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The snow was icy and both father and son breathed heavily to hide their shivering. Finally Connor could not stand it anymore. „We should rest." „You're such a boy." „And you're a coldhearted bastard." Haytham Kenway stopped and turned back to the younger man, who not exactly regretted, but felt bad for his true but not nicely said sentence. Blue stared into brown. „What did you just say, young man?" It was a rhetorical question, of course, and the Assassin somehow understood his mother's reasons for leaving the Templar. His father was sometimes ... frightening. But anyway, Connor was cold and he did not want to fight, so he sighed loudl

  (Persephone POV)   Darkness… Nothing around me but darkness.    I can’t move!    Why can’t I feel any of my limbs?    I feel cold… as though I’ve been submerged into a frozen lake during the height of the Solstice.    My breath is empty, if -at all- existent.    I’m lost in the darkness and I feel nothing but the pain of a very far off and distant memory.    “Daemon!” I cried, shaking him with no avail. “Come on, Daemon! Wake up!”    Nothing.    The jagged movements from his body are only supplied by the desperation of my fists that I fill with his chainmail suit,