Chapter Two - The Frenchman, and the Native American and the Pirate Arno sat on a rooftop thinking of how he was going to carry out his latest task. How was he going to infiltrate the palace? He had to get information out of the King’s Chambers before it was uncovered. He stood up and edged out onto a nearby beam. As he prepared to perform a Leap of Faith, black spots danced in front of his vision. When he landed in the haystack he found he did not have the energy to get up and collapsed back into the hay, unconscious. Arno dreamed of his family; how his mother had left his father after she discovered he was an Assassin and how hard his father had worked to bring him up. A darker memory emerged - the day his father had been assassinated …show more content…
“Hush señor, I am not going to hurt you.” After a few seconds, the blindfold fell away from Arno’s eyes. He turned to look at the person who had spoken. He saw a man wearing a white hood staring back at him. “I assume you are an Assassin too señor, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze. I have a feeling that sleepy creature opposite you is the legendary Altair.” Arno nodded. “I am Arno Dorian and yes, I am an Assassin.” Arno cast a glance at the sleeping Altair. “What the hell did they drug him with? We cannot wait for him to wake we must plan our escape.” As Arno spoke Altair began to twitch and groan. Eventually the Syrian sat up clutching his head and muttering about a plant. Arno ignored him and looked around - he could see no way out. The now conscious Assassin eventually volunteered his name after Ezio handled the introductions. His voice was rough as he spoke. “I am Altair, a Syrian Assassin and what did I do to deserve to be stuck here?” . Edward sat down in his cabin, feet up on the desk drinking from a bottle of rum. The Jackdaw gently rocked in the wind as the sun set. After a while he had finished all of his rum and set out to find some more. As Edward was about approach the tavern two men blocked his path. They gently put a hand on …show more content…
He was about to open the door when he heard voices and they were planning to escape... Why would anyone want to escape from the adventure of a lifetime? Sighing to himself Edward opened the door only to see three people looking back at him. They wore Assassins robes too, but unlike him they lacked his weapons and handsome face. Therefore they were inferior to him. Edward took a seat as far away from the others as he could, the hangover he possessed not helping his mood. After a while the other Assassins turned their backs on him. Edward groaned and pulled his hood down further over his eyes, trying to catch some more sleep. After a while he became aware of a presence nearby. He gently lifted his hood up only to come face to face with the navy hooded Assassin from earlier. Edward had no time for this guy and grunted out a moody, “What the hell do you want?” The other Assassin noticeably sighed. “I want to know your name you moody git. I am Arno Dorian. The one with the flashy uniform is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. The moody bastard is Altair.” Altair responded to the insult by showing Arno his middle
“You no Ivan,” spoke a tall, dark young man with a think Spanish accent. He was one of the stronger-looking men from the group. Long, dark eyelashes framed his chocolate brown eyes that carried a sense of
The young man watched the sun on its daily climb. He had spent the night on the cemetery hill, waiting for the solar crimson band to peak over the horizon and start the town’s day. The warm light bounced off the snow and registered in the lad’s eyes. But in those eyes there was no warmth. A long longing wracked the rib cage of the boy and drove his heart wild with pain. The girl he loved had never show. The obelisk had been the meeting spot, but now it served as a morose marker of deceased hope.
“No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!” he said, and with that the head of the guard disappeared behind the castle
Arthur's raised brows snapped together. "You said you did not know your father. Is everything you say a
“Oh nothing just rid of him since he was in my way of becoming an Alicorn.” He menacingly smiles at Luna, “ And now it’s time to get rid of my only other enemy.”
Edward was not successful in his middle adulthood because he didn't have a strong family connection and was very lonely. Also he got divorced twice which he means he didn't things he was supposed to do and wasn't a very good person. This happened because of his business he loved so much he blinded him from his family.
“No, let me!” yells Abdul. He points his sword at the king and the assassin, and slowly walks towards them.
Edward has gone through many evolutionary changes to end up the man he is today. In order to understand exactly what went wrong, let’s examine Edward’s career.
"Eastmarch, eh?" She echoed with a laugh. "I'm flattered that you would come all this way just for me. I guess the Jarl did find out about the other crimes." She mocked, trying to buy herself some more time. She knew she couldn't fight him here, it was surrounded by guards.
“Guildmaster,” he turned to Ralan. “I recommend that you establish yourself in the Thieves Tower. You need to get to know the Captains and all of the complexities of your new position.”
“Is it really you? I mean, well I’ve been looking for you for a very long time and I-” Adeliza started
"Who is he? Where is he? Is he a zombie?" All blended into a single sound as she stepped back under the assault.
“Hmm . . . Of course. Yes, very good, very good indeed. That is precisely what I was thinking. There’s only one problem,” he hissed with such ferocity that some of those around the table sat back, afraid they would become the focus of his fury. “Who?”
“Yeah.” Gavin said dumbly. His mind raced on deciding whether to run or talk to the threatening figure which loomed uncomfortably above his head.