A hard life

Chapter Two: New Arrival

Chapter Two: New Arrival

It was nothing but Darkness that he could recall, his memory hazed and blurry. When they arrived at this so called hideout he was placed on an infirmary bed and treated to. When he woke up he coughed, confused of everything around him. The mentor of the Assassin's approached and decided to finally speak with him. He had no idea who this man was but he knew to keep his mouth shut. "Son, I know you've seen some terrible things before we found you. But that was not your fault, those men were Templars and your father was affiliated with the Assassin's, so he had to go. You would have been sold off as a slave. What I'm offering you is a home, training, a new beginning." He spoke, his eyes fixated on red as he spoke.

Red nodded, he was willing to receive the training necessary to protect himself even if they recruited him to their cause. He spent the next seven years learning combat and climbing. He learned how to blend in with the crowds and tree parkour. He wasn't too bad after all the training he received and he spent the last five years learning naval navigation and combat.

He was sent into New York or Boston occasionally to accept assassination contracts. He saved up all of his money and soon bought a Brigantine ship. He named it Dragona because growing up he had a weird obsession with dragons. He set sail from Boston, sailing back to Achilles HomeStead where he took port.

He walked down the path, spotting several of dead bodies that were once Assassin's. He walked by each, shutting their eyes as he told them to rest in peace. He took off up to the manner on the hill where he watched a familiar figure he seen before dive off into the water with a book. He shrugged it off as him being delusional and made his way inside.

He found Achilles on the floor upstairs with a shattered window and he rushed over glaring out at the water as a ship left in hurry. No one uad predicted they would be betrayed. Not even Red. But he knew the traitors name already. Shay Cormac. And he knew she was out to kill every Assassin. He would not be one to die by her blade.

Four years later...

Red was sailing the seas completing his naval contracts with ease. He was now twenty-eight years old. All the assassins had started to disappear or turn up dead, but he was one who didn't fear anything, NOT event the rogue Assassin who went traitor. Oh but how things were about to change as his shit was bombarded with heavy shot, killing a lot of his cre and heavily damaging his ship.

Smoke crowded the area as he sat in erie silence, prepared for the worst before something rammed his ship, the smoke cleared some and he instantly recognized the ship and the person now standing in front of him. It was HER.