(A.N.) Heyo! I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDAATTTIINNGGG!!! DANG SCHOOL, ruinin' mah updatin'...
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Heyo! Long time no... Update... I guess. Lol XD Here is the update! GUESS WHAAAAHHHHHHTTTT?!! DESSSMOOONNNDDD IS WHAT!!! Heheheheh.... Lol, anyways, enjoy the chapter! I'll see you all at the end of the chap! Anyways, Stay Classy! 😄👍💖
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(Y/N)= Your Name
(F/C)= Favorite Color
(H/C)= Hair Color
(H/T)= Hair Type
(L/N)= Last Name
(F/N)= First Name
(AS/F/N)= Ancestor First Name
(AS/L/N)= Ancestor Last Name
(AS/N)= Ancestor Name (full name)
(Y/N) POV
The night was quiet as you walk down the street in your (F/C) hoodie and jeans. Of course you had your Hidden Blade(s) and your small handgun with you. You carry it with you all the time- even at a party. There weren't people around at night so you decided to take a walk to the small shop nearby. You had your (Long= Long (H/C) hair in a bun under your hoodie's hood. Medium= You had your (H/C) (H/T) hair in a ponytail under your hood. Short= You had your short (H/C) (H/T) hair just the way it is in your hood) since it was cold outside. Well, not just because it was cold outside- you were an Assassin. Yeah, an Assassin from the whole Templars-vs-Assassins-secret-war thing.
It was about 7:00 PM when you left, so it might be 7:30 PM right now. Your Assassin's necklace shimmered in the moonlight. You see a man in a coat with a red Templar cross on the sleeves. Damn it, I thought I hadn't had to do this tonight. You mutter in your head. The man looked like he was thinking of attacking you. Well, once he saw your necklace- he defiantly did. You blocked the man's attack just in time. But, the man had a friend join the party.
Another Templar came at you, but you stabbed him with your Hidden Blade(s). You shoved the men off of you, but you fell back onto the cement sidewalk. The Templar get his blade out and stabs your arm. Right as you thought you were gonna die, you heard a voice. "Get the fuck away from her!" You hear a deep male voice yell. Your eyesight was blurry, so you couldn't really make out what was happening.
But what you did see was a man in a white hoodie with red riming stab both of the men. You see the same man in white crouch down and speak softly to you. You couldn't understand what he was saying. As you were trying to make out what the man in white was saying, you blacked out.
+++ (Legit Time-Skip)
You wake up in a van and you immediately sit up. Which you regret. "FUCKING HELL!" You yell. Your hodd was still on, and your (H/C) hair was messy as ever. You look down to see your arm wrapped up in bandages. A woman with blond hair sits at the steering wheel, a man with orange-colored hair sits a few feet away from you, reading a book, and you see a woman with short black hair doing something to this weird chair thing. "Where am I?" You demand. All eyes go to you. And a new pair of eyes do too. "Good, you're awake." The blond-haired woman says, not turning around. You stare at the new pair of eyes and look at who's eyes they belong to. You soon find yourself looking at a man in a white hoodie, his hood up. Suddenly, you recognize who those golden-brown eyes belonged to.
The man who saved my life. You thought. Aannndd don't forget that he kidnapped you, shoved you in a van with other people, and is bringing you to God knows where. Your conscious reminds you. "Oh, welcome back." The orange-haired man who is reading a book says. Your attention moves to the orange-haired man. "Just great, another version Desmond..." The man mumbles. "So, kid, what's your name?" The woman working on the weird-chair-thing says. "Uh... Uhm..." You stutter, still thinking if you can trust these people. Can I trust these people? Are they going to kill me? Should I just stab them with my Hid- Where the eff are my- You ramble in your head but you are cut off by a voice. The same voice that yelled when you were attacked.
"Yes you can trust us. We aren't gonna kill you, I promise. Just trust us- we aren't gonna nurse you to health, then kill you. We... We aren't like that. Also, we- well, I- took your Hidden Blades. Just in case you don't try to kill us when you wake up. Also, I am saying this because you were thinking out loud. " The man in the white hoodie says. "Who- who are you? And... What do you want from me?" You ask, hissing when you try to get up. "First off, take it easy- you were stabbed in the arm. And second, we asked you a question- 'what's your name?' Why don't you answer it?" The man says as he folds his arms.
You frown and jump down from the platform you were laying down on- already used to the pain in your arm. "The name is (L/N). (F/N) (L/N)." You smirk, smiling as you make your successful James Bond reference. "So... You're name is (Y/N)? I think I have heard of you..." The dude with orange hair says. As the orange-haired man mumbles to himself and pulls things up on his computer, you get to know the blond-haired woman and the short-haired woman. The blond woman is Lucy, the short-haired woman is Rebecca, and the orange-haired man with a British accent is Shawn. "So, what's your name?- Mr. I-keep-my-hood-on-because-I'm-a-boss-ass-bitch?" (A.N. LMFAO IM DYING) You smirk as the man's face frowns but grins like an idiot. "The name is Miles. Desmond Miles." The man- Desmond smirks, holding his hand out for you to shake. You take his hand and shake it.
"Why do you wear your hood up?" Desmond asks. "You wouldn't kn-" You say but you see Desmond's eyes laying on your neck. "HEY! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" You say. "Sorry, it's just that... You're wearing that necklace..." Desmond says. "Where did you get it?" Desmond asks. "I... Uhm... I bought it..." You lie. "Nope. You're lying. And from what I understand is that you have Hidden Blades, a small handgun, a hood up all the time, and the Assassin's logo on your necklace. Am I correct? And, that you're an Assassin. Don't worry, I'm not... Them." Desmond explains like he just solved the world's easiest problem. Desmond smirks and folds his arms, again. "I have no idea what you are talking about." You lie. "I'm not stupid. I know you are an Assassin." Desmond says. You groan like a little child that didn't get what they want. "Fiiiinnneee! You got me! Take me away officer!" You groan again, like a child. Desmond laughs. Wait... He's laughing?! Why is he laughing? Is he crazy? Oh shit, he's crazy... You ramble in your head, again. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just that I'm surprised to find another member of the Brotherhood that isn't dead, or in my head, or working for Abstergo." Desmond chuckles as he wipes a tear from his eye. "Wait, so you're tellin' me that..." You say, realizing why he knows about all the weapons and stuff. "Yup, I'm an Assassin too." Desmond chuckles as he removes his hood. And dayum he is a finnnee Assassiinnnn... You say in your head (A.N. IM TRYING NOT TO DIE OF LAUGHTER). "Thanks? Haven't been complimented before. I mean... I have but those people were drunk." Desmond blushes. WAIT, BLUSHES?! HOLY SHIT, GET THE NEWS, GET THE CAMERAS, GET EVERYONE! CAUSE THE DESMOND MILES IS BLUSHIN'! You literally scream in your head.
"Hey, Desmond, (Y/N)! Stop flirting and decide who is going into the Animus first." Rebecca says as you and Desmond blush. "Let's have (Y/N) go in first, so she can get used to it." Lucy says as Rebecca and Desmond agree. But Shawn, he is on his laptop. "Just lay down here and put your arm here." Rebecca says as she guides you to the weird-looking chair thing, and puts your arm through this tube thingy. "Just relax and lay back. Close your eyes. Don't worry, Desmond is going to guide you through this- to show you what you need to do." Lucy's voice says as you follow her directions.
All you see now is white structures. They aren't buildings, though. They're sorta like pillars. Then, everything turns into a landscape.
ROMA, ITALY 1500
The test says. Then, everything turns into a market place. You aren't yourself anymore. Right now...
You are your ancestor.
(AS/N)
