The Templar-Assassin's Creed 3

Chapter 15 (Edited)

I couldn't believe that had happened just around this corner, seeing those deceased people for the first time, I'll never forget it but that had never stopped me from coming here until something worse happened. I always have a hard time talking about it, it's not because I didn't want too, I only had the Templars, Hayham, my father, Hickey and the others.

I didn't have any friends, friends my own age and it's all because I'm Templar but the thing is I did have a friend, she was my best friend when I was little, she was just amazing, such an amazing friend and person. She had a loving heart and she always tried to help others but she sadly passed away and this that day, I really avoided getting close to others, not really interacting with others apart from... Connor.

I jump once I feel a large hand, lay gently on my shoulder, I turn to look over my shoulder knowing exactly who it is since Haytham hasn't turned up yet, leaving it to be Connor, I smile at him as he asks, "Are you alright?"

I nod my head, placing my hand on top of his on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before walking away with Connor following after,  "Hold a moment," Haytham orders causing me and Connor to stop in our tracks.

I move out of the way, allowing Haytham to walk past and to peek around the corner, "Church you clever bastard!" Haytham comments as I look past Connor to take a look at what Haytham was talking about.

In front of the gate were six guards, guards that I've never seen before. "I've never seen those men before," I state as I keep staring at the six figures before turning to Haytham who nods agreeing, this is going to be more difficult than we thought it was going to be.

"What is it?" Connor questions, not understanding what exactly is going on. "I was hoping I could wave you past the guards," Haytham starts to explain, "But he's replaced most of them with men neither of us knows. Hmmm. Well, we should be pass without arousing suspicion. But you..."

Haytham turns to look at Connor before gesturing me to follow, I'm about to walk with Haytham only for us to be stopped by Connor grabbing his father's wrist, "No. We do this together or not at all," 

"The what do you propose?" Haytham questions, Connor turns his back to me so he is now facing his father as he explains what he's going to do, "I will find a guard who is off duty and take his uniform,"

"Very well. We will wait here then," Haytham tells as he takes a seat on the floor.

"Of course you will," 

"Oh. I'm sorry. Would you like me to come along and hold your hand, perhaps? Provide kind words of encouragement?" Haytham sarcastically says causing Connor just to wave him off and walk away to find a lone guard.

I couldn't help but chuckle, those two are so alike. I watch back into the alleyway and sat down in front of Haytham as I look out of the streets, never forgetting the chaos that caused my friends death, a memory that will never be forgotten.

(Flashback)

Two young girls stood laughing beside some horses, the eldest gently stroking a black stallion named Diablo whilst the other stroked a white mare. They were no older than eight and they are Sophronia, the Templars daughter and the other girl is a noble girl named Grace.

Sophronia giggles as her horse nudge her causing her to move back slightly and stepped into some mud, the mud splatted up the bottom of her gold dress, whilst her best friend wore a simple, flat green dress which already had some mud splatter.

Grace's parents had less money that Sophronia's father and they couldn't afford to by her dress' like Sophronia's but Grace didn't mind, she would always make the comment about the dress looking to stiff and uncomfortable which Sophronia never denied, in her mind they are horrible, the most horrible things to ever wear but she has no chose, her father always makes her wear them until she is officially assigned as a Templar and that's when she will be given her own robes.

The two girls had been standing with the horses for hours, it's one of their favorite things to do and the fact that Sophronia had her own horse, she allowed Grace to ride him sometimes which always managed to make their bond stronger.

Sadly the day is coming to an end, the sun is slowly setting and Sophronia knew she needs to go. Ever since her mother passed away, which she still thinks is her fault her father's been super protective which she didn't mind but she didn't like going home, going back to the home where she caused her mother's death. Even though her father and the rest of the Templars tells her it was no one's fault.

"I need to get going, my father will be angry if I return late," Sophronia signs as she moves away from the stallion, Grace was about to say something just as a loud bangs echoes. The two girl scream in horror as the horses reared and galloped off in fright.

"Come on, run!" Sophronia shouts over all the screams, somehow Sophronia managed to get ahead of Grace, running faster than her even in the dress, more bangs could be heard causing the two girls to cry as they run.

Sophronia lead the way to the Templar gate, Sophronia stops by the now open gate gesturing and screaming for her friend to move faster but the screams of encouragement turned into another scream of horror.

Another bang echo in New York, Grace stopped running and collapses to the floor, Sophronia tries to run back out, only for two hands to pick her up and take her past the gates, the young girl tried to get out of the unknown grip until she is turned around.

Revealing her father, the gates slowly closed as screams are still heard and more gunfire, Sophronia collapses in her father's arms, weeping for the loss of her friend, her only friend she ever had.