Author’s note: This is my storytelling project for
The Eagle and the Jackdaw from
Aesop's Winter Fables and I’m
putting an
Assassin’s Creed IV: Black
Flag twist to it (well, it kinda turned out to be a
Black Flag retelling with the fable twist to it). My
reading diary post may help you understand more what is going on if you’re not familiar with
the
Assassin’s Creed mythos. Another thing to note is that I’m treating
Edward
as a jackdaw and Duncan Walpole,
the Assassin, as the eagle.
The Jackdaw who would be
an Eagle
Edward was a jackdaw with eagle’s eyes – for he lusted after
gold and infamy, yet had the ability to see
the intentions of those around him (those colored red were enemies, blue were
allies, and gold – well, gold was the
target, they were the one who had what he wanted). But, even with the skill, a jackdaw is still
a jackdaw.
Cape Bonavista, 1715
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The eagle waits. [x] |
Cannon blasts ring around him, men were screaming and most
were dying, and the pre-dawn thunderstorm does nothing to drown out the sounds
of battle.
There’s a fire burning at Edward’s back and his captain
shouting out orders, but Edward can’t look away when, as if in slow motion, an
eagle dressed as a man descends from the sky and sinks his talons into Edward’s
captain. His cold, dark eyes, shadowed
by night and a hood, look up at him – then he’s stepping towards Edward.
They stare at each other, the eagle, with the white hood glowing
a brilliant red in the night fog, and the jackdaw. And just as Edward goes to fly forward, the
fire reaches the magazine, the gunpowder stores – and the ship beneath his feet
explodes and sends him into the water.
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The jackdaw faces down the eagle. [x] |
Moonlight dances in the water above him, reflecting and mixing
with the orange glow of fires. He comes
back to himself, just as his back hits the sea floor, and panic and adrenaline
sends him swimming desperately towards the surface.
Edward makes it to shore, swimming through the wreckage of
his still burning ship, as the sun begins to rise.
Then the eagle, too, is crawling ashore. A glance at him and Edward can’t help but
smile – the eagle’s wings had been damaged in the explosion and the red about
him was slowly beginning to fade. The
eagle had an hour, maybe two.
“Havana,” the eagle says, “I must get to Havana.”
“I don’t think you have that long,” Edward says, standing
and walking over to the injured eagle.
But he gets too close and the eagle lashes out, kicking
Edward’s legs out from under him and pulling a pistol. Edward sneers when, after pulling the
trigger, there’s nothing a click.
Edward doesn’t hesitate as he draws the swords that had
managed to stay with him through the explosion.
The eagle fights hard at first, but he’s losing blood quickly and his
movements become slower and slower.
The killing blow is quick.
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"Mr. Walpole... let's collect your Reward." [screenshot from x] |
In the eagle’s clothing Edward finds a letter and a cubed
vial. The words “If you truly possess
the information we desire, we have the means to reward you handsomely” and “Though I will not know your face
by sight, I believe I can recognize the costume made infamous by your secret
order.”
Reward, is the
word that Edward focuses on. So he takes
the eagle’s robes, who the letter had identified as Duncan Walpole, and puts
them on.
Edward feels a rush of power – feels himself becoming an
eagle.
It’s not until later, when he’s on his knees surrounded by the men who call themselves
Templars, that he realizes that he wasn’t an eagle – simply a jackdaw dressed as one.
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Just a jackdaw after all. [screenshot from x] |
Bibliography
Aesop. 2006. The Aesop for Children. Chicago:
Rand McNally & Co.