Alright, someone asked for this, and I must admit, I'm so fascinated with the mp characters that I couldn't resist. This is probably horrible AU from whatever is cannon, but oh well.

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Life was good. Cahin had everything a young man needed to be happy. His father made a respectable income as a merchant, his mother was an above-average cook, he and his sister, Caha were best friends, and he had a sweetheart in the village that was, atleast in his opinion, the most beautiful girl in the province. He had enough money, working as the clerk and shopkeeper of his fathers store, to pay for small amusements, such as a new hat, or a present for his Abigail.

As the young man in question began placing all the money of the day into a lockbox, he became aware of a presence in the doorway. Glancing up, and wincing, at the afternoon sunlight coming through the door he saw a female figure. Caha walked in, her long brown hair going down her back in waves. "There you are! I thought I would never find you. The Troupe will be here tomorrow, and you know that unless you go to sleep early, you'll never wake up in time." The girl laughed at her brother's exasperated expression.

"It's only six, why would I be needing to go to bed this early, unless the Troupe is planning to show up in the middle of the night, O wise one?" The young man placed the lockbox under the counter, right next to the small pistol that was always kept there.

"Because," His sister grinned, "Unless you leave now, you will be 'busy' with Abigail until the Troupe gets here."

Cahin blushed madly and sputtered. "You know we don't do that." Scratching the back of his neck, he muttered something about it not being proper.

"Nevertheless, my bashful brother, you do spend a lot of time," here she cleared her throat, "hugging." At her brothers continued denials, Caha laughed. "Easy Cahin. I know you have not done anything to jeopardize the maidens honor. You are too kind for that." The girl said, with serious pride in her voice. "But regardless, she is waiting for you down by the mill." At Cahin's frantic glances around the store, she laughed. "Go ahead, I'll close up." After a rushed thank you, Cahin was out the door.

The young man made excellent time down to the mill. After all, his father always made sure him and his sister were in excellent condition. Whenever they asked why, he just said so they could defend themselves.

Reaching the mill, Cahin ran into the arms of Abigail. Hugging him tightly, she planted a kiss on his nose as she laughed. Returning the kiss, he carried her into the shade of the nearby willow tree, ducking the hanging tassels as they went.

Abigail leaned against his shoulder. "Cahin, I had a nightmare." At his questioning glance, she continued. " A bunch of monsters in white capes attacked, killing everyone. Some knights fought against them though, and won, but not before everyone else was dead." The tale finished with Abigail chewing on her lip with worry, as Cahin stroked her blonde hair. He had always like her hair, so different from the dark hair all of Italia seemed to possess.

"It's alright Abigail, I promise I will protect you. So long as I am here, nothing will harm you. After all, without you, how could we go see your home?" came the whispered reassurance. Abigail smiled, remembering the plans they had made as children, to one day go together into the north, to find a village where everyone else had hair just as blond as she did.

She nodded, "Your right, I'm just being silly."

Abigail laughed as Cahin picked her up, her feet kicking playfully. Watching the jumping, twirling, and flipping acrobats made it impossible to be anything but giddy.

The Troupe had arrived earlier that morning, it's brightly painted wagons preceded by the festive music it's inhabitants played. Cahin, Abigail, and Caha had got their early as possible, watching the performers warm up and prepare their equipment.

Now the trio watched as a beautiful woman swung from one trapeze to another, catching the second one with the very tips of her fingers to the appreciative 'ooh's and 'aah's of the crowd. As their father walked up to them, Cahin and Caha Turned to the man and grinned. "So what do you think, Father?" Cahin shouted over the combined noise of the crowd and performers

Cahin's sire though, was apparently distracted. Pointed at the man now juggling on stage, he asked "Was that man part of the Troup last year?" At his children's shrugs, he walked a bit closer to the stage. The juggling man saw him, and grinned. Setting the dinner plates he had been tossing in the air down, he bowed low to the crowd.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, we have a special treat for you!" At this line, two brightly dressed performers walked onto the stage, holding a rolled up banner. As they climbed the ladders on either side of the stage, the juggler pulled a medallion from his shirt and tossed it to their father. It looked like a triangle with an outward curving bottom line. Their father blanched when he saw it and began to turn. The Banner unfurled, showing Cahin's entire family painted on it. "Allow us to present, the execution of the Templar scum!" With this, the juggler reached into his jacket and pulled a pistol.

Everyone panicked at that point. There was a bang, and Cahin saw his father fall. He turned to run back, but Abigail and Caha grabbed him and dragged him on. As The other performers began removing their vibrant costumes, their white and red robes became visible.

Running back to the store , the three blocked the door. Cahin ran behind the counter and grabbed the pistol beside the lockbox as the girls closed the windows.

"Who are those men?" Caha asked the obvious question. As the other two looked back and forth, she continued. "Whoever they are, their after someone called 'Templars'. Either of you know who that is?"

Abigail shook her head, while Cahin spoke up. "Weren't they the knights who invaded Jerusalem a long time ago?" At the girls confirming nods, he said "Then why are they here? There's no Templars here."

Before the discussion could continue, the door kicked in. As the man stalked in and raised his sword, Cahin acted. Pulling the trigger was a lot easier than he thought. After all, with such grave repercussions shouldn't it be difficult? But no, one small squeeze and a bang later, and the assailant was dead. Caha got over the shock first. "Cahin, get some more powder and bullets. Abigail, take this man's gun, Ill take his sword." Finally thankful that their father had taught them how to fight with swords and knives, she picked it up and grimaced. Neither of them had been very fond of swords, but both were good with knives. "Well make a run for it. The next town is only a day away if we hurry."

"But they have your pictures!" Abigail protested "They'll find you!"

They were stuck for a moment, before Cahin snapped his fingers. "The Troupe! They abandoned their costumes during the attack. We couldn't get some masks from there"

And so it was settled. The three snuck past the fighting, only getting entangled once when one of the attackers happened upon them. Recognizing Cahin and Caha, he almost shouted, but was stopped by a sword through his windpipe. All three did their best to stay dry-eyed when the siblings found their mother face down in her own blood.

Reaching the Wagons, Cahin grabbed a silver full-face mask that was grinning manically, while Caha grabbed a golden top-face mask. Abigail spoke up "Put on the rest of the costumes. If you wear only the masks, it's going to be suspicious." accepting the logic, they both finished the costumes; Cahin's blue and green, Caha's gold and purple.

Abigail looked at the two and began to cry. "I'm sorry, but I can't go. If I leave, what will happen to my family?"

Cahin started to say something, but Caha cut him off. "If she wants to stay, fine, but we can't. She still has a family, don't ask her to leave it." Her brother nodded, and with a final hug from Abigail each, they were gone.

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So, tell me what you think! Should I continue, or have I made a horrible travesty of literature?