Hello, I'm CatrinSara! I'm just a Scottish fourteen year old with Autodesk Sketchbook and too much homework.
I hate bad language, so just. Don't.
(I can read it but not speak Scots) (My mother is so disappointed, she's Welsh.) (I've been learning French for about 8 years now and this just shows our education system)
Dreams (AC oneshot)Sometimes he dreamed. Most nights it was just blank and comforting sleep, well-earned rest after a long day. But when he dreamed, he always remembered. The images he saw and the emotions that accompanied them were not so easily forgotten.
Sofia never asked why he sometimes said things in his sleep, or woke up lunging at some invisible foe. She knew his past - not all of it, but enough. She knew that his dreams were infested with corpses and ghosts and that his conscience wasn't quite as free as he made it out to be.
She could have married anyone - she was certainly beautiful and intelligent enough - and when he asked her why she chose him, she just gave him a look that told him never to ask again, and he was reminded that, even without the proper training, she could be as fierce as any Assassin!
(He was the head of the house but she was il Mentore. Never had he depended on someone so much, emotionally or otherwise. She was his purpose now - the only thing that kept the nightmare