Arocles walked to his front door. He had just returned from prison. He did not commit the crime, and the Borgia knew it. So why was he imprisoned? That was never discovered.
"Damn the Borgia," He said to himself. "They will rot in hell!" He pulled on his white cloak and red cape. Then I walked to his job at the blacksmith.
Actually, it wasn't a job. They let him in. Who knows why? Because they were nice. Arocles made swords every day. But he had something new in mind today.
Arocles was going to make a gauntlet. But this gauntlet he had in mind was special. He was going to hide a blade of a knife in it. When he had actually made the new weapon, he called it a hidden blade.
Arocles adjusted the hidden blade onto his arm and pulled up his white hood. He wasn't just an ordinary man anymore. He was an Assassin, a specially trained warrior trained to fight the Templars and the Borgia.
He passed a Borgia guard. The guard eyed him. Arocles walked toward him as if to converse. But then the guard was lying at his feet, cold and dead. Arocles took his gold and found something special: throwing knives. He could use these for stealth. He looked up. The first thing he saw was the steeple on the church.
If he could get up there and see his surroundings....
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The Creed (Book 1) : First
FanfictionThe average middle-aged man, Arocles Odetta from Greece thinks what the Borgia are doing is wrong. He decides he needs to put an end to it. To do this, he needs to assassinate the leader, Nodenhime from Bulgaria.
