Revenge (Book 3 in the Rise Trilogy)

His Point of View, His Revenge, and His Sacrifice

His Point of View, His Revenge, and His Sacrifice

Connor

My father and Riley are alive and well. Charles Lee now leads the Templar Order in my father's place and still under the impression that he is dead. I see now why ours is an eternal war. For each piece taken from the board, another is placed upon it. Back and forth we go. Across the world. Across the ages. Some days, mine and Riley's feels an impossible task, but we cannot afford to be consumed with doubt. The people need us. Now, more than ever. We must stop the Templars. I will kill Charles Lee.

I think these things as I pull my hood over my head and walk down the streets of Boston in search for the place my father told me I would find Lee. He is not there when I arrive. Only the remains of people that were once hiding out in the abandoned warehouse.

Then I hear it. The few words that tell me he is close.

"...that's what Lee was tellin' me."

"When did he say that?" The other mercenary asks his friend.

"Earlier this mornin' when we was leavin' the harbor," he replies as I keep a close eye on the pair while weaving through a crowd of people waiting to board a ship to take somewhere else.

"Is that so?" his friend asks. "Say, George, you know where he is now?"

"Last I heard, 'e was takin' refuge in some old inn until tonight for fear of these two Assassins; one's big and bulky man and the other's a little kid who's shorter than your average girl," George replies. "There's supposed to be a memorial service for Kenway tonight at the cemetery too."

"Really? I never heard such a thing."

"It'll be an exclusive affair," George continues. "Since 'e was killed by them Assassins a few weeks ago."

"Sounds good to me," George's friend says. "I'll meet you there, then?"

"Yeah, as soon as I finish my rounds."

I need to get to this memorial service before Lee can have a chance to leave. I think as I weave through the crowd silently once again and find a place to wait until the service starts.

Riley

"I'm nervous, Haytham," I say uneasily as I pace the upper deck in front of the captain's wheel while Haytham sits on a stack of wooden crates of supplies watching me.

"What's there to be nervous about, Riley?" Haytham chuckles as he looks up from the examining of his left hidden blade strapped tightly to his wrist and lower arm. "Connor will do the job and he will do it well."

"I know," I mutter as I continue to pace. "But... I just... I'm scared..."

"Of what?" Haytham asks.

I stop pacing and turn to look at him in the eyes. "Because I don't know what's going to happen next." Haytham raises his eyebrows at me. "Every time I saw this part... you always ended up dead and there was a funeral. This time... you're here and I don't know where Lee is and neither does Connor. I don't want him to die."

Connor

"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. 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!" Charles Lee stands at the head of the large group of men and women gathered around a tombstone at the back of the church building while he speaks, the lies and fake emotions and acting drip from his words and posture. "We have Haytham to thanks for this. He and all those others who sacrificed for our cause. But he was not content merely to save the people of America, no, he sought to save those sworn to our destruction." I pull down my hood and begin to walk towards him. "He sought to save the Assassins. Aye. It seems a mad thing, now. And it cost him his life. The Assassins are a cruel and terrible coven. They speak only the language of death. Too late he learned the truth of this. Murdered by his own son." People gasp and step back as I walk past them towards Lee. "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."