Prologue

The night wind whipped through the city, picking up dust and trash as it went. On top the Everest corporate building, two figures could be seen, though both obscured by shadows. It would have appeared that there was a struggle judging by the gun cartridges and blood covering the sky scraper's concrete top. The hooded figure cradled the dying person that seemed to be wearing corporate attire. "You and your brotherhood's schemes end here Templar", the hooded man said. The said Templar smiled an eerie smile with blood dripping from his mouth. "I see you Assassins are as blind as your ancestors", the dead man said weakly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean", demanded the assassin. "You may have killed my brothers and I, but another brotherhood will take our place", he coughed up blood as he continued, "You'll never destroy us, for the Templars are eternal. I suggest you remember that Desmond Miles." With that said, the templar finally slipped into death's embrace. Desmond carefully laid the body down and closed the dead man's eyes. The assassin reached into his robe, pulling out a white feather. He ran it across the templar's wound, painting it with blood. "Eternal huh", the robed man said standing up, "Well that's good", he said, "At least we'll will never be out of a job." With that, Desmond Miles took the assassin's famed leap of faith from 15 stories.