Desiree's POV
"We're so close!" I call as we gallop down the streets.
"Good!" Arno replies.
We gallop a little longer before I stop the caravan.
"Alright, dismount and tie up your horses here. Roberto is close," I say.
Everyone leaves their horses tied up and follow me down the street towards Roberto's base.
A group of his men see us and start running at us, and the simultaneous sound of hidden blades being unleashed echoes in my ears.
I stab one guy, and I can see the other assassins fighting.
As I fight, I hear a groan and a thud from behind me. I turn and see a templar fall to the ground and Edward beside me.
"He almost got you," he says. I'm shocked for a moment before grinning.
"Thanks for saving me."
Edward returns my smile and stabs another templar.
"Anytime, Desiree."
When all the templars are dead, we continue on our way towards Roberto's camp.
When we run into more templars, they quickly meet their end.
"Is that his camp?" Alessia asks. I nod.
"Yes."
A large area is covered by tents, their thick cloth walls fluttering in the wind. I smile and look at my hidden blades.
"It's time."
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Freedom's Blade
FanfictionDesiree Miglia is an assassin living in 15th century Italy. She loves freedom and what she does for a living, which is killing templars. But what happens when she meets some other assassins that change her view on everything and makes her feel som...
