#fourquestions

I find memories to be haunting; don’t you?

✈ - an eye-opening memory

      Yourfather’s laying dead next to you. You thought him IMMORTAL. Youcommended him as a hero. Your hero. Your sun &your stars. Your ship. Your ocean. You &himshared a language as boys &their fathers tend to do, but now he’s dead. He’s dead &you don’t have time to grieve. &youdon’t have time to say ’ I love you. ’ &you don’t have time to hug him one more time. To have him ruffle yourhair &tellyou one of his marvelous tales.

Yousniffle when you reach for the sword. This is where your quest forvengeance begins. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t deserve this.There’s a fire in your eyes when you defend your mother from herassailant. You’re young, but your father taught you well. Sharpenedmetal sinks in. You hear the fellow choke on himself &fallslike E. Kenway. Down for the count. This happened &it made you the man you are today. It’seasy to kill, you realize, when you wear the blood of another man.

In1744, Haytham Kenway becomes a Templar. At nineteen, Haytham acceptshis fate. The possibility of becoming an assassin, living in hisfather’s footsteps, is a fleeting notion. Reginald Birch commands forhim to stand.He’s a man now, preparing for his search for meaning. Preparing topolish his guns &sharpen his blades for a targetthat defies their Order. Expectantly, Haytham holds his head up high.Looks ahead into the uncertaintyof the future.

     ’Doyou swear to uphold the principles of our Order &all that for which we stand?’

Thering glimmers &gleams in Reginald’s hand. It resembles a bandin which Haytham finds himself wedded to a cause. His eyes reflectthe ocean’s calm before the storm. Saying nothing,saying everything.His body sways in this moment, not from anxiety, but in anticipationof the moment.

                                                           ❝Ido,❞Haytham says.

                      ’&never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?’

                                                            ❝Ido,❞he parrots.

                                  ’&to do so from now until death? Whatever the cost? ’

                                    ❝Ido,❞he repeats himself, an unfeeling automaton.

       ’Thenwe welcome you into our fold, brother. Together we will usher in thedawn of a NewWorld.One defined by purpose &order. Lend me your hand.’

text meme

⚠ - An emergency text

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem that way.”