Chapter 2

“You're absolutely precise, Ezio,” She murmured. “And yet again, Evageleyne marks me on the checkboard of preciseness!” Ezio looked amused, Eva didn’t. “Real slick, Ezio,” She narrowed her void eyes at him. “Ah, C’mon, Eva!” He shoved her a tiny bit. “Lad, I just want to get my household back on it’s feet, I want my clan and creed to be permitted,” Her Irish accent kicked in. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got belongings to clasp, and clan members to attend to,” She plummeted to a nearby tree, swiftly holding onto a scant branch. Her hands nearly slithered off the misty, slippery branch. She hurriedly hauled herself up, putting on her onyx, livid, inklike, Hood over her tan, chestnut, sepia hair, and took off.

Less than a few minutes later, She returned to her demolished household. She scarcely noticed it, she didn’t even know if this was her home. “Father?” She called out.

She moved chunks and portions of her residence to the side. Bricks and lumber, ingots and personal items. Her hand seized a metal prickler, she retreated her hand back, as her eye entangled on a polished, slick, sparkling object, next to the metal prickler that her hand seized. “Father, W-What is this?” She called out for her ancestor. No acknowledgement. It was a copperish gold, with chisels encrusting into the item. The object had a shine to it, it also looked very similar to an elliptical void. Her eyes were stuck upon the circular object, as her hand gently and slowly, gripped the object in hand. Eva stroked the dust off the enchanted, delightful, gorgeous object. Her hand slowly polished the side of the object, wondering what this was. Her father conveyed of a so called, ‘Apple Of Eden’ perhaps this was it.

“This is too unsafe to have it here, I need to associate all my belongings, and return to Jerusalem, where Malik can benefit me,” She gingerly discoursed to herself. “But how do I get there,” Her voice trailed off, as she twisted to the left, then to the right. “I need to get to Malik, before Ezio detects my absence,” She vocalized.

She took a couple steps, before hearing a synchronized voice. That accent tinkled a bell in her mind, reaching back deep into her memories. “There’s always assassins on this land, Find them before I have you jacked up on ropes, hanging to your death!” The male spoke to two men in redcoats. Eva hauled up her hood over her sepia hair. “You’re gonna be the death of me!” She softly whispered at the Golden void. She still did not understand what it was.

She took a glance at the man. A elderly, ancient, venerable, cinnamon-coloured, robe he had on, along with gingerish, amber knee-height boots on. His eyes were a shadowy, bronze colour, his hair was the same colour. His sly smirk was the only thing that kept him from getting hung, it only painted up his neglectable actions. Eva snarled quietly, as she began to notice, she got lost in her anxiety. The redcoats were no longer in her sight, they’ve moved.

She needed to get Malik, swiftly, but quietly.

Later that evening..

Eva was discarded in front of two Jerusalem guards, that protected the civilization. “She’s here to see Malik Al-Sayf and Altair Ibn-La’A’had,” One delivered to the two in front of Eva. She got back up on her feet, flicking off the leftover dust that her robe had collected. “Ibn-La'Ahad went to Havana to follow Talal, but You can see Al-Sayf,” The Two guards seized her, taking her to the fellow librarian.

“Good Afternoon, Al-Sayf,” A guard greeted Malik, most overly. “Safety and Peace, Malik,” Eva groaned, but crammed the guards back, away from her. Her expression was displeased, enraged, and irritated. She leaned over the davenport that Malik was behind, Her voice softened, “Listen Malik, get these wardens outta here, I think I got an article of an elliptical void you might recognize,” She wore a sly remark. Malik’s gestures shooed the wardens away, as they both trudged out, Eva looked any which way in the room. “Where’s Ibn-La'Ahad?” She snarled. “Havana,” Malik replied quickly. “I was just there, the pirates seized our assets, and shattered our metropolis,” Eva conversed. Malik swiftly grabbed a novel off his mantelpiece, and flipped to a aimless page. “It says here, there is a ‘Apple Of Eden’ that Desmond Miles has secluded for a lifetime,” He was too busy being a bookworm. Eva whistled delicately, “That’s why I’m present,” She admired Malik. “You have it, alongside you?!” Malik slapped his hands down on the davenport, starring Eva right into her voids. “That’s why I need Ibn-La’A’had present,” She rolled her black and white blinders. “If you have it alongside you, where’s Desmond?” He interrogated. “Don’t know, I was purifying my devastation called a residence, and established this,” She hauled out the Golden Void, she didn’t recognize. The golden sphere glistened and shined in Eva’s grip. Malik was astonished, his eyes enlarged. “H-How, How did Desmond get this?!” Malik aforesaid. “He conveyed about this for an admirable era, Father disclosed if anytime I get this, I would have to conserve this for the remnants of my generation,” Her eyes quenched a bit, setting her to blink. “Where is Desmond at?” Malik inquired. “No conception out of my instinct,” Eva rattled. Her optics gawked at Malik.

The glorious, golden, shine shone in Malik’s eyes, as he focused on the void. His hands gradually came up, to caress the golden vortex. “Go see Ratonhnhaké:ton about this, He’ll know what to do..after all, his father and grandfather did everything in their power to find and saver this,” He finished, as Malik gently set the Apple back in her hands. “So I came all the way to Jerusalem for just someone’s name?!” Eva blurted out, smirking. “Ratonhnhaké:ton, He’s not someone to mess with, Evageleyne. He’s a big guy for a little girl like you,” Malik teased. “Ey, stop your goddamn slashing!” Eva hissed. “I’m 5’1..I’m tall for a twenty-year-old,” She crossed her arms, pouting. “Just go before I change my mind,” Malik finished off. As Eva walked a few steps, then sighed. “Where is this ‘Ratonhnhaké:ton’?” Eva asked. “Boston. His false name is Connor Kenway. Son of The Templar King, Haytham Kenway. His Mentor is Achilles Davenport. You find Achilles, You find Connor. Find Haytham? You find Connor IMMEDIATELY..Now Go on, Evageleyne.” She nodded at Malik and sent out for Boston.