Assassin's Creed: Nation's Divide

Chapter four: ...stays in in the past

The sun began to peek over the distant hills as the mist hovered around our ankles. My mind drifted around, and I was tired. I knew the others must be tired as well. But we pushed on, knowing that freedom lie ahead.
"We're almost there," exclaimed Harriet. A sigh of relief came from somebody, I'm not sure exactly who.
I imagined what the station would look like. A huge house, with beautiful rooms and plush carpets. Perhaps it'd have a path paved with gold leading to it and, who knows, maybe they'd have a meal waiting for us.
I was sorely mistaken.

We arrived at a cabin that could probably fit a family and a couple relatives. Nothing fancy at all. We got about ten yards away when our "conductor" raised her hand in signal for us to halt. She proceeded to the door, knocked three times, waited, and then once more. The door opened a crack and she whispered something, the let us know it was safe to come forward.
When we walked inside, we saw the furniture that would probably belong to an old women. A rocking chair, a fireplace with knitting supplies above it, a small coffee table, and a drawer. There were two other rooms, which we didn't enter. Then a lady who looked to be in her early 70s came towards us.
"Good morning Avery," Harriet said to the woman. "This is Jeremy, Miguel, Olivia, and Elizabeth," gesturing towards us.
"Hello," she greeted us with a gentle voice. "and welcome. Don't worry, you'll be safe here. just stay quiet and do as we say." she gestured for us to com to a book case. "You'll hide in here," she told us. "Where?" Jeremy asked. "It's just on old dusty bookcase."
The woman chuckled and pulled out a red bun with gold lining on it. She opened it and, to our surprise, it was hallow.She took out a small handle, the kind that looked like it belonged on an antique sink. Walking over to the wall on the left of the case, the was I hole under a wall light. She jammed the handle into the hole and tilted it up slight. We heard a 'click', and the bookcase oped to a stair way that lead to a cellar. "Just an old dusty bookcase, hmm?"
We followed her to the cellar where she already had cots waiting for us. "You wait here, and I'll bring you back some breakfast." The thought of food made my stomachs rumble. She came back with a tray of bread, cheese, crackers, and milk. It was no feast, but it was delicious. We ate and talked, then after a few minutes, we decided to get some sleep.
"Oh, Elizabeth?" Called Avery. "Could you please come here for a second?" I didn't know what this was about, but I wasn't going to ignore our host. I came up the stairs and she waited in her rocking chair." Yes, Ma'am?" I asked. "Oh, you needn't call me ma'am, dear."
"Then do I just call you Avery?"
"We'll get to that in a moment. For now, please just sit and listen. I sat on her sofa, curious.
"I know who you are," she said. "I know about you and your family. More than you think." I didn't dare say a word now. I was listening intently now. "Ah yes," she continued. "The silence suits you. It's very much like... An Assassin. But that's not the point. You want to know what I know, don't you?" I nodded. Well then, let's get started.
"You come from a long line of special people who help protect the world from evil. Your father... was a Templar. Templars are members of a secret order of men who wish to use the worlds secrets for their own purposes, not caring how it affects others. But somewhere in your blood, you are linked to great heroes." She went in to tell me story's of men and women who battled the Templars, such as Altair, Ezio, and Connor. There were a few others, but I won't go into detail. "But that's all in the past, and so it will stay there" she'd say.
"I was one of these assassins," Avery told me. "You fought Templars?" I asked. "No, dear. I didn't see much action in my time. My job was to ensure that the next assassin would be kept safe and well trained." It took me a moment, the I realized... "That's right," she said. It's you. Little did I know that she would be of my blood." I looked at her with questioning eyes.

"I'm your Aunt Avery."