Target of His Heart .:Chapter XI:.Two Weeks Later...June 9, 1191Cynthia's POVThe sun's bright rays beat against my lightly tanned cheeks, causing me to stir and groan. After a moment, I slowly began to awaken from my deep slumber. Opening my forest green eyes slightly, I found myself staring absently at the dark colored ceiling high above me, staring at the small, barely noticeable marks that marred it. I was surprised that I was able to see them from how far I was, but did not pay much attention to them very much. After another brief moment of staring into the nothingness that was my ceiling, I began rubbing my eyes a bit, only to be blinded by the light entering in fr
Target of His Heart .:Chapter X:.Later That Night...Cynthia's POV"Oh! I cannot find a way through this city," I groaned with frustration, glaring at a map of Jerusalem that I had stolen from Abel's quarters while he was away. Altaïr simply sat next to me, staring at the map from over my should rather intently, as if he were searching for something. "This map is not telling me anything at all!"Night time had, once again, arrived rather quickly to me, and just like every other night, I was on the rooftop with Altaïr. This time, though, we had much more important things to figure out instead of our usual night time reminiscing as we had done in the past. Tonight
The Broken Dove .:Prologue:.Richard the Lionheart silently paced about his room, his hands folded behind his back and his mind reminiscing of everything. His head remained low in deep thought as well as a bit of depression. No expression was written on his face – he was much too distracted to even attempt to make any sort of emotion – as he kept pacing about in his room, trying to collect his thoughts and make sense of them before coming to a conclusion. So many things had happened so fast in the past few months that really made an impact on him and everyone around the city, and lately he had been distracted from it all to do...well, anything to actually fix
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