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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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“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. 
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Here lies 
Daniel Louis Finnegan
son, cousin, and comrade
February 15th, 1731

In the hands of our Lord:
 November 21st, 1751
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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.
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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.
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Journal entry by an unidentified female writer

Location: Versailles, France

September 12, 14, 17th, 1794

My hands are trembling. Trembling like autumn leaves feeling the presence of the warnings of winter approaching. It has been a long time since I wrote in this journal. It has seemed to be a great source of peace and comfort during this dark time. That I mean escaping from the Fatherland’s templar rite. They’d threatened to kill me, just because my ideals had been reformed. They see me as another Cormac. A Verräter, I can’t necessary blame them for thinking my ideals are not the kind that they’d expected out of me. I was raised among the rite, since I was the daughter of a fallen templar soldier. I was a fast learner, even though my english and french needs work. I seemed more fluent in Französisch, despite me sometimes breaking back to my fatherland roots.

But now, after the loss of the one I love, and my life threatened, I escaped, and rode hard aiming for Switzerland. But alas, France’s roads had proved to be dangerous due to the developing revelation that seems to be a song that never ends. Like a  Kinder-Kinderreim (child’s nursery rhyme). Theives could appear, and the borders of Switzerland and France I suspected and now heavily guarded.

A cold breeze went through me like a dagger as I rode my horse in the city of Versailles. It seemed like the city had seen better days. Even skeleton bones seem to have a Schönheit (beauty) to it. As the rain began to send icy darts upon my horse and I, I shielded my eyes to see a rather decent manner. I steered the horse pass the opened gate and into the barn. After feeding it with the stables surprisingly conditioned hay, rubbed it, and watered it in the mangers. I tightened my hood around my rose cheeks and cantered into the manor. 

The windows were barred from the inside. Blankets and sheets covered most of the furniture and pieces of Kunst (art). I was drawn to the fireplace, hoping to see wood near by. There was wood that seemed to have once been lite up, yet cold as ever. I gathered the wood, and as I lend down, a piece of twig caught the edge of a sheet covering a painting. The waiting reflected that of a beautiful Frau (woman). Her hair reminded me of Feuer (fire). And a smile I know I could trust as an ally with a sign of intelligence and assurance. As I looked back down, I noticed that a few empty glass bottles were littering the tops of the fireplace. I was unexpectedly turning around to see more bottles littered around the corners of the room. Suddenly, the sound of a clanging of empty bottles echoed from what I assumed was the second floor. Checking my belt for my dagger, I slowly walked up the dusty staircases.

As I made it to the top base of the stairs, I noticed a candlelight reflecting on the floor. I turned and followed it into a dark room with only a lone candle burning. As I entered, I noticed a figure sitting on the windowsill. His face seemed to be stained with tears and great sorrow. As I quickly analyze him from a hidden distance, I noticed that he had long dark hair that was tied back. He wasn’t husky like most assassins I had the misfortune of fighting against, still he had a fairness to him; yet strong. Like a fencer or swordsman of the courts. He had a long scar upon his cheek.

Oh shirr. I neglected to say that I discovered he was an assassin in the most unexpected way. He had his hidden blade extended out from his arm. He looked down upon it, like bringing in a servitude of a dream. He inched it up, and suddenly I slowly approached him as I realized that the blades tip was dangerously close to his neck. The tip stopped mere inches, but enough to peck this man’s adams apple. Little beads of blood started to rise.  

“Don’t…do it!” I cautioned the man in my broken language barrier. My hand was lifted in caution, though I was a few yards away.

“Leave me be! I don’t need anyone else to further convince me.” The man demanded quietly, never looking at me. “Now!”

My mind was racing, yet cautious. “I’m not sure what you mean Herr (sir).” I attempted again in a calm deminer. I step closer and closer. “If you were so sure on ending your life without…well…you would of done it by now.”

“This doesn’t concern you…”

“Ich kann nicht, ich bin jetzt beteiligt (I can’t, I’m involved now).” I said in my native german.  

“So now the assassins are sending german foreigners now?” The man said in a dry voice that seemed to be mocking himself. Obviously the bottles of wine had an impact in his thinking.

I then took a chair closest to me, sat down and removed my pistol. “Nein. I’m neither assassin, nor a templar. Even though once upon a time I was.”

“You’re with the templars?” He asked, finally looking at me, but his blade was still upon the neck, the river of red slowly trailed down to his white tunic.

“Was.” I corrected him. “I was a templar. Now…I’m running from the very rite that raised me. Because I renounced my oath to the templars.”

“Why are you here…” 

“Oh now your asking me the questions. Since I so briefly gave you my soul for keeping your hand for extending, your life can spare another minute explaining why.” It was a huge gamble on my part, but something about my mentioning of the templars seemed to aid in the prolonging I dared hoped for. “From what I see here, you have an assassin’s blade, yet you’re stripped of your robes. Did you also renounce…”

“I was ostracized Mademoiselle. Exiled. Forced out by those who promised me answers and peace.”

I knew I needed to keep him talking. So I brushed up my french in my head, “ Quel était votre crime monsieur (what was your crime sir)…”

There was a prolong silence. Was hat er in Christus Namen getrunken? I thought. I decided that if he was going to act like that, I may as well give him my name. He looked to the window rail again without a word. I huffed and expressed my concerned hybrid with frustration. “You know, at this point, the other half of the party gives their name too.”

He blinked in thought. “Arno. Arno Victor Dorian.”

“Arno. A german name, yet breed french. Any of your parents born Deutsche(German)?”

Arno shook his head, the blade’s edge traced a half inch from his neck. “My mother was from Austria.”

I nodded. “Right, I should of noticed the Austrian traits. Still, close to German to me.”

“What dose it matter what nationalism we belong to based on our breed?”

“What is in a nationality?” I asked dryly. “We are both born under the line of Noah anyways. Survivors of the große Flut (great flood). And now, I know the world isn’t made of turkish delights and chocolates; but surely there is a brighter future.”

“Why are you saying this? What do you know?”  His voice trembled, his hand shaking. “What do you know of nationalities, sides, ideals…” he pause for a moment, blinking misty eyes. “Of loss…and regret…and…”

“Love?” Even I surprised that I said the word. He turned and stared at distant; yet surprised face upon me. “Of loss and love. You may not think I understand what you’re going through, but Von Gott I know the syndromes of a human being who lost the person they love in the force of life’s tragedy of fate. Just as you’ve figured out a way to live glücklich bis ans Lebensende (happily ever after), the ideals of a single templar rite lead the men who raised you to kill the man you love.” A tear strayed down my eye unexpectedly. Yet I never reached my hand up to wipe the tear away from my sweat and dirty stained face. I took a breath. “You thought a long time of just jumping onto a street waiting for a incoming wagon to run you over. But yet, after taking time, healing, and analyzing those responsible for…for the suffering. You can renounce from the foundation of corruption and Arroganz and stolen documents in order to be sure that no one would ever know the templars weaknesses. And just as you get closer to Switzerland, a forsaken revelation that was the result of poor decisions and spilt blood of thousands littered the streets. And now, here you’d stand, staring upon a man who is close to the edge of Der Weg eines Feiglings.”

He looked. He listened. He analyzed the words I said in his head. I was amazed on how I must of sounded like Father Hans from my home perish. I wondered if his influence did gave me strength, despite no longer being a member of the rite like myself. But thats a tale for another day.

The man. Arno. He shook his head. “Merde. Your just telling a fable just to distract me.”

“A distraction? Yah. A folk tale? No.”

“Then tell me your “assassin lover’s name” in french.” He demanded. “And if it is true, say the creed’s code in my tongue if you know it.”

I saw what card he was playing, his face expressed an emotion of a way to make a bargain with death and me. But I know how to get him to talk while I thought of the translations in my head. “Fine. But first, you must give the rites code to me in german. If you get it right, I’ll give you mine at once.”  Now any man would think its a prolonged nonsense; but in honest truth, a desperate man’s mind is always clouded from judgment. 

“qui” He nodded. He thought of the words, “Möge der Vater des Verständnisses uns führen” He then said “Elise”

“rien n'est vrai tout est permis. Matthew”

We both looked at each other, both seeing that we both understood both sides of the fence. He never realized that I was closer to him, enough to slowly reach up my hand, grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled it away, feeling the hot sticky blood on top of my fingers from his pricked neck. I placed the blade at the base of my neck. “If anyone is to blame for your loves death…it’s me. I know she maybe a templar, that due to the jeweled cross you clutch on for dear life. But if you want someone to die, better me, and not yourself Arno. Elise wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t she?”

The man looked deep into my eyes, and hearing the drop of the metal cross onto the marble floor, he took my other hand and he removed his blade away from my neck. He withdrew his blade back and shook his head, “No miss…I’m sure Matthew wanted you to have a brighter future, and continue his mission upon these documents.” We both stared, and in exhaustion, he collapsed into my arms. I bent down and allowed tears to stream down my shoulder, while I silently cried myself. 

Thanking God for saving a man’s soul for once in my lifetime. No longer was I a templar, but a woman who only came in a forsaken city in a forsaken country to save a lost soul. And somehow, I know that I have a new mission here in France. A chance to heal. For both of us. 

And now, it’s late, and tomorrow, Arno and I will seek the assassins. A praise I never thought I would see myself writing here. But paper is more quiet then mouths. 

Close to the Edge-Arno x German Female Reader

Chester Bennington 

Warning: This features the sensitivity and awareness of the subject of suicide. viewer desertion is advised. 

For the Arno Dorian Appreciation month and this seems appropriate.

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storyline © Shawnie J. Peck
Winter Waltz

Wow I missed this couple! When I was Ballerina Twilight I knew I had to have them do a dance, based on this song…

And I know Blayze is wearing Orange, but hey twilight is wearing yellow the contrast of her coat color. So why not?

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Blayze © Shawnie Peck
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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.

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
No deviants said Leia in the Sky of Diamonds by ShyRedd the painting would be like this


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