In my opinion, Assassin's Creed Rogue is the most underrated and neglected AC game. The matter is, everybody focused so much on Unity that it felt like no one paid attention to it.

I would like to narrate the game story from another point of view to undo some of the knots and explore some dark corners of Shay's story. Let me know what you think!

Summer had never been hotter.

This year, even the bees were too fatigued by the heat to swarm around the lush bushes which grew around the Homestead, and the trees sag their branches as if pleading for a drop of fresh water. As I walked up the path that lead to the training camp, sweating in my heavy robes, I spotted with the corner of my eye Adèwalé walking towards me.

"Liam. Have you got a moment for me?" he asked.

Hearing these words, I stopped and waited for him to catch up with me. "Sure"

"Achilles has told me you are his second in command" he said with interest, "so I thought we could have a talk before my departure"

"Sure"

"It is about the Precursor Box that has been stolen in Haiti" he said with grave eyes.

"Stolen? What do you mean?" I asked with concern. We could not afford the Templars to get hold of such a precious object, not now that we were so close to an answer.

"Well, as you already know the man who was sent out to the temple never made it back. Was it for the earthquake or for Templar action, we cannot say. Yet we know for sure that our enemies have taken advantage of the commotion to steal the artefacts, and now they are searching far and wide for someone who might be aware of how to activate them" he concluded sighing and sitting down on a fallen log.

"What do you mean, activate it? Mackandal men have activated it before; the Templars will surely haunt them until someone confesses"

"That is not possible. Mackandal has activated the box on his own and he refuses to talk about how it works, or even what it tells for the matter. I am afraid for him. he is getting insane. If he sinks the Haitian brotherhood, it would be a terrible toll for us".

"He won't" I said, but I felt an eerie feeling getting hold of my stomach. "So, what do you think these temples contain?"

"Look who's back! You've lost a very good bowl of supper tonight" welcomed me Shay as I entered the room we shared.

"Really?" I asked, too tired to feel interested.

"Yes. Tasted like sweated shoe. Seems like one of the boys has forgotten the pot on the fire for way too long" he said yawing from his bed. As usual, Shay was lying down with his shoes still on, too lazy to get undressed and too talkative to get under the sheets.

I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands. "Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day. There is a lot of work to be done in the following months" I mumbled, already thinking about what had to be done in the morning. Then I turned around in the room and noticed that something was definitively wrong.

"Shay! What the bloody hell have you done in here?" I asked, "You tidy up this mess now!"

"Calm down! I could not find my nightshirt so I've looked for your old one. Tomorrow I will tidy up"

"Did you really need to turn all the drawers upside down?" .There were items of clothing scattered everywhere on the floor, the shutters of the wardrobe had been left opened and my bed looked like it had been searched by some wild beast. I have always been a tidy person and that sort of mess always makes my stomach sick.

"I will tidy up tomorrow" Shay said with evident awe in his voice.

"We are Assassins. We are meant to be precise and organized. What if some of our brothers—"

"What? Entered in here and found your underwear all over the place?" he said with a smirk.

"You'll regret that!" I exclaimed laughing. I opened his drawer and began to throw the items it contained to him.

About an hour later we were each lying in our own bed, silently waiting for sleep. It was after evening like these, when exhaustion was eased by a friendly war with my brother, that I thanked the sky for having me shoved into this life. A painful, tiring, harsh life, but a life I lived side by side with my brothers and sister. The life that had called me and to whom I answered. Yet it is when we have to face the extremes of it – death, defeat, betrayal- that we waver and risk to fall.

Sometimes I ask myself: if I had known what was to happen, would my choices have still been the same?