Author's Note: This is kind of a preview to a new story I am working on, an AC x Patriot crossover. I actually just wrote this as an exercise for character development, but I just thought, why not sharing it with you guys :)

Successor

When she'd seen her father kill for the first time, a feeling she'd never sensed before had spread within her.

She hadn't been older than 11, her brother had already been gone for more than 9 months and the Grand Master, how some called her father, had been on the search for a new apprentice. Katelyn had seen many young men enter their mansion, obviously trying to assume this role, however, it had always amounted to the same thing. They'd either left her family's premises quickly, while her father shouted various insults after them, or they didn't even return from the little 'walk', how her father used to call it.

Walk... Katelyn had already found out in her early years that her father's activities contained something completely different than strolling down the streets. At the latest when he had begun to take her brother Curtis with him the secretiveness had been over. Of course, she hadn't told her father, but every time they'd been alone her brother had told her about everything he and their father had experienced earlier. Later, during that certain evening, when he'd had the big argument with the Grand Master and disappeared forever, he had proclaimed with tears in his eyes and raised voice that he should have never told his little sister about that whole matter, that he regretted it to have gotten her involved and that he was awfully sorry. Though, in Katelyn's eyes this was total nonsense. Why wouldn't she be supposed to know that her father was the Grand Master of the Templar's order, that he'd attempted to train his son as his successor and that this training contained killing? Her brother should have known that she wasn't like other girls and that she wasn't frightened by such stories, as well as her father.

Nevertheless he had been incredibly scandalised at her volunteering as apprentice after 9 months of unsuccessful searching. She was too old to begin with the training, too slim and, above all, as a girl too sensitive. But she hadn't given up, had assured him to not be a disappointment. Eventually, he had agreed on taking her to one mission and afterwards, based on her reactions during that, deciding if he would accept her as his apprentice. Probably, he had expected her to back off at the direct sight of his work and then throw in the towel automatically. But she'd remained true to her word, hadn't disappointed him, had acted as professional as possible and hadn't even winced when his blade had pierced through the body of his assassin victim, because, what she had rather kept to herself, when she'd seen her father kill for the first time, a feeling she'd never sensed before had spread within her: Euphoria.