Assasins Creed Fanfic

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Ever since I joined the Brotherhood, other Assassins have told me stories of my Ancestors. Of Altair ibn-La'Ahad, the greatest Assassin to be known in our existence, of Ezio Auditore da Firenze, the Assassin who propelled the Brotherhood to lengths it had never seen, of Edward Kenway and Connor Kenway, Assassins who held key information that would one day save us. But more than all the others, they speak of Desmond Miles, credited with saving all of humanity at the dawn of the Great Purge. A Purge that has not ended despite it lasting more than a century. Since the time of Desmond, the Assassins have barely recovered. A way of the world is dying, and with it gone, there will be nothing stopping the Templars.

I am not a direct descendant of Desmond Miles and he is not my ancestor. Desmond Miles died saving the world, but his father, William, survived and his blood flows through my veins. Time passed and he eventually remarried and had another son, and the Creed limped on, leading to my Mother, but she and my Father died years ago, and time trudged forward.

We have fought them for centuries, but time has its way in the end. The Templars have grown too strong for us to manage. As each day passes, more and more people join the Templars, and more Assassins die. Every day we hope for a savior, for someone to unite the shattered remains of the Brotherhood. I am one of the few who still fight; I have never given up on my lineage. My name is Lucius Miles and I am an Assassin.