assassin's creed imagines

Now I Understand | Alexios of Sparta

anotha one

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Today was one of the rare days in Athens where the sun was secluded behind the clouds, cooling off the city and giving relief to the crops in the Great Plains. You never had the luxury of taking a stroll through the bustling city of Democracy, you only could watch from the window of your home as the people walked by and went about their business. If you squinted hard enough, you could even see the statue of Athena (A/N: I'm 90% sure it's the statue of Athena haha) standing tall in the square, as if she was watching over the people herself and guarding the city.

"Y/N! Stop daydreaming and come help with the barley." Your mother called from downstairs, her loud voice carrying up the stairs and making you jump up and close the shudders. You hopped off your small bed situated by the window that looked over the vast landscape and held Athens in the distance. The bed was a little disheveled from where you were sitting, something you could fix later without a problem. You quickly made your way out of your room and down the stairs to your awaiting mother, a basket clutched under her arm and perched on her hip, an annoyed expression settled into her aging face.

"Sorry, mother." You apologised to her and took the basket from her, placing it in the same position she had it in just a moment ago. "You need to pay more attention, my daughter. If you daydream all the time, you will end up at the bottom of a ravine or stumbling into a Spartan camp!" Your mother scolded, her eyes all squinty and her arms flailing about. With a quick glance back to her form following yours towards the small table set up outside your house, you were quick to adjust the basket when it started to slip out of your grasp. "I'm sorry, mater. I'll pay more attention next time." You set the basket on the table, giving relief to your arms and hip after carrying the fairly heavy basket up the small path to you and your mother's farm house.

The farm was nestled into the Grecian countryside, placed directly in the middle of the trees and secluded from the rest of the world. Your mother never let you leave her sight, only when you had to use the bathroom she would let you go. On the rare occation when she had to travel into Athens to buy some supplies for the farm, she would almost threaten you to stay on the farm and not leave. She would come up with the excuse that the world was a dangerous place, and that her daughter wasn't going to be put into any danger. Athens is a dangerous city, a place not fit for you. You never really understood why she kept you hidden, but you never objected or defied her orders ad always stayed on the farm grounds and worked until she returned from her excursions.

"I couldn't bare to lose you, Y/N. You are my flower, my only daughter." Your mother came to stand in front of you and place her wrinkly hands on your cheeks, her eyes rolling over your face and admiring your beauty. A small smile graced your pink lips, your hands raising to cover hers. "I know, mater." A toothy smile made its way to your lips, causing her to smile back at you. She placed a simple kiss to your cheek and released you, walking into the house to record what she bought. You turned around and put your attention to the basket of barley, taking the bundle of the crop and walking around the small table to place it into the barley basket for mother to take care of later. You walked to the basket again and repeated the process with the second bundle, placing it into the same basket. Even though the sun was behind the clouds, the air was still hot and small wisps of hair clung to your forehead. Pushing the strands back, you figured you would have to redo your braid later on when you had the time. (A/N: if you have short hair, just imagine you have long hair for the story.) "Y/N! Fetch me some water, please." Someone called your name from the fields, causing you to turn and walk towards the plains and see who it was. One of the helots was leaning on a hoe (A/N: A FARMING TOOL GUYS) and wiping her brow, her hair clinging to her forehead similar to yours was a moment ago. You nodded when she looked up at you, turning and heading over to the barrel of lukewarm water that had been freshly poured today after being cleaned.