I loved being an assassin; it was in my blood, coursed through my veins… and shone through my blade. It was the 2012 and I was currently battling the templar’s in France…on my annual spring break no less. They had attempted to corner me but, their plans went up in smoke as I slaughtered them where they stood once before me. One detail I had failed to notice was that one had escaped my eye sight and stabbed me through my stomach with his own blade which should have killed me in an instant; or so I thought.
Somehow…some way…I appeared in a strange place. I don’t know how I got there or why I was there but, I knew for a fact that this wasn’t Marseille, France.
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D'assassiner Un CoeurFanfiction
Daniella Petite is an Assassin from present day Marseille, France so how is it that shes sent about 800 years back in to when the great Altair Ibn La’ahad roamed and why is he so…Attractive? Altair X Oc