Into the modern days

We were there... but now we're here?

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Altaïr watched his target closely. He'd been following him for the past few days, and finally collected enough information on him to assassinate this Templar. Now he just needed to get close.

Altaïr pulled his hood down just a tic further. Almost there... He assassinated two guards behind him, and walked quietly behind him. Then Altaïr dragged his target off of the horse and protruted his assassin's blade, got ready to slit, and...

Blinding light. Pain exploded all throughout Altaïr's body as the light got brighter and brighter and...

Suddenly he was kneeling on grey, solid stone with people in strange clothing all around him. Where was he?

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Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

Ezio was reading through some papers.

"Bella? Where did you put my research?"

A loud groan. "For the LAST TIME Ezio, I am NOT your Bella! And I put the-"

Ezio fell to the floor gripping his head as pain exploded through him and he was blinded by an extremely bright light that kept getting brighter and brighter. Then he heard a lot of people, with a different accent might he add, murmuring around him as he stared at the pale ground with squares all over it. He looked up to see another white hooded figure confused as he was.

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Connor Kenway

Connor readied his bow, notching an arrow, perched in a tree, hunting. He liked this sport. It was usually relaxing for the young assassin. It relieved a lot of stress, and it provided food. There it was. A buck drinking from a river. Standing there in it's astonishing beauty.

Connor pulled back the bow aiming for it's vitals. He released the arrow and it felt as if he got shot himself with a heavily poisoned arrow, as pain exploded through him, with a bright light blinding him. Then he was falling. Connor fell flat on his face, as hard gravel instead of grass connected with him.

"Ooww" He groaned, he looked around. These weren't revolutionary soldiers, but just people. Connor looked to his left, then to his right, seeing other assassins. Someone was targeting them. Connor could tell that they weren't in their own time line.

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Edward Kenway

Edward was sailing towards London in the Jackdaw. He was in a pretty okay mood, considering that they just got attacked in the middle of the ocean, and he heard his sailors break out into a sea chanty.

"I thought I heard the old man say, leave her Jonny leave her! Tomorrow ye will get your pay, and it's time for us to leave her. Leave her Jonny leave her! Oh leave her Jonny leave her, for the voyage is long and the winds don't blow, and it's time for us to leave her."

Edward was about to join in, but an extreme load of pain crashed over him like a wave. He was blinded, and through the searing pain, he was transported somehow to some place of running water and it went up to his knees. Edward looked to where he was. Where was he?

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Arno Dorian

Arno was sitting in a haystack waiting for a Templar to get close enough. It was too late for them. All of Arno's assassin buddies where with him. All hiding in different spots. He was waiting for the signal: a smoke bomb distraction, and then they would attack. Perfect!

Then the smoke bomb was in the haystack, blinding him when it exploded. It hurt like a son of a gun, he hated the exploding ones. He then felt the ground change underneath his back to solid wood. (No hay under him) Arno looked around him, and noticed he was in a very different coffee shop. Huh. He wasn't in France anymore.

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Jacob and Evie Frye

Jacob and Evie were riding calmly through town on a tall carriage, simply for the fun of it. They had nothing planned for that day (surprising, I know) so Evie suggested a ride through the streets. Jacob agreed on this, and so they went. Jacob was driving, for he was scared that his sister would wreck all of London... again, and she was shouting her head off at some people.

They both looked at each other the exact same time it happened. The searing pain, the blinding light, the changing of material beneath them. Jacob wound up in a tree, and Evie was sitting on top of a big metal carriage, with no horses pulling it. Where were they?

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Hey! Unfortunately, I will not be putting how the Templar's got to the modern world, simply because I will rarely use their perspective, BUT if I do get enough comments wanting me to add them to the story, then I will.

While other men blindly follow the truth, remember: Nothing is true.
While other men are strictly limited by law, remember: Everything is permitted.
We work in the darkness to serve the light.
We are Assassins.