Assassin's Creed One-Shots and More

Memories Not Forgotten (Shay Cormac)

The gentle breeze ruffled his daughter's emerald dress and blew through her chestnut curls as she stood beside him. Her small hand interlocked with his. A silence filled the air, one that had felt uneasy, but peaceful at the same time. His brown-eyed gaze stared at the cracked gravestone. It was surrounded with some dead and wilting alyssiums and marigolds, making the grave look dull and a beacon of death and sadness. He felt uneasy, but did not want to make it known to his daughter; he had to stay strong for the two of them.

"Father?" His brown eyes had looked down beside him and were met with the familiar, but different hazel-green eyes of his daughter.

"Yes, Eleanor?" He responded with a gentle tone, too scared to speak above a whisper, thinking that he would ruin the peacefulness in this sacred place.

"Is this the place?"

"This is. "

Silence once again. Eleanor shuffled her feet, digging the tip of her boots into the dirt. She released her light grip from her father's hand and took a couple of steps closer to the grave. She turned back to face her father, "This is my mother's grave?" She asked with curiosity loomed in her voice, but to him, it sounded like she was displeased with the area and its condition.

He nodded his head, without saying a word. His heart ached when he hears a word about his late wife's resting place, it was like opening a new wound that was still healing.

"What happened to her?" She asked gently, knowing that she might strike a sensitive nerve within his heart. "Lass, you know what happened to her, I told you the story." He did indeed tell her the story, but it was not the truth. He did not want to tell her the truth for the fear that the truth might just hurt her more than give her closure to how her mother really passed.

"No father, the real story - the truth. I do not wish to hear you tell me the same old wives tale of how you think I should know how she had died." She was straight forward and very blunt with her response. Her father chuckled light-heartedly at her, which changed her facial expression from serious to confused. "Why did you laugh at me, I did not say anything funny or was intending to be funny."

"I know you weren't trying to be funny, lass. I laughed because you resemble your mother so much. Your looks and your personality are very similar, it's scary sometimes. I know you didn't know your mother too well, but I can swear that you are trying to mimic her life." He told her, as she just stood still in her place and smiled at her father. He took in her appearance. She was only 8 years of age, but would what you think that she was an adult trapped in a child's body. She had knowledge that only an explorer would have. She had her mother's big heart, but knew that one day it would become her weakness, just like it had become to her mother - that is how she had met her fate. The similarities were endless.

"Well since you really would like to know, I will tell ya, but I want you to know that this might hurt you than give you closure." He warned her one last time hoping that she would change her mind, but also so he would not have to see the images of her last moments come to the front of his mind. He was still recovering and this might break him once again.

"All I wish for is the truth."

He told her the truth, he told her how her mother was trying to be nice and take in a man that was injured on the road into Boston. She had brought him back to the home which they shared, it was an about a year after Eleanor was born. She had him rest in the parlor, but he had other plans than resting. He was a part of a secret organization and was ordered to kill her mother. He attacked her in the kitchen, with the poker that was next to the fireplace. She had put up a good fight and managed to stop his movement for a moment to get you from your room and hide you somewhere else in the house.