August 2, 1878
Much has passed since my last entry
I apologize for my entries being rather spotty but as an assassin I don't have much time to myself.
Much has happened since I received my parents clothing and weapons from Thomas who is now...I regrettably say is no longer with us. An illness took away my beloved master and friend, his last words has been engraved into my thoughts as I treasure his last words dearly, his last words consisted of "nova promise me you'll love happily and smile more often, you have grown much from the little girl I saw in the shed to the young beautiful girl you are now, you are stronger then you think. Please take care and don't let your death be in vein, I will plea that life will pay you kindly and shower you with nothing but happiness. Please live on...for my sake" those were his last words as his hands slowly grew cold and fell to the floor. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself "riposa in pace Thomas, you will never be forgotten.." I remember the tears streaming down my face as I left his body with the assassins headquarters. Shortly after his death I went into the open waters in search of something, I was not sure what it was but something called out to me, something drove me to the waters of London and into France territory. It got complicated rather quickly upon my arrival to France, whilst I was on the boat I made friends with the odd crew, they reminded me of home with Thomas, mama and papa. Many interesting things happened upon the boat which will be told in due time, the ride to France was rather unstable to say the least, the waters were always quite difficult to manage but the captain was a skilled man with many tricks up his sleeve I trusted him to get me to where I needed to be safely and in one piece. The captain was above all else a pig. My trouble to France began after I un-boarded the ship with intentions to meet the closest den leader I could find, the captain who's name shall be anonymous was kind enough to tell me the places to avoid and all the den leaders headquarters, I owed the man a debt, only one debt that is. I shall speak more but for now I shall close this book and write again one other time. Farewell for now
-nova Kenway
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The young assassin: Nova
Action10 year old nova witnessed her parents deaths right in front of her eyes. She was left to die in the streets of London only to later on work for a awful man who had no consideration for her. She was the daughter of a farmer family, poorest of the po...
