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Mirror Mirror: Chapter 4
May 23, 2016; Indianapolis, Indiana
I was done.
I decided I was done.
I was done with losing people.  I was done with failing to save lives.  I was done with putting my all into every goddamned thing and it never being enough.  I was done with these voices.  I was done with the Assassins.  I didn't care anymore.  I was just going to leave.  I didn't know where and I honestly didn't care.  I just ran.  I ran to the edge of the city, at least I think I did.  I wasn't really paying attention.  Looking back, I think I had only gone about a mile from where I was.  I hadn't even made it out of downtown.  But it felt far, and it didn't help that the voices started pounding on my skull again as I went.
“You need to go find him.”
“Shut up.”
“There's still a chance to bring him back.”
“Shut up!  No there isn't!”
“Whatever happened to having faith?”
“I'
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Mirror Mirror: Chapter 3
May 23, 2016; Indianapolis, Indiana
My phone started buzzing as I continued my walk of sadness across the city.  For a long while I ignored it.  Why would anyone want to talk to me?  I'm clearly a failure, right?  I couldn't save my friends.  I don't deserve to talk to any of them.
But then the good part of my brain, the part that was taking a beating right now, managed to scream loud enough to remind me of how much my friends have done for me over the years, how they lifted me from depression once before and would most likely be the thing to do it again, even the people whom I've never seen the faces of but whom I know I could never live without.
But that part of my brain quickly disappeared, and I kept my phone in my pocket.  New reasoning took place in my mind's battlefield that made me pull out my phone finally.  This side of my mind told me that I'd be letting them down for not answering, that they'd start abandoning me if I made them feel
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Mirror Mirror: Chapter 2
May 23, 2016; Indianapolis, Indiana
I ended up by the fairgrounds.  Not sure how.  I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going.  I was too busy navigating my brain.  Honestly, I didn't even look up to see the fairgrounds.  I just heard bits and pieces of the noises from the amusement park rides and people in between the voices in my head and that's how I knew.  I must've looked like a ghost to anyone who cared to look in my direction.  I felt like one too.  I felt isolated, and my body told me I wanted that.  My head didn't.  My brain was screaming to go talk to someone, to let it out and work through it.  But my depression and my brain could never settle an argument.  It was just an agonizing cacophony of voices that wouldn't shut up.  Why couldn't they just shut up and leave me be?
“You need to talk to someone.”
“No one would understand.”
“Go talk to Chelsea.”
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Mirror Mirror: Chapter 1
May 23, 2016; Indianapolis, Indiana
You know?  I thought I could be strong on this one.  I thought I could push away the thoughts haunting my mind for the time being.  I thought my hope for the future would be enough to keep it from leaching on my brain.  But I was wrong.  That night was the night I broke.
It started after Jess left, after that little chat I had with Pearce, after… after I realized my best friend was still alive out there… somewhere, likely to never return given all that had happened…
I went back to my walk around Indianapolis.  It had to have been around one o’clock in the morning, but I didn't care, not when it finally struck me.  I didn't even feel it at first.  I was too lost in my thoughts.  The first sign I got was the warmth of my tears beginning to creep out of my eyes and onto my cheeks.  That's when all the feelings I had been desperately been trying to shove into the back of my
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The Seven Years’ War was one of many conflicts between Britain and France between the 18th and 19th centuries, and lasted from 1754 to 1763… which is a nine year period.  Thanks historians.  Truly you are the masters of naming things.  Although, to be fair, the War did have like a dozen different names.  The Americans called it the French and Indian War, the Prussians called it the Third Silesian War, and, my personal favorite, the Swedes called it the Pomeranian War.  Because I guess they thought puppies would make things seem less bleak.  The War did have a fair amount of involvement across the world, so much so that Winston Churchill himself referred to it as the First World War, but the most famous events occurred in the American colonies and so that's where we'll focus on here.


The main cause of the War was money.  Britain wanted more of it in order to dominate over the rest of the world and colonies are a great way to make money because they both produce and consume finished goods overseas.  The Brits decided they needed more land to fuel their colonial economy and thus started pushing westward into territory that was populated mostly by Native American tribes and French fur trappers.  The French were much much more likely to cooperate with the Natives and learn their languages and trade fairly with them, as opposed to the British who pretty much just said “Let's kill them all and take the land”.  As you can imagine, this made a lot of tribes side with the French when war finally broke out.  The French side of things also had another ally in the Assassins, who had grown considerably in the colonies after being refounded by a Canadian merchant named John de la Tour in the 1740s.  De la Tour died in the Siege of Louisburg in 1745, but not before passing the Mentorship off to Achilles Davenport, who ended up leading the colonial Assassins throughout the 1750s.  The Templars had been taking advantage of the political turmoil to find Precursor sites and artifacts.  Most famously Haytham Kenway was sent to Boston in July 1754 to meet five fellow Templars: William Johnson, John Pitcairn, Thomas Hickey, Benjamin Church, and Charles Lee, who helped him in his search for a Temple.


Around that same time, the Assassin Shay Cormac was assigned to infiltrate the Albany Congress, during which Benjamin Franklin was giving his famous “Join or Die” speech, to kill a Templar named James Wardrop and reclaim his Precursor Box.  Shay met up with Assassin Hope Jensen and the two brought the Box, as well as the Voynich Manuscript, to Benjamin Franklin later in the month while he was conducting an experiment with electricity.  The Pieces of Eden revealed a map leading to a Temple in Lisbon, and Shay was sent out to find it.  Haytham's search continued as well, and in the winter he met a Kanien’kehá:ka woman named Kaniehtí:io, “Ziio” for short, whom he had helped rescue from a slaver months before.  She mistook him for an Assassin ally and agreed to help him find the Temple if he helped kill a Templar named Edward Braddock, a British general with a murderous streak.  Haytham himself hated Braddock and agreed.  In the summer of 1755, Braddock led an expedition to oust the French and their Native allies from the land and claim it for the British.  He had already failed to fight French forts the previous year when his fellow soldier, George Washington, built and abandoned Fort Necessity after losing a terrible battle.  Now on his way to Fort Duquesne, Haytham, Ziio, and their allies ambushed Braddock’s men and killed Braddock.  Ziio then showed Haytham the Temple entrance, only to find that his key didn't work.  They compensated for this failure by having a… lovely night.  Ziio then dumped Haytham after finding out he was a Templar, and they never spoke again.  Their son was born in 1756.


Meanwhile, Shay returned to the Davenport Homestead in 1756, his heart filled with rage due to the fact that his interference with the Lisbon Temple triggered an earthquake that nearly wiped out the city.  Shay mistakenly thought Achilles made him do it on purpose, and subsequently betrayed the Assassins.  They shot him down and he fell into the ocean, miraculously waking up in New York City weeks later.  There he met Colonel George Monro, a Templar, who earned his trust and recruited him unofficially.  The two friends along with fellow Templar and famous explorer Christopher Gist began to help the British army beat back the French.  In August 1757, Monro led his forces against French troops in Fort William McHenry, who were commanded by Louis-Joseph de Montcalm.  The local Natives rallied behind the Wolastoqiyik Assassin, Kesegowaase, and they tried to massacre the British once Monro surrendered.  Monro was saved by Shay, but the Assassins ultimately killed the colonel in Albany on November 3, 1757.  Shay killed Kesegowaase that day and was soon officially inducted into the Templar Order.


Shay led a massive purge of the Assassins in the colonies as the years went on, believing it was his duty to stop them from finding another Precursor site.  After helping James Cook at the Siege of Louisbourg in 1758, Shay killed famed Assassin Adéwalé.  Then in 1759, he killed Hope Jensen in New York.  He then began to track down Louis-Joseph Gaultier, Chevalier de la Vérendrye, famed explorer and Assassin.  He attacked his ship in the North Atlantic and tossed him into the icy waters after learning that the Box was in the hands of Shay’s childhood best friend and Assassin, Liam O'Brien, who was setting sail up to the Arctic with Achilles to enter the Temple.  The Templars cornered the Assassins in the Temple, which collapsed around them, and Shay was forced to kill Liam.  Achilles was spared by Haytham upon Shay’s request, but Haytham still crippled the Mentor, sending him limping home alone with all his Assassins dead and gone.  Shay had found out from Liam that Chevalier had sent the Box off somewhere secret, and so Haytham assigned him to reclaim it, a task that would take many many years.


With the Assassins annihilated, the British were able to crush the last thread of French and Native resistance.  By 1759, they had captured Forts Duquesne, Ticonderoga, and Louisbourg, and in September of that year they captured Quebec after the Battle of the Plains of Abraham.  Montreal surrendered the next year.  There were a few other battles as time passed, such as when George Washington burnt down several innocent Native villages including the one in which Ziio lived and thus leaving her son Ratonhnhaké:ton without a mother, simply because the general had minor suspicions of them supporting the French which had little evidence to back up.  And then the War officially ended with a British victory with the Treaty of Paris in 1763.  The French lost all their colonies in North America except for the extremely valuable sugar producing islands of the Caribbean, and the British claimed it all for themselves.  The Natives tragically got nothing but more bullets in their flesh because the British were terrible people back then.


So why was this tragically-outcomed war so important?  Well, it's mostly for what it triggered afterwards.  Many Americans grow up in class talking about how the War led to the British imposing new taxes on their American colonies in order to pay off the war debt without consulting the colonists and inspiring them to rebel, but we're actually going to put that off for just a moment.  First let's talk about how it affected the people outside of those 13 colonies.  Obviously the dozens of Native tribes were now being openly oppressed by the British government and were either widely murdered, kicked off their lands, or both, a tragedy that will never be forgiven.  The French colonists in North America also got a bad run.  For example, from 1755 to 1764, 11,500 French Acadians were forced out of their homes once the British came in during what became known as the Expulsion.  Hundreds didn't survive the deportation, but those who did mostly settled in Louisiana and became Cajuns.  Louisiana had been transferred over into the hands of the Spanish government, and many colonists wouldn't stand for it.  The 13 colonies weren't the only place where rebellion filled up people's hearts.  Louisiana was about to fight it's own demons.


And it's there that the Assassins would make their comeback.  The struggle to fight Templar tyranny was far, far from over.
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Parting Glass
In loving memory of Samantha Spainhower, who passed away on April 11, 2017.


Alright. So I've given myself a long while to think this over in my head. And though I doubt I'll ever truly wrap my brain and emotions around this, I've managed to bring myself to a conclusion that I am happy with for now.

Words can't even begin to describe what Samantha meant to me. She and my other dogs were some of my only life preservers in a time when the waves were constantly beating me under and the salt washed right into my eyes. They never hurt me, always loved me, and were the only things I was certain would be there for me. They were my only permanent symbol of hope and love when all else seemed either hopeless or impossible to achieve. They slept with me when I was crying, and always came when I called. It was their mission to make sure I was safe and happy with my life, to find some way to stop me from being in that terrible state of depression. They were more motherly to me than my biological mother could ever dream of being. We took care of each other, and if we suffered, we all suffered together. And Samantha was no exception.

I still remember the first time I got to visit the dogs after so many years of being away. I remember being in shock from how… grey they were. It broke my heart to see them like that. Old, and pushing through life. I remember the limp Samantha had because of her cancer, how fragile she was. That broke my heart too. And I can only imagine how odd I must've seen to them. I could feel it. They were so confused when I first walked in. They didn't recognize me at first. How can I blame them? In those three years, so much had changed. I didn't have my depression anymore. That was long gone. I lost the bags under my eyes and the slow tired walk and the consistent frown and the pale complexion and everything. I was happy. I had crawled my way out of hell and healed up my burns. I had gained friends and family that loved me to the core and I had learned to be forever grateful to have those things. I was cured. So no, I don't blame them for not recognizing me at first. I'm just glad they finally did realize it was me.

And that was the last time I got to see Samantha. She was old and frail but she tried. She tried so hard to push on through her struggles just like she had wanted me to do. God knows I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to stay there and hold her paw as the doctors stopped her pain for good. I wanted to say I was sorry for not being there all those years, for leaving her in that place while I went on to find a happy life. I wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to say thank you. But I knew that would never happen. I knew my mother wouldn't let me. Heck, I tried asking if I could visit one last time the night before, but she wouldn't agree to my terms. She sent me back a paragraph telling me that she cared more about her boyfriend being there for the dog than me. She used my dog's death as an excuse to bully me again. And quite frankly that's why I'm done with her. That's just low. That's pathetic. She doesn't deserve another chance to be appeased.

But that's not what this is about. This is about my baby girl. I won't lie, I cried for days. I knew when the execution was happening, and I had to leave my Latin class because I knew I was going to break down when the clock hit eleven. And I did. And I was broken and isolative for days afterwards. Everyone was so worried about me, and I did what I could to force myself out of my shell for their sakes. But I won't lie, there's still part of me that feels terrible. And I don't doubt it'll always be there, somewhere, no matter how long I ignore it or bury it away. It's just the nature of loss.

But now my conclusion.

Samantha represented everything hopeful in my life, that small little part of life that said things will get better, things will go good eventually, there's always hope. And quite frankly, me sitting around moping and crying because of her is a betrayal to everything she stood for, everything she fought for. She would never want to be the cause of me being in pain. She would never want me to cry because of her. Especially since her goal was achieved. I finally did reach a happy life, a life free of endless suffering and depression. It took five years, but here I am. I had given her everything that she wanted. After soldiering on for so long, she can rest easily knowing she can be relieved of duty.

I am only human, and I know I'll always have moments when I look back on all the amazing times we had together and cry over how those days can only be left to memory now. But I refuse to dishonor her. I will do what she always wanted me to do: carry on. Fight. I will live this life of mine to its fullest. I will go out there and make friends, accomplish my dreams, reach for the stars. Smile. I will go on.

So that means I'm back. I'm gonna start up my usual schedule starting now. On my 18th birthday. A day celebrating making it to adulthood and looking forward to what the future holds. The places I can go, the people I can meet, the things Samantha would want me to experience.


Rest in peace, sweetheart. Thank you for helping make 18 years worth living


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So guys, I'm gonna be taking some time off from drawing.  Something's come up…

My dog, Samantha, had to be put down this morning because her cancer had gotten too extreme and painful for her.  There's some more to the story than that, but I won't bother you guys with the details here.  Needless to say, this is hitting me hard.  There's very few things I love more in this world than my dogs.  They were always there for me, they were the only shining light I had back when I was struggling with depression at my mother's place, they're my baby girls… and the fact that she's gone now is just… I'm really having a hard time coping with it.

So I'm going on an uploading hiatus.  I'll still be on like always to chat and answer comments and all that, but there won't be any new drawings or stories.  I don't know when I'll be back to the normal schedule.  I want to try and be back within a few weeks, but I can't make any promises.  I may try to post little things here in there though.  But for now, I just really need some time to face this whole situation.  I hope you guys understand…



Samantha baby, I'll always love you and you'll never be forgotten.  Rest peacefully now girl.  Thank you for everything.
So guys, I'm gonna be taking some time off from drawing.  Something's come up…

My dog, Samantha, had to be put down this morning because her cancer had gotten too extreme and painful for her.  There's some more to the story than that, but I won't bother you guys with the details here.  Needless to say, this is hitting me hard.  There's very few things I love more in this world than my dogs.  They were always there for me, they were the only shining light I had back when I was struggling with depression at my mother's place, they're my baby girls… and the fact that she's gone now is just… I'm really having a hard time coping with it.

So I'm going on an uploading hiatus.  I'll still be on like always to chat and answer comments and all that, but there won't be any new drawings or stories.  I don't know when I'll be back to the normal schedule.  I want to try and be back within a few weeks, but I can't make any promises.  I may try to post little things here in there though.  But for now, I just really need some time to face this whole situation.  I hope you guys understand…



Samantha baby, I'll always love you and you'll never be forgotten.  Rest peacefully now girl.  Thank you for everything.

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Happy birthday!
I hope you have a good one! <3
and don't eat too much sugar today 8D
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Thanks! <3
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DAAAAAMN!
I have just seen you have birthday!!!

I wish you Happy Birthday, a lot of luck and health and enough chocolate to build a chocolate-house i luf chocolate
Have a great day and stay awesome :la:
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*eats the chocolate*
Thanks so much! :la:
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happy b day mate X3
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Thanks :)
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Happy Birthday DV, i hope you are okay and enjoy your birthday *hugs*
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Thanks so much, Relight! :hug:
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Hi assassin, it's me again! 

Like I said in the note, Happy Birthday, that you have a lot of happiness and years of life!

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