Assassin's Creed: Prophecy

The Memory

3:14 p.m. August 21st, 1898

"Johnson! Get your bloody ass over here!"

Marius jumped off of his horse, Berus, and ran over to his comrade, who was trading shots with a group of bandits.

"I could really use that talent of yours right now, Marius!"

"Alright Clanders, here you are," he said.

Marius used his sixth sense, Eagle Vision, and identified his targets in red.

I personally loved the experience in Eagle Vision. That is the reason I go into the Animus, because I haven't gotten the ability yet. We are hoping that the Bleeding Effect will get my ancestor's sense working in me.

Marius quickly dropped his targets with his revolver pistol, even those that were out of sight, deflecting the bullets off of rocks. He saw one more bandit, but he was rimmed in gold, and was taking shelter in a wrecked barn.

Grunting in disgust, he exited Eagle Vision and Marius turned to Clanders.

"There is one more left. I'll make sure he is sent to hell personally, but he might run off if we stop firing. He'll realize we've killed them all, so take my pistol and fire everywhere except for at me. Understand?" Marius says sternly, handing Clanders his pistol.

"Yeah understood."

Marius walked toward the barn and expanded his hidden blades. He had always preferred firearms over close combat, but he felt a different connection with these blades. They had been passed down through generations from his grandfather, Connor Kenway. They had seen the blood of so many, it's actually quite amazing.

Marius quietly climbed up the side of the barn and slipped through the eroded roof. The bandit was walking back and forth across the hay-strewn floor. Marius saw his chance and tackled him from above. His left hidden blade pivoted into a knife which he held against his target's throat.

"What do you want?" He spat at Marius.

"I know that the dead men outside worked for you, but who do you work for?"

"I'll never say, Assassin."

"Hm. That's too bad. I thought you liked the privilege of living," threatened Marius.

"Fine! I'll talk! The Templar Grand Master, Darren James Edward!"

"Where is he?" Marius says as he presses his blade closer to splitting the skin.

"In Austin! About eleven miles north of here, it's a long journey, so you shan't waste your time with it," he whines.

"Oh. Well too bad for you, and too bad for him, I have plenty of time to waste," Marius pulls down the bandana covering his face to reveal dozens of scars. "And I like to spend it fighting."

And he swiped his knife across the Templar's throat, ending his life.