Desmond Miles, after dying to save our world, finds himself inside the animus. Although, that's what he believes it is.

The area reminded him of the animus when it glitched. The skies shifting from gloomy clouds to eye piercing brightness, and the ground is sand with littered with ruins of buildings mostly Roman. This didn't really feel like the end since this was no heaven, but luckily this is not hell. Maybe this was one way that the animus was messing with his head or communicating with him. Or he might be going crazy rather than dead. You never know.

This must be Juno's doing, he thought as he raised his hands towards his mouth. "Hey!" He yelled out hoping there would be a reply. None came. "Juno!", he cried out, half hoping that she would appear to him like before. Still no response.

Well that ruled out Juno. So who was next to blame for this?

Desmond, confused and disappointed, drops his arms in defeat. Looking down, he realizes that he was standing at the edge of a fallen pillar that is lying horizontally with him on its middle. A pillar that looked slightly Turkish. He could not be sure, since it was a pillar in ruin, and it didn't really occur to him as odd, seeing as the area was littered with ruins. This proves my point as to the fact everything was ruined and nobody gives a damn.

Jumping down from the pillar, a flash of light suddenly shines in front of him. Then two more shine beside the one who shined first, which makes it the middle.

Desmond takes a step back in shock, but calms quickly since he was used to this sort of occurrence.

"Hello?" he asks the 3 lights. He felt stupid, but whoever the lights were must be able to help him. Writing that even made me feel stupid.

The first light, which shines in the middle, starts to shine slightly brighter than earlier. A figure starts to walk out of it, his arm stretched out as though he was trying to check if the other side was safe for him.

The figure was Altair, in his plain traditional assassin robes. His hood was propped up and its shadows hide his eyes. It was obvious that he was just as confused and disgruntled as Desmond by the new change of location.

"What sorcery is this?", Altair asks partially to Deskond as he looks left and right, hoping that he would find an object of this place that would be familiar... To him but there was none. He turns to look at the glowing light that led him into this area, with half hopes that it would send him back to his home... but it fades away right before his eyes.

Desmond maintains his silent from the shock of the the fact that this is far too impossible to be true.

"Altair?", Desmond asks the man who he lived as in the animus for the first time. He does not know if he should be thankful and suddenly hug his greatest grandfather or hope that this is another bleeding effect. But he's dead so he's not so sure what to think.

Before Altair begins to question Desmond about this whole ordeal. The other lights emerged 2 new hooded figures. One hooded figure had 2 hidden blades and the other had an hints of blue in his robes with a strange symbol on the hood. Both were overdressed for Altair's tastes.

Conner Kenway, scans the area then to his company. Knowing too well his company were assassins, although Desmond wore outlandish attire. Even if he bares the hidden blade that does not mean that he is truly an assassin. His father wore the hidden blade as well, but he was not an assassin. Connor took note to watch this one closely.

Ezio Auditore, blinked once or twice once he emerged from the light. He looks to the hooded assassins then to Desmond with a full intent to start asking questions.

Desmond sighs in exasperation, no doubt his ancestors would like explanations which he doesn't have but he could explain as to what he's learned so far in his endeavors as them. Which includes the animus most of all.

Just before Ezio opens his mouth to start questioning, Desmond raises his hand to stop any of them from asking anything then points to the ground. "Sit down guys, there's alot you guys need to know about... Us".

All 3 men felt the hesitation to trust this man in hoodie and jeans, still they obeyed. Hoping to get the answers that will satisfy their long list of questions.

(Author's Note:

This is my first fanfiction and as you can see, I am am not so good at writing. But I'm trying. Let's just say that I want to see if people would like me to continue this. At least one or two. Then we'll see if I can finish this.)