La Fraternité De L'Assassin

For years

I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker's curse for those I hurt.

Yet here I am...

With riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home.

Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I've run...

There's not a man or woman that I love left standing beside me.

For years

I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker's curse for those I hurt.

Yet here I am...

With riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home.

Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I've run...

Arno Victor Dorian (born 1768) + Assassin’s Creed: Unity by Oliver Bowden

An Unfinished Life read it here: Chapter One - The Goat Killer

Kephallonia, Thargelion  435 BC

“You don’t understand, Kassandra. This idea is  genius.” Markos threw his hands out to the side in a show of excitement. He was a short man, with a round belly and the most gullible face Kassandra had ever seen.

She leaned back against the cool house wall. Markos’s idea of genius more often than not got her mixed up in some fairly precarious situations. And now the man wanted to pose as a businessman who had muscle for hire.

“Markos, what muscle do you have? There’s only fat on that body.”

Laughing he motioned with his hands towards her as if he was presenting the next Olympic champion. “Not me, you Kassandra!”

“Me?” She jerked her head backwards staring at him.

“Yes, you, look at how strong you are.” Markos’s head bobbed up and down as he agreed with himself. “I saw you fight that bear the other week.”

“That was a goat, Markos.” She pointed her whole hand at him in frustration.

“And what a vicious, powerful goat it was! And we even got our first job.”