It was a sad day for all of us. Templars from all over the world came to mourn in the death of my parents. They rest peacefully in St. Mary cemetery, with a huge gravestone, and on it, it read," May the heavenly Lord shine your wisdom for everyone to follow." It was very thoughtful and yet sad. When the funeral was over I was greeted by the Templar council members. They wished me luck on the path I took and left. I took my grief and put it deep, deep, down in my heart so no one could see.
I felt so alone without them, they were everything to me. Even when living in an orphanage with 37 kids it gets lonely. If only time could turn itself backwards. Even though it wouldn't happen, I wished for a friend, and comfort. After what had happened, my life would never be the same again. The family name Alastair would be a disgrace.
Eight years have passed, Get up everyday at six in the morning, and work as an apprentice till seven at night, that was the schedule. At 14 years old I can handle myself, you can learn a thing or two off the streets, Especially when there's someone along to help you. Agnus, a fellow Templar, was also in the orphanage, we both met at a game of cricket, one of my favorite games. Though something seemed off about today I couldn't tell what but I could just feel temperatures dropping and skies darkening.
A bladesmith shop is where I work at, it may not be much, but at least I can make a nice wielded blade, like my hand made dagger. As an apprentice you learn a lot from your mentor, make a good amount of money, and go home feeling exhausted, ready for tomorrow. It was going back home when my gut was right, there layed before me was a person stabbed in the stomach dying on the floor.
No one was here, that was my first clue on how the Assassin's worked. They strike at a moments notice and kill you before you can scream. I looked around the dead man's body and found a templar cross stranggled around his neck, "this could only mean one thing" I thought. Immediately I spotted a blood trail leading east of London into an alleyway. I grabbed my hand made dagger and prepared for a fight, a fight for survival.
It wasn't until I reached the end of the dark, cold, damp, alleyway did I notice that the trail had ended. There was no way one Assassin could have escaped this, the walls felt like they could close at any moment. There at that moment did I fear for my life, not only because there was one way in, but this is where all the gangs of London hang about.
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Brother Hood
ActionThis exciting action packed story tells the tale of a young boy living in a orphange with grief and vegence brought before his knees, long has he hated the Assasin's for what they have done to him, but little does he know he's in for something bigge...
