Assassin's creed one-shots

Bayek

this one was a pain, in all honesty haha but I'm glad I did it and I'm glad ChloJoy17 requested it <3

Still air hangs heavy over the water. It is peaceful and eerie in this void, Bayek thinks as he stands up. Wooden boat beneath him creaks only slightly because of the sudden shift in weight. He, of course, doesn't know where he is.

He turns to the gods that he should have forsaken long ago. But somehow, he still bears faith. ''Ra, where have you taken me?'' his voice echoes loud against the darkness and fog that surrounds him as he's floating on this lake of water black as the night. ''Can you hear my call?'' Hardly, Bayek thinks.

There is no light, and yet Bayek can make out the objects floating in the water. Pillars and other parts of temples and tombs float away as his boat nears. It moves forward into the unknown darkness, even without wind or any other force pushing it forward.

''Is this what the Gods meant for me?'' His voice echoes as he looks ahead. ''Is this my end?'' Confused, he feels around his belt only to find all of his weapons gone. Then, he moves over to the side of the boat and just then, it halts abruptly. Pulled harsh by the force, Bayek stumbles forward but catches his balance just in time. A stone path erupts from the water and stones rise in rapid succession and at the end, a stone door opens and light floods the room.

Not wasting anymore time, Bayek makes his way down the stone path and into the light. A hand over his eyes shielding them from the bright, yet cold light. In a few moments he finds himself in a hallway. It's resemblance is uncanny. Just like the hollow halls of the haunted temple in Siwa. The very temple where his son met his premature end.

Bayek's vision begins to distort, tears welling up at the brims of his eyes. Many years have passed, and his son's haunting image follows his each and every step to this day. Takes away his breaths. The horror of that day is still present in the air as his shaky legs make their way into the middle of the temple. Wishing nothing more than to escape this torture, Bayek begins to run through the hall, all until. . .

''Bayek of Siwa,'' a voice calls behind him and said man turns sharply at its echo. ''Eagle of the desert.''

''Who are you?'' Bayek shouts atop of his lungs as a woman covered in white cloth comes into view. However, instead of answering, she walks closer, taking the cloth off her head, revealing a (h/l), shiny hair. ''Stay back!'' He reaches for his weapons, momentarily remembering they are gone.

''I mean no harm, Medjay.''

''I am a Medjay no longer,'' Bayek says almost shamefully as he steps back. ''Who are you? Lord of Duat? Or another lost soul in this void?''

''Neither of them. Quite the contrary. I am your guidance in this dream of life.'' Bayek doesn't speak. ''[y/n] is my name. Follow me.'' Then, she walks into one of the halls on the sides, not waiting for Bayek to follow.

Then, he wakes up in cold sweat. Alone, in a bureau in Rome. Still quite alive.

This isn't the first time this mystical woman will appear in Bayek's dreams, then his waking thoughts. And the more he observes her, the more he feels as if he's known her from somewhere. Who is she? A misty memory. A lost embrace. Or just another spirit of death that will eventually drown him in the waters of the Underworld.

The mysterious figure appears before him once again. Another night and the same dream continues. Her haunting face smiles as he calls her name down the endless hallway. ''When is this dream of life going to end, [y/n]?''

''It is much too early to ask that.'' Before another round of silence begins, Bayek continues.

''You were a part of my life once.'' The woman doesn't speak. ''Of my youth.''

''I'm surprised you remember,'' [y/n] smiles. ''We were but a pair of children when you left. Without a farewell. And never returned for me.''

''Is this why you appear now? Is it a quest for vengeance?''

''Of course not, you fool.'' She then sharply turns, her robes swaying slightly. Fury in her eyes. ''I was brought here to guide you because you've lost your way. All that your eyes see is red. Color red of the blood on your hands. You've been led astray, Bayek.''

Without saying anything more, Bayek only stares, defenseless against her accusations. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washes over him and he stops [y/n] from resuming their walk. ''What now? Until you find the way back on the right path, we will never leave this dream. Do you not see?''

''What must I do?''

''Return to Siwa. It is the only way.''

And then, he woke up. Cold sweat on his brow as he sits up. Bayek's midn begins to swirl with sudden motion. As he looks around the room he's in, he can tell he's still in Rome. Unsure, he doesn't know if these dreams were merely a way of deceptions or a sign of the Gods. Somehow, past clings to him worse than moth to flame.

Following night, Bayek can't, try as he may, fall asleep. The lonely night outside his window is peaceful, clear skies above his head. And yet, he can't seem to be able to close his eyes even once.

Siwa.

He would do anything but return to that haunting place. But what if it's his only choice. What if he will see the woman that's appearing in his dreams there and unravel all the answers to the burning questions that can't seem to disappear.

''Bayek,'' [y/n] says. And as if pulled out of a trance, the Medjay gasps for air. ''Let's resume.'' The same dark, hollow hallway seems to be getting smaller each time. So much so it became unbearable.

''Where can I find you?'' Bayek asks. [y/n] looks behind her shoulder and smiles only slightly as she speaks.

''Where we first met.''