July 30, 1162
I was relaxing in bed when all of a sudden I heard loud bang. I jumped from bed and when I looked outside I heard swords clashing and I knew it wasn't Celesta because she was still in bed. And I wanted to save time so I did not change into my assassin robes; I just put on my pants and I walked out. I eventually found the body dead Assassin who had been stabbed in the neck. It looked like damage only a hidden blade could inflict...but that was impossible, what kind of Assassin turns on his own kind?
When I turned away to searched for anything that would help me get to the bottom of this I found a Templar flag, and from there things just went from bad to worse. I turned around and a Templar was right behind me.
"Hey asshole your mine now! once I kill you I bet I will get rewarded greatly!"
I kicked him in knee then and grabbed his sword with his own hands and stabbed it through him. Then looked at him for a second while he was still alive.
He looked like an assassin but slightly different...then while he was still living I asked him a few questions.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Fuck off you bitch! I won't tell you nothing you hear... nothing!"
He spat at me and I gripped him by his neck and lifted him up-I was actually surprised I was strong enough that...
"Where. are. you. from? answer me damn you!"
"I'm from the south-hired by a 'secret assassin'."
"Now see how easy that was? Now I'll let you go."
"The only reason why I told you is because your dead now bitch!!"
I saw him look behind me and I turned around and saw a militia of Templar's surrounding me from behind...and for the first time in a long time I was scared I wasn't able to make it out alive...
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Assassin's Creed: The Journey
FanfictionThe night where all my problems began was a freezing December, 1158. It was a typical day until a terrible thing happened to me, but let me start to from when I became something that would stick with me for the rest of my life...(Rated R)