Assassin's Creed: Prophecy

The Temple

7:36 p.m. April 29th, 2016
"What the hell- everyone get buckled, now!" Sloan yelled from the cockpit.
I dove into a seat and grabbed the buckle.
Too late.
The right wing exploded, shattering the glass onto my body, leaving dozens of cuts everywhere. The plane spun and descended in a fiery spiral towards the island. Then another explosion happened, this time blowing off a large chunk of the wall. Thankfully, I pulled my body into the seat in time, and was kept tight to the plane.
Everything went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. The plane crashed side-first into the ground and rolled a ton of times before finally stopping.
"Everyone okay?" I yelled as I struggled to unbuckle myself.
"I'm good!" Sloan replied from the remnants of the cockpit.
"Same here," said Kennedy as he looked at the destruction around him.
"I'm good too," Jack said shakily.
I got out of the buckle and looked around for the others.
Sam, Harold, and Dan were nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit...so what now?" I turn to Sloan.
He lets out a grunt. "Let's get out of this wreck before we decide what to do, shall we?"
I nodded and Kennedy also nodded. I checked out what I had on me.
Intact backpack, hidden blades, a recharging flashlight, a canteen, and a small box of emergency equipment.
I sighed and proceeded to look around for more things that could prove helpful.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna look around the wreck for stuff we might be able to use. I'll catch up when I'm done, alright?"
"Sounds good," Kennedy said. "How will we contact each other."
"Ah right," Sloan walked up to him and have him a small earpiece. "There you go." He faced me. "We'll scout ahead, and we'll let you know where to find us."
When Jack walked by, he leaned close. "Make sure you get to us safe. No doubt that they're gonna send teams down here."
I nodded and they wandered into the forest.
I walked to what was the back of the plane looking for a ranged weapon of some sort, because in the long run, the hidden gun wouldn't cut it. I noticed my sniper and my auto rifle, and they were horribly mangled. I swallowed my grief and continued.
"No way," I whispered to myself. "Who's is this?"
I picked up the crossbow and examined it. A six-times zoom military scope, an angled grip, and a stock that seemed to absorb recoil. Beside it was a quiver with about forty steel-tipped bolts inside. I grabbed both, noticed no other weapons, and left.
"Sloan, Kennedy, I'm leaving now, and I'm gonna need directions," I said into my earpiece.
"Alright Toby, so look to the nose of the plane," Sloan replied. "We're at roughly...ten o'clock. Keep moving forward till I say so."
"Okay, on my way."
I wade my way through the lush trees until I heard Sloan again.
"Stop. Look up, and a bit to the right."
I obey, and sure enough, I see Sloan and Kennedy sitting on the edge of a small cliff.
"Now get your ass up here, you're gonna need to see this."
I ran to the rock-face and started to scale it. At the top, Sloan simply pointed to a clearing. There was about twenty-five Templar guards there, armed, and dead serious about what they were guarding.
I look behind them and saw a cave entrance, large enough to fit a fourteen wheeler in it.
"What the hell is in that?" I ask Sloan.
He shrugged. "Who knows. But I think we hit the jackpot."
"Then let's get in there!" Jack eagerly said.
"Yeah, and get gunned down on the way," Kennedy replied.
"Actually, I managed to grab a few grenades, just in case," Sloan smirked. "Distraction?"
I sighed. "Since there's nothing better, let's try that out. Or we could test our odds at close range."
"How 'bout both? Distract them, then take em down," Jack offered.
"Sounds perfect. Lets go."
Sloan took one frag grenade and threw it as far as he could. The sound echoed off of the rock, and drew the guards closer to it. Kennedy and Jack slipped down and proceeded to kill the rear guardsmen while I provided cover with the crossbow.
After a few shots, and more than a few stabs, the guards were down.
Sloan and I met them in front of the cave.
"Alright. This is it. We'll need guards, to make sure nobody else gets in," Sloan says. "And if there isn't any, we'll get flanked and killed too soon."
Jack and Kennedy looked at each other. "We can do it. You two go," Kennedy coincidently said.
"Here," I gave them the crossbow and all of the bolts there were. "That should help a bit. Good luck."
"You too," Jack replied. "Don't get killed," he added with a smile.
I returned it, and proceeded into the tunnel with Sloan.

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After walking for what seemed like forever, we came across a massive open area, with a platform that seemed to be floating. Darren, his right hand man, Michael Goi, and a few guards stood at a small pedestal in the centre. Sloan and I slowly moved towards them, taking cover in shadows from time to time. We had gotten only a few meters away from them when the pedestal started glowing gold. A bridge extended outwards and hit an opening in the wall. Then, in unison, we stabbed the four guards through the back of their necks, and Darren and Michael drew their pistols.
As if it was a miracle, the metal guns, which were made of First Civ metals, were magnetized to the ground, tearing them from their hands.
Darren made a run for it, across the bridge, while Michael pulled out a large dagger.
"Go!" Sloan yelled. "I'll hold him off! Get in there and end him!"
I nodded. "You've got this."
I sprinted past Michael as he was engaged in battle by Sloan, and across the bridge. After a few twists and turns in the tunnel, I ended up in a large circular area, with a few thick pillars, panels, and, most importantly, Darren was in the middle, admiring the room.
"What do you think this place would've looked like?" He asked. "All those years ago, back when humanity started. I'm sure that they were prepared for bad things. Like perhaps...enemies invading."
He grabbed a pair of swords leaning again a pillar.
I was generally defenceless.
Darren laughed. "Don't worry, pal. I'm an honourable fighter who likes a good challenge." He tossed a sword to me. "Fair enough?"
I picked it up and charged. I swung to the head, but he was a lot faster than he looked.
He moved with blinding speed, blocking my attack and stabbing me in the bicep.
I kept attacking, each time adding another injury, cut chest, stabbed leg, sliced hip. All the same. Just pain.
His block seemed to slow, and I saw a perfect chance.
I swung from the right, and he blocked. But I punched him in the face as he was distracted, and I felt his nose crack slightly.
I kept going, slashing and cutting him, and then I stabbed the sword through his stomach, sticking him to a wall.
He laughed again. "You assassins are the biggest fools there are." Darren put his hand on my shoulder and a deafening noise resonated through the chamber. "I mean, you didn't think we had hidden weapons either."
I looked at his wrist and noticed a small pistol, attached to multiple mechanisms. I saw the red dot on my chest growing larger and larger. He aimed for my heart. I knew he missed, but way too close for comfort.
"I have one question...before one of us goes," I coughed. "How were you around in the 1890s?!"
"Well, you see, it is simply that I have lived very long. Nothing more!"
"How?"
Darren reached into his pocket and pulled out a small disc about the size of a CD, except this on shined bright gold.
"It's incredible, really, the things that First Civ things can do," he started to laugh hysterically. "I truly believe it is my destiny to live forever!"
I stood up, and pulled out my hidden blade. "Yeah, survive this!"
I jammed my blade through Darren's jaw, making sure some went through the neck.
"I am trying to..." Darren barely managed.
"Just die you piece of shit!" I yell, and fire my hidden gun and flamethrower into his head.
I had to wait a few seconds before making sure. His burnt face twitched a little, then ceased to move.
I killed him.
Suddenly I got extremely lightheaded. Then I remember the dozens of open wounds covering my body. I stumbled for the doorway which I entered from. I fell and tried to crawl back. But I got too tired to even do that, now.
The last thing I saw was a blinding light.