Assassin's Creed: Secrets

Chapter 10

"Our target is a Templar by the name of Maximillion De Robespierre. He is becoming quite a thorn in our side and this party at the palace is the perfect time to strike." Pierre said crossing his arms while looking at a few pieces of art that I have drawn over the past few months.

Arno began to explain the plan further which was rather simple. We had four ways that we could kill Mr. Robespierre,
1) Poison the wine and/or food.
2) Have one of the servants kill him.
3) Disguise ourselves as guests or servants to get close enough to do a quiet kill.

After a while of talking and debating we decided on the later and whoever got the closeted would kill him then whistle as a signal to the others to leave. Pierre headed off to "borrow" some clothes for us to wear, luckily having it being a mascaraed party having no one know our identity.

I sighed lightly sitting down on Arno's lap and he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. "What's wrong? You seem upset by something." He whispered soothingly gently rocking me in his arms.

"I have never understood why people fight-why they kill-it hadn't made the slightest amount of sense to me before now and even still I wonder. In so many cases there is a way to prevent the fighting-the deaths, through talking, ignoring each other, or even just walking away. Yet I understand now that even the people you try to forgive-in truth- you never truly can forgive..." I whispered gently having my bangs cover my eyes a bit.

My father died all because the Templars and assassins don't agree. All because two groups are fighting my father is dead. It pains me to think of the different ways I could have saved my father. That's one of the reasons I don't like to not be busy or be alone because when I'm lazing around or are alone my thoughts surface. The voices in my head become the only ones heard when I'm alone.

Why didn't you save him?

It's your fault he died, you could have saved him.

He would have never died if you had stayed with him.

Never forgive, them. Never forgive them for the pain they have caused! It's all their fault!

Lately the voices keep getting louder and louder in my head and all are different. The way they sound, the way they speak is not anywhere close to the same as the next voice. There's a war going on inside my thoughts and I don't know who will win or how to stop them. Some voices blame me for what happened, others mourn, and lastly others blame Arno for what happened.

Yet even though they all may sound different and act differently I know that they are all parts of me. Some parts that people have seen and others I have shown to no one but myself. I heard Arno call my name like he was shouting and I quickly opened my eyes looking over at him and he looked worried.

"Lilliana, what happened you just spaced out...it was like you weren't there and you were mumbling..." Arno said softly but paused at the end before he used his thumb to wipe some stray tears away from my cheeks. I didn't even notice I was crying though I do that whenever I think of my dad.

"No no I'm alright. Just anxious about the assassination, that's all. Please don't worry my love." I whispered and gently kissed the side of his head still sitting on his lap as he lifted my chin and kissed my lips gently before my door swung open again, though to who I didn't know until he turned to face me.