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Pitch Black looked around his dismal cave, and for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed. He had been trapped in there for a year and a half now, never forgetting the people who had put him there. The Guardians-as he knew them as, humans were a completely different story-the people who protected children's hopes and wonders. He muttered something about them under his breath and turned to look at the room.
It was a dismal place, dark and depressed, and it reflected his mood. Although the fire in the grate opposite him burned cheerfully, it did little to dispel the chill in the air. He looked at it for a moment, debating on whether to keep it burning or not, then decided to leave it the way it was.
His black hair went into his eyes, and he pushed it back into place with a grey-black hand. He needed an ally. And he knew exactly were to get one.
Baby, everyday your training to get the gold....
Jade Evans looked around her as she jogged in the early morn
Life of a Pirate Chapter 3 The next day, I was over the shock of losing conciseness in my ancestor's body and was ready to go back onto the Animus. Desmond was concerned that what happened the day before might happen again, but I brushed him off, and lay back down. The glass slid back into place, and there was a flash of white, then I was back in Ariana's body...
When I regained conciseness, I was chained to a wall, my weapons removed from my body, and in a cell. My hands were numb, so I thought that had been there for a while now, and that's when I heard voices.
"Sir! She's awake!" One said.
"About time." Another said, standing in front of my cell. The man, obviously the captain, wore a blue jacket and blue pants. He had dress shoes on, and an ever-present smirk. He unlocked the door, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He cupped my chin in his hand and pulled out a rag. "Go ahead and yell. Edward Kenwa
Magic Within (Maltzar X Scared!Emily)Emily glanced out across the cold lands that had been made her home quickly. The Mountains of Rain and Night, once home to her father, the former Lord Morgarath, who had died in the second war, had become her place of self exile. She didn't want to face Maltzar knowing what he knew.
Maltzar. She smiled at the thought of his name. Maybe he wouldn't care.
But what if he did? What if he hated her now? She glanced at the black walls of her palace and was shocked to notice frost coating it. She backed up, scared, and turned towards the fire that cheerfully lit the corner of the room.
Her black eyes shone with unshed tears, and she wiped her hand on them quickly. She couldn't cry. Not now. Not ever.
She took a step towards the fire, and looked at her surroundings.
She had quickly made this place seem more homey after she had ran here, getting rid of things that brought back bad memories. Only one item of any purpose to her father was there: a black obsidion crow
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
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