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The Bright Side of The Moon - Part 3When I opened the sewers’ gate near the Den again, the sun had already set on the horizon. My nose was throbbing and I was stumbling to my “home”.The Bright Side of The Moon - Part 3 by AkumaAuditore
I entered the entrance yard to find out it was empty. Not the “late night” empty; the “something’s odd” kind of empty. I looked for suspicious activity through the corner of my eyes, but didn’t detect anything. Still alert, I walked towards the door to the Den and put my hand on the doorknob when I heard someone whistle nearby. I turned around abruptly and spotted a washed-out white hood in a nearby bush. I crouched to it and someone pulled me inside.
- Don’t say anything. – whispered a voice with an Italian accent.
- What’s going on? – I whispered back, trying to take a peek at whatever was out there.
- There’s been some lively activity from the Assassins here, it caught the attention of the Templars. – the Assassin sighed – Are you assigned to t
The Bright Side of The Moon - Part 2The Bright Side of The Moon - Part 2 by AkumaAuditore
When I got back to the den that night, everyone was getting ready to sleep. I quietly climbed up to my bed in the bunk beds’ room, and hoped no one would say a thing. I was nearly falling asleep when my bunk mate whispered:
- They say you only become a true Assassin when you lose someone dear.
My eyes shot open and I realized when I sat up I was shaking violently. I slid my fingers through my dark black hair, which was starting to get a little long. It already covered my whole ears, forehead and back of the neck. Maybe I should get Farah to cut it…
I heard a sigh from below and sighed myself. I lied down again and turned to the wall, closing my eyes to the cruelty of this twisted, broken world.
“Ari, c’mon, we’ll be late!”
Farah? Wait, is this a dream? It’s all too bright…
“Geez, don’t just stand around! Let’s go, it’ll be dark soon!”
Farah’s figure appeared before me
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