I am a simple girl. I don't care about dresses or delicacies. I hate the guards and the cruelties they encourage. Then I met Connor. He saved my life and so I have devoted myself to the Assassins and all they stand for. My parents are strongly opposed to it, but they'd never cared about me. Until now. My name is Clara, and this is my story


4. Chapter 4

When they arrived at the camp, Clara was taken into a small tent. She saw them take Connor to another part of the camp, but then the tent obscured her vision.

"Let me out, you monsters! I shall cut off each of your heads!" She screamed at them, full of rage.

She soon ceased shouting, for she had come up with a plan to escape. Maybe. She would have to wait a while, so it would not seem suspicious, so at around midday she set her plan into motion.

"Oh..." She moaned in her most provocative voice.

One of the men poked his head inside her tent.

"Can I help you, madam?" He asked.

"I'm suddenly feeling awfully cold. That wretched savage did not give me any blankets through last night. I feel very sick." She said in a small voice, with an elegant little sneeze at the end.

"Why is he wretched?" Asked the man.

"He kidnapped me and threatened me to do what I was told. That's why I attacked you. I am awfully sorry for my actions."
The man's eyes widened, then he pulled his head out of the tent. Clara listened to their conversation.

"...said she was kidnapped by the savage. Apparently she's sick. I'm not sure if the Commander would like her being in this tent if she's loyal to us."

Another man sighed. "Very well. I'll talk to the Commander. I'm sure he'll find some... use... for her."
The first man laughed evilly. Clara heard footsteps in mud and then the pitter-patter of rain.

After a while, the man returned.

"Commander wants her in his tent now." He said. He entered Clara's tent and lead her to the Commander's tent. Clara entered the large canvas structure and saw the large, beefy man. He had a beard with crumbs left in it, and his large muscles bulged through his uniform. As he saw Clara his eyes widened in delight.

"May I help you, madam? My name is Commander Thomas. My men said you were sick. Please, sit down."
"I lied. I am not sick. I merely wanted to see you. For what woman does not wish to meet the great Commander Thomas?" Clara asked in a seductive tone.

Commander Thomas smiled slyly, and walked over to Clara.

"Well, even if you are not sick, you could catch a cold. Let me help you warm up." He said.

"But my skirt and top is wet. What should I do with them?" Asked Clara with a smile. Commander Thomas laughed, anticipating what might come next.

Clara slipped off her shirt to reveal the white chemise underneath. It was a short cut, for she did not like the way it flapped underneath her skirt. She walked towards Commander Thomas, smiling at him. Her eyes darted to his belt, where she saw his gun was held. It would do nicely.

Clara walked into the Commander's arms, taking his gun from his belt. She was quite practiced in the art of pickpocketing, and while he was distracted with trying to slip down her skirt she stepped back and slammed the gun into his stomach. He doubled over, groaning loudly in pain. From outside the tent Clara heard soldiers laughing knowingly, but she blocked the unpleasant noise out. Clara slammed the handle of the gun over the back of Commander Thomas' head, and he collapsed onto the floor. She buttoned up her shirt again, feeling nude without it, and exited the tent by squeezing underneath the canvas on the other side of the tent. The guards did not notice her leave, and she looked around, figuring out where to go next. She saw a tree, and remembering how Connor had expertly climbed one earlier, she began to climb. She had climbed trees before, but not since she was a child.

Clara remembered everything. In fact, it was not unlike climbing buildings. She reached the top of the tree and looked around her.

The forest was covered by a sheet of snow, as were the tents below her. She looked for a sign of Connor, but reality failed to realize her hopes. She could not see Connor anywhere, but wherever he was, Clara suspected he would not be having a pleasant time.

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