Assassin's Creed | What If's

Their Encounter part 1 (Arno x Jacob x reader)

A/N: This is a different story from the one that I made on this book, this is a series, and I'll be making parts of this. Enjoy! And the art is made by me for this title~ :3 Also you will be meeting Arno and Jacob first before the other Assassins.

Darkness surrounds me, the sound of the wind hits my ears, that's all I can hear. I opened my eyes, slowly, I squinted for a bit, trying to avoid the light. The wind was fast, realizing I was not on the ground but I'm falling from the sky?!

I look down, panicking on what to do. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" I keep repeating these words, assuming that I'm literally gonna hit on the ground, hard. I closed my eyes hoping there will be a miracle to save me. I feel my heart pounding in fear, will I ever live for another day? I thought. As I reached near its surface, without even opening my eyes, I hit the surface. Instead of the solid form stone or dirt, I crash into the water. I opened my eyes quickly, bubbles coming out from my mouth, I swim all the way up. Gasping for air, I looked around, the place looks familiar but I need to get to the surface. I swam all the way there with the nearby tunnel, as I touch the sand, I crawl all the way and lied down to regain my energy. I huffed and stood up, wobbling for a moment until I got my balance. "This place looks familiar," I said to myself, I climb upstairs near it and the crowd looks different, one of them are wearing rags, dresses, fine-looking suits, and lolita looking gowns. Few people started to notice my presence, murmuring about something. I have no idea what they're saying but pretty sure they are talking about me, one of the guards approaches me. They're wearing blue coats, tricorne looking hats, red pants, and high knee socks with black shoes. He's holding a musket with him, once he speaks to me I couldn't understand what he's saying until he says "Mademoiselle". I know what it means "ma'am/Miss", it's french.

My eyes widen and I looked around like a crazy person, I can't believe I'm in France, but what year am I in? I wanted to ask but I'm not fluent to speak in french. Then the guard is gesturing something, his arm goes up and down, maybe he's talking about the way I wear? I look down and it seems that I'm still wearing my modern clothes; a white hoodie with black shirt on the inside, blue jeans, and black Skechers.

"No wonder the people around are looking at me," I mumbled.

The crowd grew large, I get the feeling something might come up. The guard grabbed my arm forcefully and dragged me with his men. I tried to free myself then others grabbed my other arm. On my left I kicked the guard's leg very hard and grabbed the right one, throwing him to the other. Then I ran away as fast as I could. The chase began. I made a quick turn through the alleyway, hope to lose their sights on me, shoving people away side by side, slipping through a hole in the walls, and jumping on tables.

I'm still running, gotta think where to hide on my way through, I see a haystack by the corner, I push myself upward and hid in plain sight. I peep through a small hole and saw few guards still running towards the direction, thinking I ran that way, a bunch of idiots. I waited for a few minutes, hope the guards don't come back. Once the coast is cleared, I emerge from the haystack, fixing myself and move in the other direction. "Glad that's over," I sighed in relief. I walk through the alleyway, once I step out, suddenly a wild carriage came out of nowhere, almost ran me over. Good thing I dodge it quickly once I heard the sounds of the horses coming from my direction. "Watch where you going, you filthy dipper!" I shouted.

"Sorry!" He replied back from the distance. I scoffed rolled my eyes and something else caught my eye. Now I see signs that say 'Starrick Co,' on one of the buildings, earlier I was in France then where am I now? I thought, I look around and the people looked different, this time they're all wearing fine looking suits and dresses, between the middle class and high class, steams coming out of the chimneys. Suddenly, someone taps me on the shoulder, I turn around and I see a woman wearing all cyan-colored dress and a small top hat on her head, she's holding a mutt by her side, inside is a corgi.