A Rookie's Flight |Assassin's Creed Fanfiction|

Chapter 1

   I shouldn't be out, and I knew it. It was late, the moon high in the sky. My father was going to kill me, but I didn't care. He was forcing me to do things that I didn't want to do, making me into something that I wasn't.

   A Templar.

   I leaned against the wall, my leg aching from my failed attempt at a vault. The guards would be coming for me soon, they didn't know where I was of course, but that never stopped them.

   I growled and threw the red cross necklace on the ground. It didn't belong to me, it wasn't mine. If I had my way, it wouldn't even exist.

   I pushed away from the wall. The guards would have left the manor by now, I had to get moving if I wanted to stay out as long as possible. I wished I knew how to use the sword strapped to my belt. I also wished that my leg didn't hurt so I could run faster. I turned and stopped. There was something in the shadows.

   I didn't say a word, knowing that it was probably not a smart plan. I could hear shouting from the street. "Rook! Rook!" Guards. I needed to leave, but... the shadows.

   I stepped forward, completely mesmerized by the shadows. There was something appealing about them.

   The shouting was louder now. I hesitated, looking back at the street one last time before diving into the darkness. I let out a long breath as the dark shadows covered me. I was glad, not for the first time, that I always wore black clothes.

   Something moved behind me. Before I could react someone grabbed me, putting a hand over my mouth. I twisted trying to get free.

   "Quiet," a welsh accented voice said. "Won't do any good if you're makin' a lot of noise. Seems to me like you don't want those guards to find you."

   I stopped, leveling my breathing, matching it to the wind. After a moment, the hand left my face. "Remember," the same voice said. "Silence is the key."

   I turned to look. I could just make out two gleaming swords and a pair of eyes glinting in the faint moonlight.

   "Rook!"

   I froze, looking back to the mouth of the alley. My father stood with a group of guards. I resisted the urge to attack, like the last time, and instead held very still in the shadows. I hoped that the tracker he had with him wasn't that good at his job.

   "Daughter! Are you there?" my father called.

   "She isn't here, Lord Starrick," the tracker said. "Maybe she is somewhere else."

   "She'd better be," father growled. "We don't have many other places to look. Lead the way."

   They walked away, calling my name and occasionally shouting where they hadn't found me. After the shouts faded to echoes the man behind me whistled softly. "So you're Starrick's daughter. Didn't expect to find you out here."

   I growled. "Well, you don't know me."

   He laughed. "Aye. I can tell that much. The way you threw that necklace down, I'd reckon you're not happy about something."

   I stepped out of the shadows and picked up the necklace. "You're right. This isn't me," I tossed the necklace up and the red paint shone in the light. "This will never be me."

   A hand reached out and caught the necklace before I could. "A Templar cross," the man murmured, stepping out of the shadows to inspect it. "Is this yours?"

   "No," I studied the man. He wore strange blue robes with an off-white hood pulled up over his head. I could see a strand of blonde hair that had fallen forward. He had bright blue eyes and the way he held himself reminded me of the times I'd looked in a mirror.

   "Then how did you get it?"

   I didn't respond. Instead, I mentally cursed myself for being an idiot. I always blurted out what I thought was true without thinking.

   "Ah," the man said. "I see."

   "There you are! And who is this?"

   I whipped around to see my father standing behind me. The man didn't react right away.

   He leaned down. "Follow me," he whispered.

   "Rook? Who is this?" my father started toward us. "Don't be shy. Come, tell me."

   I felt compelled to obey. NO! I snapped away and looked at the man. "Alright, but hurry. I don't know how long I can resist."

   He shot me a strange look, but turned and started running through the streets. I followed close behind him, doing my best to ignore my father shouting for guards.

   The man started to climb up the side of a building once we were a ways away. I stopped and he looked down at me. "What are you waiting for?"

   "I can't climb," I said.

   "Can't- oh right," he stopped, hanging from one hand and looking down at me. "Just go inside then. Up the stairs to the third floor, second door on the right." He climbed a little further and dropped through an open window.

   Before I could stop myself I opened the door. It closed silently behind me as I started running up the stairs. I stopped in front of the door that the man had told me too.

   I opened the door cautiously. It was empty. But I would have sworn this was the room he had climbed into. I stepped in and instantly felt something slam into the back of my head.

   I fell to the floor and groaned. Black spots danced in my vision. I looked up to see the same robed man holding a chunk of wood. I pushed myself up to standing and staggered back a couple of steps. "Wha-" I couldn't finish the sentence. I felt sick to my stomach I winced and rubbed the back of my head.

   The man looked surprised. "Why- How did you stay conscious?"

   "What a question," I slid down the wall and sat on the floor. My head hurt and I almost wished I had passed out. Almost. "Does it matter?"

   "It might."

   "What if I couldn't tell you why? Or didn't feel like telling you why?"

   The man smiled. "Then I'd just have to live without wouldn't I?"

   "I don't know. About all I know about myself is that I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I make my father very frustrated."

   He thought about that, his smile turning into a thoughtful expression. "You don't know anything about yourself?"

   "Nothing other than what I told you." The pain had lessened a considerable amount and I could almost see straight again.

   "In that case," the man sat down on a bed. "We can get to know each other. I get the feeling that even with this necklace,"--he held up the red cross necklace--"you aren't actually a Templar. My name is Edward Kenway. I was just stopping through to see a friend of mine."

   "I'm Rook," I said. "And no, I'm not a Templar."

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What do you all think of the story so far? I know I don't need more stories to keep track of, but I couldn't resist any longer. The idea of writing a book with Rook as the main character was just too good of an idea to ignore.

I will be doing Q&A if you have any questions. I'm more than happy to answer them, and I think it's a blast.

Also I thought the video was downright hilarious. You need to watch past the credits if you decide to watch it.

May the wind blow strong in your sails!