My name's Felix. My father is one of the legendary Assassins ever and my uncle is one of the greatest Traitors. As I grew up, my father taught me the way of the Assassins. My uncle gave me the blade. The Templars are on the brink of losing this war. We just need to keep fighting. My dad is getting old and it's up to me to become the next Assassin.
"Son, there's a Templar that needs to be dealt with. Bring him peace." Said my dad.
"Yes sir. Who is he?" I asked.
"A Templar at second command by the name of Jack." He answered.
"It'll be done." I said.
On a rooftop, I used my eagle vision to find Jack. He was skinny, tall, and a good swordsman. I have a crossbow that once belonged to The Master Assassin, Altaïr. I took out the guards blocking the entrance. Inside a room I saw him.
"The Assassin's son huh? Old man's getting too old?" He asked.
"Jack, your Templar ways end today." I said and we clashed together. He tried to hit me, but I parry it and kicked his stomach, I go for the kill, but he deflected it. We kept clashing til I saw a weakspot, I grabbed my gun and shot him in his shoulder. He fell down and I activated my hidden blade and stabbed him.
"Tell me what are the Templars up to?" I asked.
"We're at the brink of losing this war, we need to stop the Assassins once and for all." He said and died.
"May the world you dreamt of be a good one. Rest in peace." I said and left.
The Templars were planning something big. I was ready for whatever they had to give me. So that I can give this world peace.
