Assassins Creed: Revival

Prologue 2

Pain. It was happening across all 32 states in the district of the United States. Thousands if not millions of slaves had been suffering in America. They were beaten, starved, raped, even killed. On hot summer days they'd be given barely any water or breaks. It was even illegal for them to go to school and have an education. They had been treated far worse than animals for Christ sake. The Northern States in America however had abolished slaves from 1774 to 1804. The Southern States however kept the institution of slavery vital.

Missouri, 1842. A young African American boy had been working in the fields. It was a hot summer day and he was exhausted. He was 10 years old and sweating like a man in a heatwave wearing a full tuxedo. He had a dirty white shirt, rugged, trousers, curly hair, and now shoes. This was simply no way to treat a child African American or Caucasian.

The boy had gone up to a man managing the slaves. The man looked like a southern states soldier. He had a grey uniform, a rugged hat to provide shade for his face. He had been on a high horse as he looked down at the slaves with a whip in his hand. "Excuse me," the boy had said to the soldier kindly. "I'm really thirsty. Could I have a drink of water?" With that said the Southern soldier had whipped the poor boy with a metal rod.

"Are you outta your mind boy?" the soldier said. "You got some nerve to stop working and asking me for a drink of water. Do you think your special boy?"

"No sir," whimpered the poor child.

"Good. Just for that there will be no dinner for you tonight. Let that be a lesson boy." As the boy had gone back to work the soldier had whipped every last one of the slaves telling them to work faster or there won't be any food for any of them tonight or for tomorrow's breakfast. 

The child was an orphan. His parent's had been sentenced to death for having a child without any of the owners knowing. Given this the boy hadn't been given a name and was just called "boy". Growing up the boys had met a man named Will. Will had been the closest thing to a father to the child. He even called him "pa". He wore no shirt, no shoes, rugged trousers, and suspenders. His skin had been darker than the boy's skin because of his all work and no breaks throughout the Spring and Summer months. This had given him a muscular physique however.

"That was a bad idea Boy," said Will. "You should know better than to ask for a break. May as well ask we can have homes of our own or a decent life."

"I'm sorry Pa," said Boy. "I just thought I could get a quick drink."

"Well at least you didn't mean nothing by it. I can't blame you fully. You're a kid. You don't belong here any more than we do. Now listen good you hear? When it's night, I want y'all to run towards the woods north of here. Don't look back ever. Got that?"

"Okay Pa," said Boy. He then hugged Will from where he was. "I'll miss you Pa."

"I'll miss you too," said Will. Just then the soldier had whipped both of them several times. "Back to work negros," said the soldier. "What the hell's the matter with y'all?"

Soon it had been night. The slaves had been in separate cabins that were equally small. Some of the African American slaves had to share the same bed with one another and risk the kids getting chicken-pox, and the adults getting small-pox as there hadn't been enough beds for everyone. Will had helped Boy pack his stuff and told him to run for the woods. Giving their goodbyes and one last hug, and out through the window he went. Running he had made it and began his journey to Illinois.

The journey had been tough. Boy had to live on animals and vegetation. He had done some of the basic survival methods and followed the Mississippi River. Committing petty theft he had stolen a bucket from a cottage using it to collect water when it rained. At one point he had stopped to rest. He cleared his mind trying to find peace. He had been forced to do hard labor all his life. Resting like this without being whipped or such felt...good. 

As he listened to the sounds of nature he had heard a loud road. As he opened his eyes he had seen an American black bear was running towards him. Quickly he had sprinted through the woods. The bear had began to gain on him. He was gonna have to do something as he was incapable fighting off a bear at his age. As he ran he had seen the branch of a tree approaching him. Quickly thinking he leaped clinging onto the branch with his arms. As he swung he turned around on the branch to kick the bear.

As he climbed up he saw the bear whimper and run away. Boy had no idea what came over him. It was as if he had an instinct telling him to do what he just did. A sixth sense even. He didn't know it, but he was the descendant of the American Brotherhood Grand Master. And so with this he had scaled the tree branch. Now standing he had leaned on the tree trunk looking out into the horizon.