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

Chapter 17

   My father followed my gaze but didn't seem to see anything out of the ordinary. "You've been with the assassins for too long daughter. You're starting to see hope in places there are none."

   I looked away from Shay and Archer to meet his eyes. "I see hope only when my friends do. It's very clear that they do see it. You're just to blind to notice."

   "You saw your allies. Where are they?"

   I bit my lip and looked back at the street. Only the townsfolk. Thank gosh you two moved, I thought to myself. "They were in the street but they're gone now."

   Father frowned. "What do you mean they're gone?"

   I shrugged and smirked at him. "You'd be surprised what we assassins can do when people aren't looking."

   He gave me a disgusted look. "We're going back home and you aren't leaving without me knowing about it."

   When he turned away I glared at his back and made a face.

   "You'd better go with him Blackbird," a soft voice said in my ear.

   I jumped and looked over. Archer was walking in the center of a small group of people. He nodded to me and looked up at the closest rooftop. I looked up as well and saw Shay crouched on the edge, bending dangerously far over. He saw me looking and waved cheerfully. I didn't think now was the best time for cheerful waves, but I couldn't help but smile back.

   I dashed after my father, hoping that he would give me food that wasn't poisoned. He started talking the instant I was a couple of feet behind him. I ignored everything he said until he mentioned assassins.

   I snapped out of La-la Land and looked at him sharply. "What was that last part?"

   He looked at me reproachfully. "Weren't you listening at all?"

   I sighed dramatically and poured sarcasm into my words. "Alas, that isn't exactly my strong suit."

   "I said," he continued, ignoring my sarcasm, "that I was going to use you to capture the assassins. I'm sure they'll come after you at some point."

   "Not if I told them to stay away!" I raised my voice a little louder than necessary, hoping Shay and Archer were close enough to get the point and also that it didn't mean something like 'come save me now'.

   Unfortunately for me, and most likely to the great amusement of the two brothers, 'not if I told them to stay away' did apparently mean 'come save me now'. Either that, they hadn't heard or they didn't listen. Because no sooner had I sat down at the table with my father to eat, Archer and Shay, dressed as waiters, came in to serve us food.

   I did my best to hide my annoyance with the two of them, but I don't think it worked very well. Shay kept smirking at me and Archer looked like he was trying not to smile.

   After they had left my father shook his head. "I don't know what is up with those two. They started acting strange yesterday and now they're watching you. I think I should be worried."

   I looked up. "Why would you be worried about a couple of waiters looking at me? Does it even matter?"

   He huffed. "Of course it matters my dea-"

   I stood up and pounded the table. "Do not call me 'my dear'! And don't call me 'daughter' either! I'm not either one. I am an assassin. I am Rook. That. Is. Final."

   "You are not an assassin. You are a Templar. You must learn to follow the Father of Understanding."

   "I am an assassin. I dress like one, I fight like one, I act like one. The Father of Understanding doesn't exist. The assassins fight for freedom of everyone and you fight for control. Nobody needs to control the world."