As many of fathers friends, business partners, and their families strolled inside and I sighed lightly. Arno still hadn't returned even though I knew he was fast enough to make it to the ball since he'd done it before.
I stood off to the side of the room next to my aunt. My Aunt Allison was a short plump cheery woman who would talk to just about anything or anyone. She has long curly red hair with white flowers adorning her gown and her bun.
Currently she was talking to a man very similar looking to her other than he had little grey hair and a full beard sort of how I pictured Santa Claus when I was younger. Time ticked by and the house was nearly filled with guests just about everywhere.
A few men asked me to dance and I politely turned them down until Aunt Allison pulled me aside. "Lilliana you're supposed to be having fun. You love dancing, don't you?" She questioned looking at me and I sighed.
"I guess but Arno isn't back yet, I'm worried about him." I said softly lightly folding my arms looking down a bit saddened or rather worried or maybe both showing on my face.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon dear but next time a guy asked you to dance you should go and have some fun." She said rather loudly with a smile and I sighed and nodded before she walked off.
After a few minutes a man probably a few years older than me asked me to dance and I accepted. We walked out where other people were dancing and began as well. He was more graceful than he looked since he only stepped on my foot once or twice instead of multiple times.
"My name is Pierre Bellec you must be the pretty young lady Arno won't quit talking about." The older man said with a smile as we danced along making me look up at him a bit shocked.
"You know Arno? Have you seen him today he was supposed to be back by now?" I asked looking up at him having hints of worry in my voice and he smiled.
"Don't worry the pisspot is around here somewhere." He said again and I inferred that pisspot was Arno but Pierre made me a bit less worried since he seemed to know Arno.
"What are you doing here?" I heard a whispered harsh yet familiar voice from behind me and looked to see it was Arno making me smiled.
"Arno you're back! I was starting to get worried" I let go of Pierre to hug Arno but the older man held onto me a bit tighter making me tense a bit and glare at him.
"Now time for the show to begin." Pierre said before I felt a sharp pain in my side like something had stabbed me like a needle right where the older mans hand was as he loosened his grip I began to feel numb and dizzy. I stumbled a bit closing my eyes for a second before feeling myself fall just before I was caught by someone behind me most likely Arno.
I also heard small things hitting the ground before what sounded like gas leaking out of something and some screams from different guests. I opened my eyes from time to time only seeing dull smoke and the faint outlines of people with one particular pair sword fighting.
Now that you mention it when I looked at Arno his clothing had changed. He was now wearing a blue and red coat with a hood instead of his usual work clothing. Since I was sitting on something I guessed when Arno caught me he set me down or maybe he didn't and the floor just caught me.
I fluttered my eyes open to hear Pierre slightly, "Don't worry Lilliana. Im not here to kill you, no, but your dad is a completely different story on the other hand." I heard him snicker before I heard footsteps and Arno yelling with a few clinking sounds familiar to what swords hitting each other sound like with small sparks showing through the smoke and fleeing people.
I slowly brought my hand to my side before feeling something sharp move making me yelp feeling a cold metal object piercing my skin. I slowly pulled it out whimpering a bit looking at it to see it was a blade as long as my index finger with my blood covering it for the most part. I smelled something coming from the blade which I recognized as a type of poison often used as medicine.
That was just before I dropped the blade and my arm as my body went numb again and my eyes closed fading into the darkness.
'I can't figure out what he meant by he wasn't going to kill me but my father...wait...NO don't kill him!' I thought to myself as I was running inside my dream toward something on the ground surrounded in Crimson.
'Father!!! No!!!!'
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Assassin's Creed: Secrets
NezařaditelnéLilliana was born the daughter of a pirate but raised by a noble French family. She was always a very free natured girl but could only express it when the French nobleman who took her in isn't paying attention. One night when she was eleven years ol...
