Chased

Respect (Old)

Our father is dead.

Connor glanced over to her while they sat in the carriage. He gave a small smile as Victoria sharpened her dagger.

Charles Lee now leads the Templar Order in his place. I see now why ours is an eternal war.

Connor looked out of the window. He remembered the many Templar lives he's seen been taken. The lives of Assassins been taken. He has made many sacrifices to get here. He's done many horrible things to keep them both alive.

For each piece taken from the board, another is placed upon it.

Connor looked over to his sister and rubbed her shoulder. She was now staring down at a locket, hanging from her neck, inside of it being a small painting of Haytham's father. While he was in England, judging from the clothing.

Back and forth we go. Across the world. Across the ages.

Victoria frowned and put the locket in her pocket. "When we get to the funeral, he's dead." She muttered.

Some days, mine feels an impossible task, but I cannot afford to be consumed with doubt.

Victoria looked up at her brother. They shared the same motive. The village. They've been hurt one too many times. But so have these people.

The people need me. Now, more than ever.

Cha'Kwania took Connor's hand and pulled him out of the carriage. They were at Haytham's funeral. Lee stood at the very front. "I get one side, you get the other." She said quietly.

I must stop the Templars. I will kill Charles Lee.

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Lee stepped up on to a stool and overlooked the crowd. From his height, I could see his eyes. I started to push my way forward as he began to speak. "We gather today to remember a man of peerless vision, who sought to change the world. And change the world he did. Look around. Even now the British prepare to retreat - their spirits broken - their forces splintered."

Charles scanned the heads again as I got closer, "The Patriot leadership shall soon follow - either into our service or into the ground. And then, my friends, all of this will finally be ours! We have Haytham to thank for this. He and all those others who sacrificed for our cause."

Charles locked eyes with me as I made it to the front of the crowd, removing my hood out of respect. A spark of sympathy flashed in his eyes before he continued speaking, "But he was not content merely to save the people of America, no, he sought to save those sworn to our destruction. He sought to save the Assassins."

I resisted the erge to roll my eyes.

"Aye. It seems a mad thing, now. And it cost him his life. The Assassins are a cruel and terrible coven." His eyes flashed over the necklace that hung from my neck, the Assassin's Insignia hung from it. He raised his head high, "They speak only the language of death. Too late he learned the truth of this. Murdered by his own..." He paused, glossing his eyes over the guilty look on my face, "...son." I glanced up to see his eyes facing away from me.

"He gave his life as he lived, in service to a dream we all share. And so we must fight on. We will vanquish our enemies. We will spread our word. And in time, my brothers and sisters, in time we will have our New World."