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The Target of His Heart (An Assassin's Creed Fanfic) by SRN713
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[Book I of the "Millennia of Fate" Fanfic Series] Born and raised as a Templar, Cynthia Richard was forced into an arranged marriage to a young English noble named Abel. She realized that he was unfit to rule the Kingdom, seeing him as a greedy, power hungry man who only cared for himself. It was the complete opposite of what her father, Richard the Lionheart, had seen in him. Thinking of her people, she did everything she could to expose Abel for who he was and put a stop to the wedding. To no avail. Unable to get through to her own father and even the people she always looked after, Cynthia made a plan to escape her wedding. However, before she could successfully escape, she encounters Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the Assassin who was sent to assassinate her on the day of her wedding. Truths will unfold, friendships will be tested, risks will be taken, and Cynthia will be forced to make a decision between the Templars in which she has followed so blindly and the Assassins who fight with the same morals she has. Her decision will change her life, and the lives of others, in the months and years to come. [AltaïrOC; Watty 2013]
Temporarily a Maid by cuterimachan
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"Weapon", "Dangerous" and "Lethal" is what they call me. A worthless object made by the Japanese government to regain 'Power'. I'm neither human nor animal but a "Human weapon". I was born on an operating table in a laboratory; "Project E" was the first words I heard. I have no feelings as people say but to be honest I don't know what they are. The Japanese government made me for one purpose and that was to protect wealthy families. I have visited the outside world many times but I have never understood the true meanings of "Reality." I am deathly, I am lethal and I am invincible and therefore I sit in this empty cell where the light does not reach me. The darkness crowds me and yet I am not afraid but sit here on my bed and listen to the screams echo in my cell from the room next door.