Assassins Creed Imagines \ Preferences

(An Interesting Adventure Part 2) The Templars

"I'm related to a pirate," This caused Edward to scoff.

"Not just any pirate, lad! I sailed with the greats!" Altair covered the captain's mouth with his hand to stop him from raving further.

"We get it, Edward," Altair said, clearly frustrated based on his expression, "I'm Altair. Your long lost grandson is Connor and the child is (Y/n). If you harm her it's punishable by death."

"What is she, your daughter?" Edward jokingly asked him. Altair just glared at the pirate, having none of Edward's shit.

"No. But I found her abandoned, so therefore I've assumed that role. Quit your nonsense or I'll knock you out again and leave you here. We have a mission to fulfill." He led the way and continued walking, hand in hand with me by his side. Based on Altair and his height, I wanna say I'm about three or four feet.

"If I may, what is the mission?" Connor questioned the elite Assassin, never hindering his pace.

"To find out why we're here, including (Y/n), to scope out any Templars, and get to safety. Fighting is too much of a risk with the little one around. We'll have to avoid all threats and immediate danger. Understood?" The two family members nodded in agreement.

It made me feel kind of like a burden. But he was right. All Altair intended to keep us safe, so why did it hurt to hear those words?

Probably because it's the truth, and the truth hurts. More than expected, too. Or perhaps it was because I was a child and more gullible than before?

Again, I'd caught myself staring into an abyss of darkness while walking almost involuntarily. I automatically corrected myself, gazing up into Altair's golden eyes instead. He looked down and smiled, though mine was wider than his.

Altair is so much nicer than he is portrayed in the stories. He wasn't ruthless or scary, but sweet and compassionate. He's not cold-hearted as everyone says, but misunderstood and lonely. All he needs is a friend as astounding as he is.

Faint arguing could then be heard in the distance, to which Altair stopped the group. On instinct, I hid behind his legs.

"But Master Kenway-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, SHAY!"

"Wait, I have an idea," Edward exclaimed, whispering his plan to the other two. Altair glared daggers at him before reluctantly agreed. After they split up, they leaped into bushes, behind trees, and on top of branches, leaving me alone again.

Altair glanced at me with an expression full of hope and said:

"Yell as loud as you can, (Y/n),"

We held eye contact for a few seconds before I gathered enough courage to act out the order. I knew my protectors had it under control, but I was scared nonetheless.

I screamed, and it had a surprising resemblance to an animal in pain. The arguing ceased and was replaced by footsteps growing closer.

"Oh my Lord, Haytham, it's a child," An Irish man spoke, grabbing my waist and holding me tight. From the bushes, I heard Altair lowly growl at the strangers. Thankfully, they didn't pick up on his protesting.

"Master Kenway, it's just a mere child. What shall we do, sir?" The Irish asked his supposed master.

"I don't know..." Haytham said while Shay was checking me out to make sure it wasn't a trap or anything. They were so stupid, the duo failed to see that it was, missing all the vital clues and all. How could they not be wondering why I was somewhat clothed? Idiots...

I glared at the Irishman and crossed my arms the best I could. I then averted my gaze to the bush where Altair was hiding, signaling I was becoming uncomfortable.

He took my hint and appeared behind me, ready to stab the guy's arm at will. Connor held his blade to his father's throat, and Edward....well, Edward just kind of stared at his son with sheer confusion and disappointment. He crossed his arms, frowned, and shook his head in humiliation.

"Let her go," Altair grumbled, still apparently upset that they laid their hands on me. Damn, he was such a dad. Shay smirked, arms continuing to me over the ground.

"Poor choice of words, mate," Shay then loosened his grip on me, causing me to fall to the ground. I landed on my feet, though it sent surges of pain through my body. I heard Altair gasp as I yelped in pain. Moments later, he tackled Shay to the ground, fist raised and about to murder him. Edward leaped to my aid, scooping me up and carrying me a few feet away from the scene where chaos was about to break loose.

"You better tell me who you are before I change my mind and kill you, bastards!" Altair yelled, obviously furious for what he's done to his adoptive child. Which is understandable. Shay scoffed.'

"You can't already tell? We're Templars, you retarded Assassin!" Shay retorted, laughing in Altair's face. I almost feel sorry for what his wrong move is gonna cost him...

"You're a sick fuck, doing that to a child. My child. You'll pay. I swear it." Altair commented before standing up and tying up both the Templar's hands to make sure they can't hurt me again. Or, you know, just because.