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Personal Quote: "Fear only comes from lack of faith."
AC -Slow Fever Ch1-Chapter 1: NightmaresAC -Slow Fever Ch1- by kiu-lung
He had not seen so much as tracks for the past week, and as the storm closed low upon him, the hunter stood motionless upon the invisible border that the sachem had drawn. Nothing concrete marked it; yet the boundary shone clear to his memory, rang in his mother’s stern tone. His people did not dare tempt fate, not with so many souls lost after crossing too close to the King’s cities.
Still, the full quiver upon his back stung him, and he only hesitated briefly before pushing forward into the settled lands.
He lifted his steps through the snow, taking every precaution not to disturb the predators that lay here. There had never been doubt that those of the tribes were being stolen away - indeed, not always unwillingly.
As winter clawed them all, entire families had sighed and stepped hollow-eyed into the mad King’s reach. Hearsay warned that servitude was all that awaited them, but surely anything was better than watching their children starve.
AC -Conflict Without Ch1-Chapter 1: Never AgainAC -Conflict Without Ch1- by kiu-lung
It had been many months since his feet had felt this path, his lungs this air, but his very spirit remembered every detail of the landscape. The gentle slope of the valley tilted him back into its embrace as if he were a lost child; and perhaps he was one. The wolf within him ran Kanatahseton's forests with an assured step, bounding between fallen timbers and crags as if it had never left, but Connor's thoughts were turned inwards, away.
He was no longer the boy that had left this valley, not after he had taken up the Creed of his Order, and the burden of its cowl and promises. The blades he knew well, the obligations even better. It seemed even now he could hear the voice of his mentor - and that of a hundred ages of Assassins before him - preaching of a responsibility to humanity.
Though Connor resolutely carried that weight, and eagerly set on the chance for all to be free, the whisper of a different voice ever clung to him. He knew - had always known - that t
AC -Siphon-"Come on, Desmond, let's see what you can remember."AC -Siphon- by kiu-lung
The voice was like a splash of chill water, a waking from a pleasant dream. Desmond groaned inwardly as the calm landscape within the Animus began to fade, the buildings and seas of Forli shattering slowly into vague colors and cold lines of light. Ezio, having just boarded the ship to Venice, looked back a little distractedly as if to watch his descendant reluctantly slip away from the scene.
Desmond shifted his arm out of the device's mechanism as the warehouse hideout rematerialized around him, feeling a slight itch as he pulled the needle free from his skin. Lucy was standing over him, a half-smile upon her face, her eyes betraying both light-heartedness and caution.
Perhaps she herself didn't realize it, but Desmond could remember that expression from since he had been incarcerated in Abstergo, that face that both attempted to hearten him, yet remained wary of his reactions. Back then, the memories of danger and blades had not a