Realities of the Mind

Prologue

Marcus Trainer: 15

I sigh as Mr. Collins' lecture drones on and on AND ON. Algebra was as boring as it was confusing. I just wanted to go home, get back to my games. I got far into Assassin's Creed 3 last night, past Connor's trial and near execution. Hickey was probably my favorite Templar, to be honest. He focused on what he could have, instead of what the Templars in general wanted. Kind of made me laugh a little. I focus on the game, dreaming that I am there, fighting beside Connor on the deck of a Man O' War...

I dodge to the right, a sword arching down to my right, and I then thrust my sword into my attackers chest. He chokes, the light leaving his eyes fast, but through them, I can see another one coming up behind me. I pivot on my right foot, pull out my Pitcairn-Putnam flintlock, then I aim at the man's head, an inch away from the barrel of my gun, and I fire. When he falls, I pull my sword out of the first assailant, then I look for Connor, and when I find him, he's surrounded by three men, one of them a large man with a Hessian axe, and bearing down on Connor. I try to rush to his side, but I'm cut off by another 2 men. I fight against them, but I fail to notice one of the men on the ground pulling out a gun, and aiming at me. My senses kick in, warning me of danger, as I side step to the left, but not fast enough, as I see a bout of blood and a bullet fly from my shoulder. I cringe and cry out...

I cringe and cry out, gripping my shoulder, interrupting Mr. Collins' lecture, who looks over at me, a look of annoyance and concern. "Marcus, what is it?" he asks me. I'm trembling, my forehead breaks out in sweat, as I think to myself, That was real. I could feel the bullet. I stand, a little too quickly and I sway a bit. I don't know what I was doing, but I felt like I needed to move, to get out of there. The last thing I hear is Mr. Collins' calling out to me, "Marcus, where are you going? Marcus!" The last thing I see is the marble floor of the school, as I fall to the ground and fall unconscious...

My mother watches, sad, scared, and heartbroken, as the hospital staff puts me on the gurney and takes me inside. For hours, they look at my body, my shoulder muscles pulsing and convulsing, sometimes my body convulses as well, for reasons they don't know. Hours turns into days, and they put me in a room, an IV saline solution hooked up to my arm, and I rest, the convulsions subsiding an hour before. My mother is at my side, gripping my hand, crying. My father is with her, my 2 brothers and 1 sister clinging to both, as they look at me, comatose but breathing. And while they cry on, I finally start to "dream"...

I feel warm, the sun shining through the tree that I lay under, shining at me and waking me up. I open my eyes and see leaves, blocking the sun from my eyes. It's so warm, sleep beckoning me back. But before I fall to sleep again, I remember what happened to me, and I sit up fast, making my head spin, but showing me quite a sight. Before me is a forest, so green, beautiful even. It makes my breath hitch for a second, but I get over it and try to stand, my balance feeling a little off, and so I support myself on the tree. I yawn and scratch myself, then I stop and look down. I find myself wearing breeches and an open leather vest, a white undershirt beneath it. Weird. I thought. then I look around, and I see chimney smoke no far from me, and i move toward it, slowly for I still feel a little queasy. Within 10 minutes, I find that the smoke was just beyond a few bushes, and as I push myself through, I stop in my tracks, catching myself before I fell over in shock, as I look at where the smoke was coming from.

"I...I'm at.." I start..."I-I'm at...the Davenport Homestead?"

(( HAI GUYS! TC-MANGE HERE! Now, I know I haven't posted anything in quite awhile, but I hope you can forgive me. Anyway, let me give you a little info on this new story:

The Main Character: Marcus J. Trainer. He's 15, like to daydream about his favorite games. While he's daydreaming, he mind actually gets stuck inside his daydream. So if he is thinking of, like, AC 3, like, right in the middle of a fight next to Connor, SHOCKER!, he's right there, and everything becomes very real, and very dangerous. He thinks that he has to learn how to fight, and beat the game in this daydream gone real. Now, I will mention or even throw in some main characters in these games, either as guides, allies or enemies in the chapters to come.

I know that it's listed as AC and ME, but I am also gonna throw in some Dragon Age too, and maybe some Fable or something, I'll have to think about that. But Anyway, if you like this story, please support me and be patient if I make a mistake. And if I do, please call out on it, and ill update and fix it.

Now Then,

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, IN REGARDS TO AC, ME, DRAGON AGE, OR ANY OTHER STORY I MENTION IN THIS STORY. THIS IS FANFIC ONLY!\

If you have any questions about this story before I begin, feel free to ask. If you like this story, awesome and thanks. If not, no skin off my back, just close the story and have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night, depending on where you are in the world.

Till Then,

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