1802: location unknown…”Where am I? Where's Emil?!” Aaron thought, ejecting his hidden blade out, then back in. “Well, at least I know this thing still works.” He looked up at the walls surrounding him and saw there was an opening at the top. “Let's try and get out ah here. shall we?” he said to himself, jumping towards the wall and putting his fingers and feet into every crack and crevice he could find, as he made his way up the wall only one thing was in his mind, where was Emil? Could he have been captured or even killed? Aaron thought. I can't think about these things right now. I have to focus on getting out of here. 

When he reached the top he could finally see where he was. He was in Havana. The pirate central of the world. At least it was about 30 years ago. He climbed up even higher to get a better look at his surroundings.“How did I get here?” he said with a long pause. Then he realized he still had his hidden blade “I wonder why they didn't take this. Yet they took everything else, Maybe they want me to try and escape. It does make sense that there wasn’t anything covering the hole I was in. Well If  they do, they know where to find me.” Aaron said as he leaped off the edge of the building he was on and landed in a hay cart, no one saw him land, so he ran for the docks hoping he could hijack a ship or sneak on to one and hope it’ll take him somewhere far away from here.

 As he approached the dock he could hear the clamor of guards chasing after him, he slid to a stop wiping around to face all three of them head-on, hidden blades out. They charged directly at him with no hesitation. He did the same. When they met in the middle he lashed out stabbing the first guard in the chest then rolling over his back as he fell, kicking the next in the jaw. He landed back on his feet and sunk his blade into his neck, grabbing the ax that was flying through the air towards his head spinning around, and through it right back at the guard with a smirk. 

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He hadn't killed in so long. It felt good to be back. Then he turned his back and kept running for the dock. When he got there he was stunned to see that there were only five guards in the entire vicinity of the docks, he didn't want to take them out if he didn't have to but then he saw that they had the rest of his weapons.

“I need those weapons, but I can't cause a panic and have even more guards to deal with,” he said with a pause. “How am I going to do this?” he whispered. “I guess we're going to have to do it the old fashion way.” he crouched along the wall as quiet as a mouse. As he approached the first guard he saw that they had dogs, he knew that one of the guards had to have his berserker darts which make the person who was shot go crazy and try to kill anything they can see, it also works on animals coincidentally. If I can find the man with my darts, I can make the dog attack them, so then I could sneak over and grab my stuff while they're dealing with that. He thought.

Then he ejected his hidden blade and took it out of its chamber, rearing his arm back ready to throw, as he threw it you could hear the air wiping around it. He snuck up to the once living guard and found that he didn't have his berserker darts, but he did have the knives that he made in his spare time. They were 8 inches long from handle to tip, sharper than you could imagine. 

He picked them off one by one finding weapon after weapon, he found his sword, smoke bombs, and his phantom blades, which is just a tiny crossbow on his wrist. And finally, I found his baseker arrows. “Huh, I guess I didn't need those dogs after all.” As I walked toward the ships, I realized. Maybe, just maybe I'm the danger my master has been talking about.

 ⬳ 5 week earlier ⟿

“Aaron, are you coming or what? We need to get there fast so we can make a statement in front of the high master. He needs to know we can be just as great as the assassins before us. Altair, Ezio, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Arno Dorian, Bayek, And more. Be a model for the ones after us, because when the creed breaks. It just gets rebuilt.”  “Yeah yeah I know that saying. That's all I've been told over the past 5 years of training.” Aaron says sarcastically. 

Emil looked frustrated with Aaron as he gave him a weird look. “Well it's the truth.” said Aaron.