cared for months prior be Liam’s friend? The one he’d thought had died in the Atlantic? 

OH GOD! Katie exclaimed in her mind. I’ve not only harbored an assassin, but a traitor, and possibly a candidate for the templars. And Liam doesn’t know! Well, maybe it’s better this way, I may end up turning Shay back to the Assassin’s. As far as I can see, they don’t know that Shay’s alive and well…well mostly.

Katie sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Liam.” She said. 

Liam squeezed her hand and looked at her with an expression thankfulness.

Liam then commented, “You would of liked Shay, Katie. To be honest, I was going to recommend a mission for you two to Achilles to hunt for more temples. But…” Liam went quiet for a moment, Katie could of sworn that she saw her master’s eyes water for a moment.

“He really meant a lot to you.”

Liam nodded in agreement “More of the brother I’d never had. I suppose he was the Daniel in my life, with no blood relations.” He rose from the chair and grabbed his robe. “Come on lass, we best better see what templar affairs take us.”

Katie still remembered when Liam first told her about “Shay’s death” almost a year ago when after Shay left the Finnegan's with the Morrigan. She was still astounded that she managed to keep the fact that Shay is alive a secret for over a year now. 

April 1757

The Frontier, New York

“Tracking a prey is the same principle as your target. You learn by observing the surrounding of their ways of living, eating, and on rare occasions mate upon one another.” Kesegowaase and Katie were both crouched down upon a cliff’s edge near the homestead, observing a bull elk grazing upon a new batch of spring grass. The native assassin had been teaching Katie the art of stealth, hunting, survival, and tracking targets for the past four days. The range from from rabbits to deer, and seemed that Katie will now target an elk. 

“You must hide in plain sight, and never let anything give you away.”

“Unless you need the target to come to you.” The girl finished the formal scout’s words. She slowly made her way down the cliff into the tall brushes. Katie could feel her heart beating with exhilaration as she stalked the beasts.

By far she’d pushed herself harder as she struggled to approach the large bulls without causing a small noice. A twig snap, a slip of the foot on a rocky edge, anything that fate seemed to throw at Katie for amusement. The bulls lifted their heads and turned towards her direction, their breaths visible rom the cold morning air. One of the bulls then started to trot towards Katie’s position. Katie had no choice but to emerge and made her way forward to the beast. The elk’s massive antlers swung towards her, she dodged them by rolling on the ground. She then withdrew her hidden blade and reached across to cut the bull’s neck. Hot blood splashed upon her face; yet it didn’t stop the elk in it’s tracks. She felt a sharp hood stomping on her leg. She withdrew her arm again and this time stabbed it at the base of the neck. A massive amount of weight crashed upon Katie. Her arm was still in the elk’s neck, yet it cried for release as the weight of it’s neck compressed against it, more blood drained from the neck down to her arms.

Thanks be to the heavens I didn't eat anything this morning. 

Katie felt the limp elk’s head being removed from her as Kesegowaase pulled from it’s antlers. She withdrew her blade from the neck and hoisted herself from the ground. She noticed that the elk was an eighteen point with mass mussel.

The native assassin nodded his head. “You’d done well Katie, if you were a young huntress, a templar would of struck you dead before your blade would be withdrawn.”

Katie sighed in frustration. “Least I’d put up a fight Kesegowaase. And now we have meet for our brothers and the sailers. Rations are already scarce since King Loui and Georgie had been butting heads.”

Kesegowaase didn’t say anything, his silence pierced the air. He then withdrew his hunting knife and started to skin the elk. Katie withdrew her knife as well and assisted in skinning the massive mammal. She could hear Kesegowaase utter a phrase in his native language, Probably a moment of thanks to whatever force he believes in. As she pulled the hide from the elk, she said in her mind, Thank you for your body. For providing food and whatever it can give. Now return to your creator in peace.   

Kesegowaase then sent Katie to fetch their horses as they hoisted the animal up a tree to drain the blood and removed the rest of the hide from the animal. The native removed the head and tied it upon his saddle, the mass antlers made the horse look like a small pony in comparison. Katie but the meats apart and wrapped them in some cheesecloth that was in her saddlebag. When both master and student were pleased with their work, they rode back towards the homestead.

“Ah. The little lamb has found her way here!”  

Katie rolled her eyes with a scuff. Ever since she joined the brotherhood, the french captain had always called her that title for being in terms “innocent child”. She then started to unload her saddlebags of all the meat. “This “lamb” managed to bring a bull large enough for our “brothers” to feast on Captain.”

“From the looks of your clothes you must of escaped a butcher shed.” 

Katie looked down to see her bloodied apprentice robes. 

“You best better clean up Katie. The mentor wants to speak to you of important matters before you head back to your herbs and potions.”  

Katie did just that, after deliveringg the meat to the main kitchen then she washed herself of the blood from her face and removed her robes. She dressed in a simple grey and blue dress and pulled her hair into a braid. 

That evening, Katie, Achillies, Liam, and Telmenbatch (another assassin from New York) sat down to a meal of elk prime with potatoes, mushrooms, and roasted cabatch. Throughout the evening Katie and Telmenbatch reported the mass reports of explosions on assassin factories and buildings. She also reported that Monro had been active with his army in the Canadian and New England shores, or so she’d been told.

Achilles just sat and listened to all the reports, his face as hard as stone.  

When the super was finished and Katie was about to make her journey back to New York, Achilles handed her a wrapped parcel, it’s rectangular shape looked to be shaped like a jewelry box. The mentor’s eyes looked hard upon Katie as he instructed her. “You must keep this with you at all times Katie. Let no one ever see it or question it’s purpose, until the right moment is upon us.”

Katie lifted the parcel lightly, checking it’s weight. After being satisfied that it weighed no more then a few apples together, she looked at Achilles and asked, “Aye Mentor. But dare if I ask, what is contained in here?”

Achilles raised an eyebrow in thought. His dark eyes distant in thought. “I cannot say anything at this time. Just take this box, and never uncover it’s secrets! Do you understand the task at hand?”

Katie gave a nod and packed it into her rough sack.

As she was about to step out of the front door, Liam stopped Katie in her tracks, he pulled out another wrapped parcel and placed it into her sack. “Whenever your day comes Katie, you can open it then. Safe journey lass.”  

“Thank You, Liam. You be careful as well.” The young woman replied, she lifted her sack over her shoulders and started to make her way down the road from Davenport.

Katie decided to take the road this time, for the spring weather was to beautiful to be spent on a ship.

The day before, the twenty second day of April was her twentieth birthday. She normally would have a glorious meal of roasted goose since she and Cassidy shared a birthday month, only to be two weeks apart; however the assassin’s assignments forced her to adjured the tradition until she returned to New York. Katie felt the paper wrapped items the Liam and Achilles had pressed into her sounders. One of them Katie could feel was a small wooden box, two of the corners tearing through the paper and pressed against her shoulders. 

Just get this box and never uncover it’s secrets Was all she could think of.

Katie wanted to stop for a moment, if only to see the contents of what she suspects to be the precursor box; but she never wanted to risk getting into more trouble. 

Curiosity kills the cat after all. Better to be killed by that then a templar. Could be a Pandora’s box?

But there was one package she could open. 

Katie stopped underneath a giant oak tree, and pulled out the parcel that Liam had given her. How did he know about Katie’s birthday? How do these assassin masters know so much? She untied the string and pulled apart the brown parchment. Laying folded was a long dark grey robe with a hood. It was edged around with grey threads giving a floral line pattern around the cuffs of the sleeves and the edges below by the feet. As she opened the novel to read the title, The Adventures of Arabella by Charlotte Lennox, she also noticed that the pages were marked with dried flowers pressed into the pages. A note was placed within the center of the spine. She took it as read it,

Achilles wanted to present these robes to you properly, but we all know that time is not always on our side. You have proven yourself to be a resurrection of the creed. You and I will be on a mission soon within two months possibly; but in the mean time, continue what you do until you hear word from Achilles. 

As for the novel, I understand that this month is your birthday, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.


Katie touched the robes, surely this was recently made new just for her. Most of the assassin robes were passed down from fallen comrades or were recycled from the clothes, that is after Abigail’s death. This must of been the last set of robes she had ever made, before the fever took her and little Connor. Katie packed the robes and book deep into her rough sack, picked herself up and headed to New York.

Chapter 11

New York, New York

April 1757

The markets were filled with patrons as the warm April air warmed the earth. Trees were fully budded with small green leaves, and flowers filled patches of grasses in front of each building. Shay had just traded a wolf’s hide he’d hunted and skinned for an assortment of bullets, gunpowder and pellets. He also restocked on other necessities for the cabin of the Morrigan to last for months on the next assignment from Monro. He’d tried to remain oblivious from the assassin’s spies in this particular district, since he know’s Hope is more likely to be here among one of them. So today he’d just worn a long trench coat and a tanned shirt to look as a common sailor as wheat. And the real fact was that his robes were a little battered up and were in desperate need of a wash. He wasn’t always skilled with the needle when it comes to tattered uniforms, even when he was privatizing with his father.  

“Shay!” Barry Finnegan bellowed as he took his hand and both pulled Shay into an embrace catching Shay off guard.

“Mr. Finnegan, it’s…it’s a pleasure to see you again.” Shay felt a blush coming on for being caught off guard. If he was a scout, I would of been killed on the spot.

 “Ah, just call be Barry! Everyone but Monro does. Cassidy has been wondering where you’ve been, Katie mentions a lot about your commissions with the  Colonial. And as a captain of all things.”

Shay nodded his head, he looked down at the limped goose in Barry’s hand. “What’s the occasion?” He asked gesturing a gloved hand to the poultry.

Barry lifted the goose with pride, “Ah. This here drake is for celebration of the birth of the two most important women in my life.”

Shay blinked with surprise. “Katie’s birthday is soon?” Shay felt stupid for not asking about Cassidy’s as well. 

“Aye, Katie’s was yesterday, but she had to things for Pierce and had to go to Philadelphia. Cassidy insisted we get the goose while it’s still eligible. Your welcome to join us as soon as she get’s back.”

Shay thought about excepting Barry’s offer, but Shay had to graciously decline due to preparation of destroying more gang locations. Still Shay wanted to find something for his dearest friend.

“Mr. Finnegan…Barry…May I ask what does Katie generally like in terms of gifts?”

Barry raised an eyebrow in surprise. Scratching is white beard, he’d gave a thought. “Well…to be honest, Katie was never the type for gifts. Everything Cassidy and I would ask every Christmas, birthday, or Easter, she would just say, “Just surprise me, for there is nothing I want more then another healthy year in me age.”. Bloody hell that lass is harder to find a thing for.”

Shay smiled to himself. That’s my lassie girl.

“Sir, I…I never fully repaired your kindness. If there is a way I can…”

“Ah, no need Shay. Unless if you find a bunch of fabric grander then what these mills offer, then you make that wife of mine happy in more ways.” Barry chuckled and gave a wink, causing Shay to give a smile, understanding what he meant.

“I’m…no tailor… but I can see to that. My thanks.” Shay shook Barry’s hand and both men attended to their own matters.

“Oh, and Shay!” Barry leaned in closer to whisper, “Not a word. I want this to a birthday to remember for my Cassy.”

All Shay could do was smile and give a short nod. 

“I owe you Shay!”

Shay extended his hand to Mr. Finnegan, “Consider this even for all you and your women did for me Barry.” The two men shook hands and parted their ways. 

All the afternoon, Shay was looking at the contents of the crates recovered from the ships that the Morrigan had taken down recently. Teas. Weapons. drenched paperworks with the assassin’s seal. By far there were very few items that Shay would give to Katie. 

Shay was entering the fifth crate when Gist entered the cabin .He whistled as he saw the scattered contents all over the cabin.

“Captain, I hope the crew isn't aware of you hoarding all these goods for yourself.” Gist said, picking up a silver plate.

“No, I… I am looking for…” Shay couldn’t give an answer. 

He sighed heavily. Running a hand through his hair, Shay’s frustration was clearly shown upon his face to Gist “I managed to find many contacts related to the French allying with a renegade and destroying many gang headquarters; yet I can’t find a bloody gift to give to Katie for her birthday.”

Gist gave a smile, rubbing his bearded chin as he gave thought. “Ah.That is a daunting task indeed. For women maybe the most difficult thing to look for in terms of gifts, especially for a lass like Katie Shepherd. May I suggest looking underneath the straws underneath the tea sacks.” Gist kneeled down and dug into the straw paddings. “Most merchants would hide any illegal goods or valuable stuff underneath the padding. Most of the gangs would smuggle weapons and deadly poisons. Or…” He then pulled out a wooden jewelry box and a wine bottle, Shay hoisted himself us and looked inside the opened box. The box contained few priceless jewelry, he picked up a golden ring band twisting it around seeing the light reflected from the precious metal. 

“My thanks friend.” Shay said. “Lets see if we can find more treasures underneath.”

“Perhaps some of these goods maybe of use in selling or trade to upgrade the Morrigan.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Shay and Gist managed to find dozens of illegal weapons, including the silent rifle like the one Shay discovered years back, ammunition, hidden money papers, spiced wine, strong liquors, and expensive chocolates. Gist insisted that they should have a toast of wine for the discoveries beyond. 

Shay also managed to find another crate full of women’s clothing with fine fabrics and edging, even though most of them were too big for Katie’s body. 

That body. 

Shay shook his head away from his fantasies. At the bottom was a crate full of fabric materials. Perhaps Cassidy could use the fabric to make new clothes for both herself and her niece. A blank leather bond journal with a tie was wrapped around a dark green skirt. Shay picked the journal up and smiled to himself.

I make my own luck. 

He took a break with Gist, as they drank the sweetest wine Shay had ever tasted, to victory of the discovered items. 

Shay that evening went to the Finnegan’s home to deliver the items, but As he was about knock the door, he’d paused and looked up to the large tom cat, Leo pawing upon a window he’d guessed was to Kate’s room. He’d then smiled, tied the sack around one of his belts and started to climb along the building from the other side. When he’d reached the window, the orange tom gave a demanding meow. Shay shushed the cat by stroking the fire colored fur. He’d pushed the window opened and both the man and cat stepped into a small bedroom. The bedroom was smaller then the room Shay occupied. He assumed this was the guest chamber originally when young Katie moved in with the Finnegan’s. He noticed a few books on the desk next to her bed with herbs drying upside down in one post of the bed, giving the room a rich smell. 

Shay went to the bed and pulled the contents from his sack. As he’d finished, he could hear a door opening from downstairs, the sound of greetings and cheer. 

Katie must be home.

Shay placed an sealed envelope and he helped himself out the window. Into the darkness


Katie was back at the Finnegan’s home three days after she left Devonport. She was welcomed home with a great embarrass from her aunt and uncle, and as if it were a gift from above, Cassidy had the goose on the spick since earlier that morning. The meal was served that evening with roasted potatoes, stewed carrots, and for dessert Cassidy’s famous Apple peach pie. Over the course of the dinner, Cassidy talked about the improvements of the number of people returning to the church, the new fabrics that Barry gave her for her birthday, and the news she received from her family back in Ireland.

“Your cousin, Duncan has finally went forward to become a priest.”

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Hold on…

Duncan Little….

Of course. He was one of Connor Kenway’s assassin recruits. Didn’t know the assassin’s bloodline is scattered. Who am I kidding. Katie and Little have the same red hair. 

So I guess that makes them…second cousins I guess. 

I’ll let you get back to the memories.

End of Message. 

Barry’s eyes raised an eyebrow. “Not surprised. With what happened to his Uncle Mako at the opera house or whatever the hell it is called, I’d be running to the church doors as well.”

“Who’s Mako?” Katie asked, cutting a piece of the breast into pieces.

Cassidy looked at Katie, almost unsure. “You never heard of Mako? Didn’t I ever mentioned him ya?” 

The young woman shook her head. “Nope all I heard was Duncan and grandpa Shepherd’s news.”

Barry was cutting and mashing a potato with his fork, “Aye, Mako was a well kept British fellow, not sure how you cousin Meredith landed in such a rich style Cass.”

“How did he die? Did he had health problems?”

“No. He was murdered.”

Katie’s head rode to look at her uncle. There were rumors about an assassin being murdured at the opera house. How could Mako…rubbish, it’s not as if I have assassins in my family as well. 

 “What? But when did this happened? Why wasn’t I told this before?”

“This happened years ago. I’m surprised that your aunt here didn’t tell you sooner Katie.”

“Barry!” Cassidy snapped at her husband. “Maybe it’s just because Katie has been working the souls of her shoes off working on healing the sick and delivering herbs in a time of war. It seems absurd to let a young woman travel alone.”

“I can get along just fine Aunt Cassidy. Besides I travel mostly by the ship Pierce owns and commissions. So I’m perfectly safe regardless of the men all around.” Katie was cutting a thick piece of goose, the juice drained from the piercing holes from the fork.

Barry took a drink from his mug and said, “Well regardless of how you work lass, I am mighty proud of you. And if any man try to sweep you off your feet, he’ll have to answer to me.”

Cassidy smirked and chuckled.

“What?” Katie asked the old woman.

“Oh nothing dear. I was just figuring that if any man had his eyes on you, he’ll have to get past Shay first. He does have an eye for you Katie girl.”

Katie almost choked on the piece of goose. She took a mug of water and drank it down.

Barry lifted his eyes towards his wife. “Believe it or not lassies, I saw the devil at the market this morning. He was looking battered, but strong as any Irish man. He’d asked about you Katie.”

“He did?” Katie asked casually.

“Aye lass. Come to think of it, it has been too long since he’d been here for supper or something. Mark me words though, if this war ever ends, perhaps he should settle down here.”

Katie shook her head, “Marrying me off already uncle?”

Katie entered into her room, only to be surprised with a bouquet of wild flowers on her pillow with a wrapped parcel next to it. Katie picked up the flowers, knowing it wasn't Barry who would place these on her pillow. She took a deep breath, allowing the perfumes to make her head light and comfortable. She placed them on her vanity and opened the note on the parcel. 

Happy Birthday lassie girl, thank you for all you had done for me.

Shay Cormac

Shay?! As far as Katie could tell, Barry and Cassidy had no knowledge that Shay climbed into their home at the dead of night only to place gifts for their niece. Or else they knew and just pretended not to know. 

Knowing Shay’s background, he could be stealthy enough to kill anyone or steal anything. 

The thought and fear of Shay knowing Katie’s allegiance made her shiver; nevertheless she was also flattered for the gesture, with addition of shutting the window on his way out. Still, she knew that Shay would of never hurt her. That was proven at the cemetery back in February. The moments when he held her in his arms, something changed in Katie, she now saw Shay as something more then just a man she’d rose from the grave. He became her best friend. A person she could turn to for a laugh or an ear. And usually it’s the other way around.  

Katie opened the parcel and the contents of the box had her mouth drop. Inside was a variety of elegant and rare items Katie could not come to grips with. A copy of “The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom” by Tobias Smollett, a pair of gold stud earrings, a packet of strong tea leaves that would be worth more then her wages, and a small silver locket with a newly edged image of a familiar wolf’s head. Katie looked at the letter again, wondering if there were other men with these letters. It wasn't until she noticed a fine print at the bottom of the page,

“Meet me at the Morrigan when you get back.”

Katie turned to the window looking into the darkness, a smile went across her face. The day may of been long, full of weary travels, but this had been a good day. She placed all her gifts on top of the vanity, placed the flowers in a water pitcher and blew out the candle before falling asleep with Leo curled next to her head.

Outside, from a rooftop across the street, Shay smiled down, for he had another victory for today. Exterminating the factory of gases, and finding the perfect gifts for this young woman, and it never costed him any shilling required.

I make my own luck.  

The next day, after Katie finished with runs with Pierce, she made her way to the Morrigan. She had her hair half way pulled with a small braid on each side. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to look a little more…clean…after all, all the sailors wouldn’t care how a woman looked as long as there are breasts upon her chest. Still, she felt insured that Shay wouldn't allow his crew to take advantage of her. 

As Katie arrived at the Fort’s docks, she noticed the Morrigan was in the process of being repaired, for the crew was focused on repairing the sidings of the ship. As Katie was getting ready to board the ramp to the ship, a crew member yelled from the side swing, “Captain is expecting ya lass, and step with the right will ya.”

As Katie was about to thank the sailor, the man interupted, “The Morrigan already has been through enough damaged thanks toy your last presence, we don’t want bad luck on our end.”

“Keep talking to a lady like that and the only horrible luck you’ll have is being baited for the sharks by me!” The sound of Shay’s voice gave a booming command from above the sailor. As Katie, with right foot first, made her way up the ramp, Shay extended a hand to her’s as he assisted her onto the deck.

Katie noticed that Shay was wearing a simple tunic with a dark trench coat. His dark hair looking half dapped as if it was drying from a bath.

“You know he wasn’t really harassing me Shay.” Katie commented, placing a hand on her hip.

Shay gave a hard look towards where the sailor was. “I know, still you are as Gist would all you, the queen of the Morrigan and you should be treated like one.”

Katie raised a brow, “Even if a woman on the ship brings misfortune?”

Shay smirked a laugh. “I make my own luck, Katie.”

Katie blinked as she suddenly remembered why she was here. “I wanted to thank you for the lovely gifts.” 

“It’s no trouble at all. Anything for you lassie girl.” Shay placed a hand on her shoulder, turns her to the cabin and went inside. This was the first time Katie had ever stepped into Shay’s cabin. The center of the deck had a desk where papers and maps littered the top surface. A bed was hidden near one of the corners underneath the large window. But Katie’s mind was turned to the robe, Daniel’s robe, handing upon a mannequin. Katie noticed a few scratch marks upon the leather and a tear on the left side. She touched the torn leather, thinking of what battle did Shay partook in.

“I’m still in the process of repairing it. Never got the hang of mending leather.” Shay explained with an embarrassed tone.

Katie gave a smile. “Daniel was never good neither, so Cass and I always ended up mending it for him when he is…was home.” Katie’s eyes lowered again to the robes, touching the black leather.

Shay could sense that she was missing her cousin. He then took Katie’s hand, “Come to the table lass, let’s discuss the mending matter for pay and celebrate your birth with wine!” He lead her to the desk. He pulled up the chair behind the desk for her to sit. He pulled a drawer and pulled a bottle of wine out. 

“You do drink wine, do you lassie girl?” Shay asked.

Katie gave a smile. “Only on special occasions and when communion comes along.”

Shay then grabbed there glasses from a chest and poured the red liquid into two of them.

“Three cups?” Katie was puzzled. “Anyone else coming?”

Shay gave a shrug. “No, but I imagine that Hist would barge in after he smells the excellent smell of this wine.” Granting a smile, he chuckled, “That man has the nose of a hound when it comes to a drink.”

As Shay finished filling the cups, he handed one to Katie and they both claimed their glasses together. “Happy Birthday lassie girl.” He said before both drank in unison. 

The wine was the most rich and spiced that she’d ever tasted. As they placed the glasses on the desk, Katie commented, “This wine is the best I’ve ever tasted, where did you come across it? Must of costed a king ransom!”

“Nah, it was real a booty from a pirate’s raid that the Morrigan fought off from. Gist and I we just try to keep the crew from consuming in this too much of the richness of it.”

“Is that so, well I suspected that Geist might be the bigger threat to the wine if he has the nose of a hound.” Katie twisted a curl with her right index finger.

As if on quote from a play, the cabin door opened to have Gist enter in. “AH, the queen has finally arrived at her palace.” Gist belowed.

Katie rolled her eyes. “I think by rights this is Shay’s castle on a ship.”

Gist shook his head while taking a cup that Shay filled for him. “Ah lass, behind every good captain is a strong woman.” He took a swig of the wine down. ”By God if you haven’t been around on this earth at all, Shay would of probably be in Limbo or worse if the Reaper took him. Speaking of which, Captain, I found these in one of the goods the other day and we should light one in Katie’s honor.”

Gist pulled out a wooden box that Katie recognized to be a cigar box. Which Gist handed the long roll of tobacco to Shay and saved one for himself. He picked up one of the candles near by and each of the men listed it up by exhaling in and out causing the burning plants to glow embers of red orange. The smell had a strong earthy smell that took Katie back to her childhood in Galloway.

“I never thought of you to be smoking on a cigar Shay.” Katie said surprised.

Shay fiddled the long cigar in between his fingers. “I generally don’t, but that doesn't mean I take a rare pleasure of the earthly sense. Why, you don’t hang out with men that smoke?”

Katie blinked and shook her head.  “Oh no…it’s just…old memories of the homeland I guess. The scents would take me back to my grandfather, Jonah Shepherd. Whenever after a mass or holiday, my parents and I would often visit him and my grandmama, Samantha. He would always light a cigar with a cup of brandy while talking business to my father.” She twirled a lock of hair with her finger, causing the it to be even more curled.

“He sounds like a true gentleman in my book.” Gist said, taking a deep breath into his cigar.

Katie nodded. “I suppose he was. Even though he’d never approved my father’s marriage to a Scottish maid, but he loved his granddaughter.” Katie was playing with a red curl as she remembered the old man.   

Shay then extended his cigar to Katie. “Perhaps you should give it a try.”

Kati starred at him with concern and tolerance. “Shay, you know it’s not lady like.”

“Do you see other people here to judge ya Katie?” Gist asked, spreading his arms outward to acknowledge of the cabin’s emptiness.

Katie sighed and shook her head as she took it, and based on memories of her grandfather’s habits, took a slow breath of it, repeating it a few times. The overwhelming burn of smoke made her choke up, yet the strong earthy scent brought her back memories of the motherland as it dried up her mouth. When she removed the cigar from her mouth, she exhaled that ended up her coughing hard. 

Gist patted her in the back, while Shay handed her a water skin to drink. 

“Good show Katie, never thought I live to see a woman snuff a smoke from a cigar.”

Katie was still coughing lightly, even after drinking talk the water, tears coming from the corners of her eyes. 

“Well then…” Katie said in between coughs. “I just had the realization that grandfather was right, cigars are not for the faint in heart, and is a man’s luxury that should be treasured.” 

The two men chuckled looked at each other in agreement. 

“But Shay, if your to make a habit out of this, a good handmade pipe and tobacco is my personal preference.”

Gist then took his freshly filled wine cup and exclaimed “May I propose a toast then. To the Queen of the Morrigan. Katie! May she live long and glorious for more years to come!”

“Here here!” Shay cheered, clanking the wine flasks together. The three friends drank the spiced wine in unison. Following with Shay giving her a kiss on the cheek. Katie’s eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks blushing.

Outside, she could hear the found of music playing. 

“Ah, the crew must be playing for such an occasion too.” Geist said.

Katie listened carefully. “This song, it seems so familiar. I haven't heard it since when I was sailing with my parents. The sailors on that ship would play for the passengers.” She then turned to Shay and asked, “Do you know the tune or name of this song?” 

Shay listened for a moment then answered, “Ye Jacoytes. A classic jig.”

Together, the two men and woman sat and listened to the crews playing and singing,  

 Katie was still astounded that a lamb of an assassin was among a den of wolves and they were not aware of it.

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Yes this pic is still alive. Reality just got in the way and it stinks. but jobs and other projects work but kept me from my baby here, This was suppose to be on Katie's birthday by a family emergency interfered. So here's the latest chapter, and sunsetagain your drawing help inspired me on the cigar part. 

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July 1756

“The templars had been active in the Boston area, I believe that Grand Master Kenway’s commanders were more involved. No one had seen Kenway for months.” As she read the reports to her masters from Pierce, Katie noticed that Achilles and Hope seemed distracted within a deep thought, as if someone had recently died. She didn’t want to ask them for what was in their minds, for she’d made that mistake too many times in her life; for they usually lead to a heated reply due to the eleventh commandment: Mind your own business. 
So she’d figured that she would ask Liam after their training session later on that day, which turned more challenging then Katie ever anticipated. For Liam had decided it was time for her to learn hand to hand combat. Though it wasn’t Katie’s first dance in compact, it was mostly with Hope and the other femal

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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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So which assassin's creed Character should have a painting like this in my apartment? 

4 deviants said Connor Kenway
2 deviants said Shay Cormac
No deviants said Jacob Frye
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