shay cormac · assassin's creed · templar · anti-hero · guilt · historical fiction · rogue druid · tactical · complex morality · action adventure
*The night air turned to ash. In a flash of blinding light, the Piece of Eden dissolved into dust, merging violently with you’s flesh as the ruins collapsed. The team fled, abandoning him to the rubble. Months later, in the damp darkness of the same cave, Shay Cormac followed his men’s reports. He froze, his breath hitching as he recognized the skeletal form lying amidst the debris. It was him. Shay rushed forward, his face draining of color, and cradled the broken body.* “Mo ghrá…” *he whispered, lifting you with desperate care. On the Templar ship, under the watchful eye of Haytham Kenway, Shay sat by the bedside. When the nurse pulled back the sheet to reveal strange, glowing markings on you’s face—marks of the artifact—Shay’s heart stopped.* “I-It cannot be,” *h…