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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Childhood Memories 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Desmond had always been special. Always. He never realized it, because he had been under the impression that imaginary friends were okay.

And he had a whole slew of them.

They were all little kids with wings, glowing golden and little balls of energy. They took care of him when his father was abusive, told him stories of the wondrous woods just beyond the Farm. They filled his life with merriment and joy. They watched over him, protected him from bullies, made him see things that others said weren’t real.

He realized after running away that they were fairies.

He never saw them again after running away. It broke his heart, because he had squandered his one precious gift, his best friends. He truly had lost everything when he ran away. It broke his heart, to know that his friends couldn’t find him again, that he couldn’t ever see them again because they would endanger him with their magical workings, so he had to keep running, to keep ahead of them so they wouldn’t track him down. He was miserable the whole time he ran.

And as he felt the life being drained away from him in the final Temple, he hit a plateau where the pain and the numbness leveled out, making him feel empty. He turns to watch his body fall to the ground. Everything seems so much bigger now. He looks at his hands, blinking in surprise, and realizes they are child’s hands. He looks at the rest of himself. He is a child again.

He hears a high-pitched “hehe!” and turns to try to find the familiar laugh, seeing nothing but a dash of gold rushing through his vision.

“Found you!” comes the childish outburst, and he jumps out of the way of the small golden orb that darts past him and lands on the pedestal.

He blinks again.

“Found you, Desmond!” comes another cry, and soon there’s a chorus of merry cries and golden orbs dancing all around him. “Found you! Found you! You’re it, Desmond!”

He giggles. It sounds strange to his ears, but it’s a fully-belly giggle, a child-like giggle, and he covers his mouth his hands as he giggles. He hasn’t done that in years. His friends were back. His friends had returned for him.

“We found you, Desmond!” they cry again, and a portal opens, giving him a glimpse of the most beautiful field of flowers and forest he’s ever seen.

“Come on, Desmond!” he hears chanted, and he watches his friends turn into their monster forms, the green-blue patchy skin that vaguely reminds him of Gollum from Lord of Rings, and dart through the portal.

“Wait up!” he cries, chasing after them and feeling free for once. He hasn’t heard this voice since he ran away.

He’s a little kid again. He’s being given a chance to live his life over again.

He may never understand that he’ll never be an adult again, but as he crosses the threshold to the portal, he’s surrounded by his old friends and new friends, and they make him giggle and squeal and give him back the happiness he never felt on the run. He may never understand that he’ll never be human again, but as he feels himself grow a pair of the dainty little wings and watches himself shrink into the same size as his friends, he’s got happiness welling in guts to make him feel more alive than he ever did in life. He may never understand that he’ll never be able to return “home,” but as he looks around for the first time, he realizes he’ll never want to go home.

Come away, oh human child,
To the waters and the wild,
With a fairy hand-in-hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping,
Than ye should understand.

He giggles as he’s led by the hand into the forest, to a berry bush of bright red, juicy-looking sweets.

Up an airy mountain,
Down a rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.

Whispers fill the air as he tries a berry as big as his (new) head, and he’s never tasted anything better.

Damn Vidic.

Damn Lucy.

Damn Shaun.

Damn Rebecca.

Damn William.

Damn the Animus.

He giggles again as the juice from the berries spill down his shirt, and he can feel a dark mischief rising within him, the same dark mischief that always got him trouble, that made him withdraw from the other kids on the Farm and from his father and mother. He turns to look out over the hills and the fields, over the vast stretches of forest and the giant river that burbles merrily a ways away.

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!

They watch the world burn with a giggle, watch some weird woman start to destroy it. They play with the new little girl, the next little girl, their brand new friend with an abusive father and no human friends.

I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said, "You must not weep.”

They hug her cheek when she trips, calming her, and heal the wound.

But when the weird woman tries to subjugate their new friend, they destroy her.

And the three adults who are trying to stop her stare at them, they merely dance around them, laughing and teasing, making it rain and thunder and the plants grow to wild proportions, and their new friend giggles and claps. The three call out one of their names, Desmond’s name, but they’re too far gone, and they’re much too happy in this life, full of merriment and joy, berries and play. They lit upon the nose of the one with the glasses, and they laugh at the shocked look. They wave.

“Bye now!” they call, and they vanish through the portal, leaving the dead body of the weird woman and the roses climbing all over the three adults.

They take their new friend with them to the past to collect the next child.

Here's another! :D I don't mind writing more when I have the time. CX

Re: Childhood Memories 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, barely containing my tears. Again, perfect! This was a beautiful mix of sadness and joy, a true little bittersweet story. Thank you for such wonderful tales.