She remembered the smell of flowers. Poppy flowers. Those blood red flowers with a black circle on the center. She was about 8 years old that day, when she was standing in front of the manor. She had stepped on something hard. Not made of wood nor soil, but a stone. A gravestone.
It was covered in grass and moss. It was also heavy but she was able to see it. Amelia Stanford. Amelia had the same last name that she had. She was Genevieve Stanford and her father was Alexander Stanford. She stood up and clutching my dress up, she ran towards the manor. "Father! Father!" She shouted as she ran inside of the manor. "Father!" She then ran upstairs, almost tripping in the process. She ran passed the library where she saw Achilles. "Oh! Achilles, have you seen my father?" Achilles must have noticed her tone of voice, which was panicky. Achilles placed his quill down and tried to get up.
"What's wrong, child?" Achilles said, as stood up with his cane, and his voice full of concern.
"I found a gravestone!" Her voice laced with fear and sadness. Achilles had a hurt expression then turned his back towards her to place a book back to the shelf.
"You might have seen Connor's gr--"
Before he had finished his words, she interrupted him. "Amelia Stanford. I saw Amelia Stanford's grave." Achilles then turned his gaze on her, as if he was remembering a memory. "Who is she?" Her voice said, sounding so innocent.
"Your father will get back here. He just went to town." Achilles said as he limped his way in front of her. "He will answer your questions, I'm sure of it." He said assuring her.
"But why can't you answer me now?"
"I don't have the right to give you the answers, child." Achilles said as she huffed in an irritated motion. Achilles then chuckled and went back to writing a letter as she sadly headed down and picked some poppies.
But deep in her mind, perhaps, she already knew who Amelia Stanford was.
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Assassin's Creed III: Descry
FanfictionAmidst the great war of the Assassins and the Templars, a girl had blood of both sides. Amidst the great war of the British and the Americans, a boy had blood of both countries. Freak? Outcast? Half-breed? They will make the world know of their exis...
