Assassins creed - Understanding

Chapter 9 - Black Cloaks And Drunk Folks

I couldn’t sleep.

Tonight, I could not close my eyes and fall into dream land. The darkness of the night would not consume my senses. My eye lids refused to close, and when they did, they would open up again. I stared at the black ceiling above. Thinking. Thinking about things I wish I never knew.

My parents.

Mr.Bicco.

Sandro. Duccio. Poalo.

The letter. The Attacks.

And myself. My life had turned so suddenly.

I couldn’t shake away Duccio’s dismissal two evenings ago. I had not spoken to him for two days. He never dismissed me, he never dismissed anyone. I thought he would be happy, proud even. If anything, he looked shocked. I didn’t think he believed me about the letter. I think he does not know what to believe. I wondered if he suspected me of writing the letter, Petricco did. I knew it was not me. But I still didn’t know who else it could have been. It could be Rodero, his wife. Or Petricco, or Gustav. It proved you could not trust anyone, even if they were family.

I knew one thing for certain though. The attacks that were happening are a distraction. Distraction or a way to get us all killed. An ambush, maybe. Duccio had shown the letter to everyone else by now. As he did, I searched their faces for shock, fear, confusion, anything to give them away. Nothing. They just looked surprised. They read the letter bluntly and prepared for the attacks. Duccio had sent a messenger to the other dens, informing them. I hoped they would arrive on time. I hoped they were prepared.

Today was the first attack. We head out in the morning to the destination, ready to attack at the night. We were going to help the other Templars, to find answers. To put a stop to all of this. Rodero was in charge of this mission, not Duccio. Duccio was to be the ears. He was going to snoop around, looking for answers. He didn’t know though, that I had already asked for a couple of extra ears. Sandro would be there, hidden. Listening for anything. He was bringing two others, which I was glad for. I didn’t want him to be on his own for this, strangely. He was to stay out of sight, just watching, and not to be seen by anyone. A part of me felt guilty that I could not tell Duccio about them. If he knew I had befriended the assassins, he would kill me himself. Whatever he felt for me, the Templers came first, and he would not think twice about having me killed. In a way, I was also a traitor. So I could not tell him. As much as I wanted to ask him about Sandro, I couldn’t. Duccio was a Templar. Sandro was an Assassin. They are sworn enemies. My loyalties lied with the Templars, but the assassins were not my enemy. Not anymore. Now that I knew the truth about my parents. My parents were Templers. I swelled with pride when I thought if that. I wondered if they were proud of me for making the right choice. I remembered my mother’s angelic hands weaving through my hair, my father’s stern voice telling me how to point a bow. They were killed by an assassin. But they were killed for a reason. The assassins, they always killed for a reason. They didn’t kill for pleasure, but for peace. They killed for purpose. And purpose is the only thing I could ever ask for.  

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I crept behind Rodero, keeping to the side of the building. I turned my head to the side to see Gustav behind me, a broad sword in his belt. I had armed myself with my hidden blade, dagger and throwing knives. My mask was black like the night. There was no wind and my hair lay limp around my face. An eerie silence took over, and here we are, standing outside the smallest castello I had ever seen. It was no bigger that an average house just more dull and grey. It was the location of the first Templar den on our list.

We were here to protect our fellow brothers and sisters from the upcoming dangers. I hoped the Tempalrs knew what was to happen, if Duccio’s letter had been delivered in time. Duccio requested us to wear black to blend in, while the other Templars would be wearing red. We did. We wore robes of black material, black capes hanging loosely over our backs. I thought the capes were annoying and would get in the way. But I did not say anything.