Life of a Pirate Chapter 2
An hour out at sea, a cry came out from the lookout. "Sail off the port bow!" Edward and I exchanged a look.
"How many?" I called back, hoping for some good news.
"Three....they're King's vessels!" The lookout cried and I groaned.
"What did you steal this time?" I asked, not amused by this turn of events. Edward looked at me for a moment and shrugged.
"Nothing they didn't need." He said, pulling out a large gem. I glared at him. "What, don't they have enou-" The first cannon sounded and he pushed me onto the deck. I cursed quietly and he laughed. "Battle positions!" He yelled, and I scrambled, keeping as low a profile as possible as I went to grab my bow and quiver of arrows.
"How close?" I yelled.
"300 yards!" Came the response. "Inside firing range!" I nodded and ran to meet Edward. I jumped onto the side of the boat, using the balls of my feet to stay on.
Life of a Pirate Chapter 1
I sat on the high ridge of a cliff, looking down into the clam blue waters of the ocean. The wind blew through the trees behind me, making the tree leaves shake with a shh shh noise that I always preferred over the crashing of waves over the side of the boat I lived on.
Didn't I tell you? I was a pirate, and lived on the same boat as Edward Kenway, and we were both trained by assassins. I learned as much as I could with the new weaponry they used, but I had always preferred my bow and knives, the guns.
Our ship sat a few feet away from the shore, and i smiled at the thought of getting on the thing, and riding out into the open water. The Jackdaw, as the spin was named, had been home to me for a long while-since I was small-but nevertheless, the others still treated me like a member of the crew.
"You scallywag girl!" I heard called up, and I looked down, still lost in my thoughts. "We're leaving soon, with or without you!" I
Coming Undone Epilogue
I woke up on the Animus, the glass going down into the side of the machine. Lucy Stillman's face was staring into mine and I sat up.
"How long was I in there?" I asked, looking around and rubbing my eyes. I saw Desmond looking at me, and I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You where in there for three hours." Desmond said. "It was pretty cool."
Lucy and I stared at him. "Are you ok, Andrea?" She asked me and I nodded.
"A little frazzled about the whole going into the past thing." I answered. "But isn't Desmond Altair's descendant?" I asked. "What does that mean if we're both his descendants? "
Lucy looked at me. "Then we may have a big problem on our hands."
My name is Andrea Summers. I am an assassin, born and raised to follow our creed: Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent, hide in plain sight, and do not compromise the brotherhood.
Coming Undone Chapter 8
I ran into the streets, and noticed something strange. The people were not acting like themselves. It looked like they were under some sort of trance. I heard the clash of metal on metal coming from the fortress and I ran in that direction.
I ran past the guards and into the courtyard, where I saw Altair fight other assassins. I pulled out my blade and joined the fight, stabbing one in the back. I looked down sadly at the novice. "Rest in peace." I whispered. I pulled the wax from my ears and went to hug Altair, when my movements stopped. I groaned, struggling against the invisible force holding me in place.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" The Masters sneering voice said, and I realized how much I had hated that voice. "Altair's little pet come to save him!"
"Let us go and fight like a man!" I challenged. "Or are you scared, Master? Or should I even call you that?" He walked towards me and cupped my chin in
Coming Undone Chapter 7
I shook my head. I didn't want to relive that crazy ass. dream. "It was just a dream. Like the ones a get everynight." I said, dodging the question.
"Not every night." Altair countered. "I remember you only getting them after a kill." Malik nodded, obviously agreeing with him.
"I'm not reliving that dream!" I said, my voice squeaky. I stood up, but nearly fell over, but Altair caught me and sat me on the bed.
"Then your not going anywhere until you do." He said. I glared up at him.
"Fine," I said, huffing. "In my dream..."
After I had retold my dream, they stared at me. "So your mother told you..?" Malik asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded.
"I don't know what that damned black cloud was though." I said falling back onto the bed.
"Maybe its your past?" Altair suggested, but Malik shook his own head.
"No, it c
Assassin Bio: Animus File #01
Accessing File Code #01, Amelia Ibn-La'Ahad
Name: Amelia Ibn-La'Ahad
Occupation: Master Assassin
Born: April 29, 1164
Death: September 5, 1231
Marital Status: Single (Is married later in story)
Kids: Luna and Kadar Altair (Malik named the boy)
Extra Features: A scar running down the length of her back
Altair-Great friend, and husband, though she wished that he was less aggorgant
Malik and Kadar Al-Sayf- Both are really good friends. Amelia felt the loss of Kadar at Solomon's Temple as badly as Malik.
Coming Undone Chapter 6
"Amelia....Amelia....wake up!" I opened my eyes slowly to see Altair's nervous looking face staring at me. I blinked a few times and looked around. I was in the medical wing of Maysaf, and nurses and healers were walking around, taking care of patients and just talking. I felt something cool on my forehead, and reached up to feel a cool rag on it. My throat felt parched and I coughed, wanting water. Altair put a water skin to my lips and I sipped on it.
"Why did you tell her?" I heard Altair ask Malik. He shrugged. "Well, you had better remember, Malik, because she could have hurt herself!"
"And I would not have let that that happen!" I heard Malik snap back. His voice seemed to ring in my head and I groaned loudly. They looked at me and lowered their voices so I couldn't hear them any more. I sighed, and closed my eyes.
In my dream I was running away from a black cloud. It spread out on all sides and it seemed impossible to escap
Coming Undone Chapter 5
"Work?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Al Mualim nodded and held up a scroll.
"The names of nine men adorn this paper. Plague bringers and those who profit from the war." He said, and Altair and I glanced at each other. "They make sure that the Crusades continue. By killing these men, you will sow the seeds of peace, not only in the region, but in Altair as well."
"Nine lives in exchange for mine?" Altair asked. The Master nodded.
"That seems to be a fair exchange, wouldn't you agree, Amelia?" He asked, looking at me. I raised my hands in surrender.
"I guess, if you say so." I said.
"I do. Any questions?"
Altair shook his head. "Only where we begin." The Master chuckled and I raised an eyebrow at Altair. He shrugged.
"Go after a man named Tamiar. He profits from selling weapons to the Saracens. Amelia, go talk to Malik. He'll have your task." The Master nodded. "I'
The Busy Buzzing Bee (UnMagiced!MaltzarXOC) Emily Wilson glanced to her right at the reddish haired teenager-she had decided that he was a teenager, he didn't look much older than fifteen-and smiled. The boy was looking around at all the sights and smells of Caraway town, where they sat, enjoying their lunch.
"So, Maltzar," She said, and the boy looked up at the mention of his name. People were walking past where the two sat, some waving at the pretty Ranger and her company. She had engaged in an interesting conversation that Maltzar had gotten to join in on about a farmer losing his prized chickens. "How are you enjoying staying with a Ranger. I know I haven't been around much, so I'm trying to-"
Maltzar laughed. "Do you think I'm a little girl?" He asked, smiling to make sure Emily had gotten the implied message. "Its fine. I've actually only been in a cabin once before. Its new."
A knight paused next to their table. "Is that who I think it is?" He asked, sitting do