Trapped in the Ananimus

Trapped in the memories, memories of the past. no, not like it should be, more transported to the past. Why did i really found the apple, no it found me. Asking me to help and I agreed. It supposed to just be memories. But this was more than memories, this was the real deal. The apple, it had transported me. Nothing like the dreams from my younger times, this was all to real.

AC fanfic, don't own assassins creed.