"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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Note: This book contains violence, blood, explicit language and be aware...
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The Manor is quiet when he arrives. As he excepted. Achilles is long gone, and the maid only comes in the mornings. It was only him now and that was both a relief and...a burden.
He closes the door and the place falls into darkness again.
He sighs. His shoulders fall.
He is relieved of being home, but the silence rips his life out.
He doesn't light up a candle, instead, he starts walking to the stairs and each step is heavier than the one before.
When he is about to open his door, his body freezes.
He can hear the wind entering his room, which meant that the window was open. Which meant that there was someone inside.
His first reaction is to grab his tomahawk. He was tired, but he couldn't have the luxury to have someone in his house without his permission.
He counts until three in his head and then enters the room cautiously.
But there is no one inside.
He then looks at the window and tries to remember if he forgot to close it that morning. He is certain that it was closed.
With his tomahawk still in hand, he approaches the window slowly to close it.
Through it, he can see the green trees of the Homestead and the dark sky.
He diverts his eyes for a second, to look at himself in the glass and that's when he sees it. That's when he realizes that he is not alone.
Not at all.
He turns around and his brown eyes land on his bed. Which should be empty, cold, and calling to him, but instead, is full, warm, and calling to him but in a much different way.
His tomahawk finds its way to his side again and he stays still as a statue for a few seconds.
You practically escaped from Boston, rode all your way to the Homestead, and then climb through the window and sneak into his bed like it was yours. Now you were sleeping, all curl up in his bed, with his people's blanket over your shoulders.
The question that remains its why.
Why you did all that?
Why did you come here?
To the enemy, nonetheless.
But he is too tired for all this, and he has things to do in the morning. He thinks that he can change his clothes and then sleep in the old man's room. He doesn't use it anymore anyway.
He takes some clothes and quietly tries to exit the room, but just at that moment the old house decides to betray him and his moccasins squeak against the wood and he hears you shift in bed.
