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L'aigle et le révolutionnaire 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

(So, claim!anon wrote their first part. Lafayette happens to be one of my favorite historical figures, and I hope to do him justice. The French Revolution is a bit of a dauntingly complicated subject, but I hope I made a good start. This starts out when Lafayette has just left America for the second time, after his visit after the war was won.
I have decided to not make Lafayette an assassin, but various other figures will be.)

February, 1785, Pacific Ocean

Connor stared out at the sea, which stretch to the horizon as far as the eye could see, feeling a familiar thrill of excitement run through him. He had not felt this way since years before, when he first began to train with Achilles, and travel to the cities in the Colonies. The colonies which were now the United States of America, a tenuous, unpredictable alliances of governments that always seemed a step away from collapsing under its own weight and incompetence. He shook the thought away.

The Brotherhood of Assassins in the United States had thrived, the end of the war providing many recruits that wanted to further use their skills to uphold the ideals they had fought for in the war. Of course, these men and women were few and far between, but in comparison to the desolate Brotherhood Connor had been inducted in to, the Brotherhood now numbered many. Each of his first recruits were now master assassins, with novices of their own to train.

But Connor had grown listless. He had vowed to interfere no more than the Creed bound him to in the new government, wanting nothing to do with the politics, and knowing that never again could the Assassin's only aim be eradication of an enemy he sought only to keep the Templars from power.

There were plenty in the Brotherhood cleverer with words and propaganda then him, better at deciphering the news from Philadelphia. And so, when the Marquis de Lafayette had shown up at his door, brimming with all the enthusiasm he had possessed during their collaboration in the war for American independence, Connor hadn't shooken off his offer to come to France as he might have several years earlier.

Lafayette spoke of a revolution in France, like that that had happened in America. The people ridding themselves of tyranny and creating a baseline upon which all future republics might be built- a baseline of equal rights, like those claimed in the Declaration of Independence. Once Connor had believed that the War for Independence would bring about this sort of foundation, but he had long been dissuaded of that thought. Equality existed only for a select few.

But Lafayette was driven, undeniably so, and as far as Connor knew he upheld the beliefs which he preached. During his visit to the United States he had met with the Six Nations, the Native alliance, to try to help reach a treaty between then and the infant country. It seemed now he was truly invested with what he had told Connor he planned to do all those years before, that miserable evening at Valley Forge, and bring American ideals to France.

Lafayette had proved a good ally and a staunch friend, even when the other Revolutionaries betrayed him, and Connor could only hope to repay the favor. Despite his jaded approach to American politics, Connor was interested in the Marquis's cause. The principles of the American Revolution were not unfounded, he believed, only flawed in the way they were implemented. He also had hopes of making contact with the French branch of Assassins, if there were such people. Achilles had spoken of Brotherhoods in other countries several times, though never suggested they reach out to them.

So that was what found Connor on the deck of a ship bound for the coast of France, watched the water. He would have loved to be standing at the helm, guiding this ship, to these lands that were unknown to him. But he had to settle for being a passenger. He stretched his arms, stiff from the cold, but reluctant to retreat back below decks.

"Connor," he turned his head to acknowledge the Marquis de Lafayette, who came to stand at the rail beside him. Unlike the Assassin, Lafayette took poorly to sea travel, and had just begun to recover from the seasickness that had made him so ill the first few weeks of their voyage. He still looked a bit unsteady, his hands gripping the rail tightly and his face pale. The always-present wig was also missing, and Lafayette's receding ginger hair was pulled back into a queue.

"Marquis," Connor said. "Do you know how far we are from France? The captain said it would be weeks yet before our arrival."

Lafayette shuddered. "I'm afraid he's right. There is still much of the journey to endure." He smiled. "But it will be worth it! You have not lived, my friend, until you see the beauties of France. America is the land of liberty, but none can compare in outward beauty to France." He looked out east, as if willing the mainland to appear. "I cannot wait to introduce you to my family. They will be delighted to hear stories of your adventures. I fear they have heard far too many of mine."

Connor's lips twitched into a small smile. The Marquis's infectious enthusiasm could never be kept dampened for long, even when he was ill and far from home. For the first few days of the voyage when Lafayette had been well enough to talk he had talked unceasingly of Washington, a topic which Connor had had to politely decline to share his opinion on. He knew Lafayette admired the man, and held him above all other as the champion of liberty and equality, but Connor couldn't stand him. He was glad Lafayette's attention had turned to France.

"Avez-vous pratiqué?" Lafayette inquired.

"Oui, monsieur," Connor answered. Lafayette and some of the french crew had been tutoring him on the language. Languages had always been something that came easily to Connor, and though he knew he would never pick up enough to be as eloquent as Lafayette, he felt confident he could get at least a working grasp of the French language before they reached the country.

Connor stared out to the horizon, hardly daring to imagine what might lie ahead in France. It truly felt as if he were setting out from his village again, young and inexperienced, both afraid and eager.

And so alive.

Re: L'aigle et le révolutionnaire 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

I love you writer-anon!

Re: L'aigle et le révolutionnaire 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

omg OP gives you all of her love THIS IS SO PERFECT wow!!!!

Re: L'aigle et le révolutionnaire 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

oooh, I am excited to see where this goes!