Assassin's Creed Syndicate: My Revolution

Prologue

A/N- Hello and welcome to My Revolution. This is my third attempt at making an Assassin's Creed story due to the fact that I like fondling around with plot lines, but as soon as I got my hands on Syndicate, I knew that I needed to get a story done. Therefore, this plot line and story has emerged from it! I am also editing as much as I possibly can, so apologies for any mistakes. I hope you do all enjoy and I will try to update as frequently as I possibly can! (Thanks writers block). Also, I'm not the best author in the world and LOVE to bash myself because of how much I suck at writing :P anyways... enough about me, let's get into what you guys clicked on the story for ;)

Throughout the night, the sounds of carriages rolling around and yelling of men came from down below while I was scurrying up on the rooftops making sure that I was out of sight.

I continued to stroll along the roofs for a good while, my black robe flowing with each step I took. As I took a look around, I saw black smoke rising from a train in the distance as it made a slight whistle in which my quick heart rate slowed down for some odd reason.

As soon as I got the edge of the building, I looked down to see a carriage getting pulled by two brown stallions very rapidly, not like normal.

I jumped down from the roofs ledge and made my way down, sliding on the sides of the walls and gripping onto each uneven brick there was.

Once I got to the ground, I threw my hood on and ran after the carriage at full speed.

The closer I got, I made sure that I was a good distance in order for me to jump onto the swift moving carriage, and once I knew I was close enough, I leaped on and kept my grip firm.

"Someone's latched on!" A female voice yelled, the carriage swayed a bit as I felt someone get up.

"Really?" I whispered, making a grunt as I got on to the top to the carriage.

As soon as I did, there was already a man on top with me, knife in hand, glaring at me with an evil eye, "I found out what it is!" He yelled.

"Well, get it off and get back-" the carriage made a sharp turn and I almost lost my footing, but I tried to keep my stance solid and firm.

I watched as the man came plundering at me, therefore, I popped my hidden blade out and walked forward as his knife clashed with my blade.

"We got an Assassin!" The man yelled once more, the wind whipping past our faces.

My hood was still down as I made sure the man didn't know of my identity, "Let's dance, shall we?" I then took my blade off of his knife and listened to the noise of it clashing with his neck, witnessing the blood seeping down my arm. I smiled as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His breathing stopped suddenly and I kicked him off.

"Did you kill him?" The woman asked as I heard her whip the horses.

Looking around, we were close to the train that I saw from the roofs as I heard the rolling of the tires get closer and closer and I looked over as we pulled up next to it, the horses hoofs clicking louder and louder as they got faster.

"I asked you a question!" The woman yelled again.

I walked to the right side of the carriage and smiled, leaping onto train as the woman looked back and glared at me.

"So long!" I yelled.

The woman turned back around and kept on going in the opposite direction of the train.

I climbed to the top of the train and walked to the point to where I could enter, and when I did, women, children, and men all looked at me as I smiled, not saying a single word and walked through the aisles, sitting down in a random seat, and looking out at the black sky from a window.
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Hours had passed before I made it home. I stripped from my robe and threw on my nightgown before my father walked into my room as I laid down.

"My God, Alesa, where have you been!" He exclaimed as he walked toward me.

"I was... out." I said as I looked at him.

"Alesa." He said in a demanding tone.

"I'm twenty years old, I can make my own desisions." I snapped at him.

"You're an Assassin. You must not take your gift for granted, and especially the day before we go see Mr.-"

"Not like I would've gotten killed."

"Either way!" He yelled. His British accent made his yelling a lot scarier then it should've been as I shied down into my bed. He looked at me with soft eyes as his face relaxed from the tense state it was in, "I'm sorry, Hon. I just want to make sure that- that you're going to be alright. You know that I worry about you."

"I know," I sighed, "I know you do."

"You're so skilled, I just don't want to risk you getting captured and killed like your mother did."

"Mother did what she had to."

"And she payed a high cost for it, Alesa."

Taking a deep breath, I turned over so I wasn't looking at him and stared at my wall.

"We'll be leaving in the morning to London. I will be happy to say, Mr. Green has been very excited for your arrival. I've gotten tons of letters. Since you'll be playing the Templar roll as well, he's very excited to have a new recruit who is willing to do such things."

"Really?"

"Yes. He's awaited for this for a very long time now."

Squeezing my pillow, I took in other deep breath and relaxed a bit.

Hearing my father's sigh as he kissed me on my temple calmed me entirely and I smiled as I listened to his boots click as he blew out the small candle on my nightstand, "I love you, Alesa."

"I love you too, father."

His boots continued clicked as he walked toward my bedroom door, and as the door squeaked shut for one final time, I knew that my life was about to be changed...

Changed forever.