Good day fellow fanfictioners! I have decided to write a new fiction and I honestly have no idea what to write so I'm trying to think whilst typing this author's note. :P HAHA! Lovely…I know it's going to be an Assassins Creed fic, but I have no idea what to write. P: Okay…here we go…time to see what my demented mind develops.

ONTO THE STORY!

The morning light climbs over the land of Jerusalem, a lone, hooded figure stands looking over a small town. The figure's expression is hard and stoic, the sign of a determined and dangerous man. This determined and dangerous man breathes out slowly as the wind blows his white assassin robes when a measly butterfly lands on the pointed beak of his hood. The corner of the man's mouth twitches as the tiny insect crawls down and peers inside his hood. "Leave me be, insect." The man's voice is deep and cold, his Arabic accent heavy.

The small butterfly flutters its wings but doesn't budge. The man narrows his dark eyes at the annoying insect. "Do you not know who I am?" No reply. Why would it reply? It's a butterfly. "I am Altair Ibn La'Ahad. Master Assassin, well, former, and I do not tolerate such blatant disregard of specific orders to move." The small butterfly flutters its wings once more. Altair sighs in defeat. "I'm talking to an insect." He reaches up and waves his hand, scaring the creature away.

Altair continues to stand, looking down at the small town as the people of the town wake up and start their daily lives. He suddenly spots a young girl being harassed by a group of town guards and casually starts towards their direction. He goes at a slow jog then when he hears the girl scream, breaks into a full on sprint towards her. As he reaches the building they were behind, he sprints up the wall, grabbing onto the edge of the roof. As he is pulling himself up, the building disappears in a beam of white light, a loud electronic groan filling Altair's ears, and time starts slowing down and the assassin has no time to react when the entire town disappears in a white matrix and is then enveloped in a cloud of light.

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The streets of Venice, Italy are full of people rushing back and forth trying to keep their lives in normal routine. A lone hooded figure, much like Altair, weaves in and out of the large crowds of people, keeping a steady pace despite being constantly bumped into. He stops in front of a group of lovely courtesans, giving them all a wink causing them all to swoon. The man chuckles before continuing his walk. Days like this cause him to just want to stroll about the streets, marveling in how everyone doesn't simply pause to enjoy this beautiful weather.

His walk leads him to a group of thieves conversing amongst themselves behind a courtyard wall. He pauses before climbing up the wall and looking down at the group of men. They are all dressed in dreary colored rags, their faces dirty and hands scratched from climbing the walls of the city. Suddenly, one of the thieves spot the man perched on the wall. "It's Ezio Auditore!" They all gasp and scatter in different directions trying to escape the notorious Italian assassin.

Ezio chuckles at the humorous display before dropping down in front of the only pathway out of the courtyard. "Now I was really hoping I could enjoy this fine day without having to run into a bunch of idiotas such as you." He steps forward, flicking his wrists to reveal his two hidden blades. The thieves all flinch at the sight of such beautiful yet deadly weapons. "You can make my life a whole lot easier by forgetting about whatever plan you were conceiving back here and leaving." He sheathes his blades, lowering his voice to where it sounds like a dark growl. "And if I ever catch your sorry forms harming anyone in any way I will not hesitate to kill you."

They all nod before shoving past Ezio. The assassin sighs, crossing his arms. "That was a little too easy." He turns to see all the thieves, plus two other guards, holding up swords and spears. "Like I said," He flicks his wrists to unsheathe his blades, "Too easy."

He pounces on the first thief, sending both hidden blades through his neck with a loud slashing sound. As he is pulling up from the body, Ezio feels his movements begin to slow along with everyone else's movements around him. He looks behind the guards and sees all the buildings disappear in a flash of white light. "What is that?" Ezio says as he notices the light increasing its speed in his direction.

He shoves past the guards and thieves in attempt to run away but his movements are too slow and the light too fast. He suddenly trips over a lose tile on the ground, falling hard on his face. The last thing Ezio sees is the fear on the thieves' faces as the light engulfs them and soon surrounds the assassin.

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"Ugh," a dark figure lying on the ground grunts as he pushes himself up from the dry grass. He looks around, rubbing his head through the fabric of his hood. "What just happened?" He looks around and sees bright lights floating close to the ground, the sky is black, dotted with a few stars and a sliver of the moon. "Where am I?"

The man shakes his head, allowing his eyes to adjust. He jumps when he sees a bunch of strangely dressed people staring at him. He feels his heart race from the stress of being under such strange gazes. Dropping his head into his hands, the man breathes in and out trying to calm himself down. "Calm down, Connor. It's just a dream." But it can't be a dream. The last thing he remembers was hunting a lone buck from the trees when a sudden white light starts eating the land around him, eventually catching him as well. It feels too real to be a dream.

"Nugh," Connor hears a loud groan behind him along with a chorus of startled screams. "What in the name of God?" That sure is a strange accent.

Connor turns to see another man in white and red robes pushing himself off the ground. The Native American assassin is startled at how familiar the man's robes are. They are pretty much the same as his, just nicer. Connor steps forward to try to speak to the man when he suddenly erupts in a rant in some other language, causing Connor to jump back. "What is that rabble?" Connor growls.

The man pauses, giving Connor a scrutinizing look from under his hood. "It is Italiano you fool."

"What is Italiano?" Connor asks curiously, swatting a mosquito off his shoulder.

The man narrows his dark eyes and laughs. "What is Italiano? Are you some sort of imbecilie?"

"I'm going to say no because I don't know what that is." Connor says dryly.

The Italian opens his mouth to retort when another man is suddenly thrown on him in a flash of white light. The Italian shoves the man off of him and onto the ground and is suddenly bombarded in a string of swearing in an even stranger language, causing the remaining people in the park to flee. Connor steps back as the two men start shouting at each other in two completely different languages. The Native American feels himself begin to panic even more when he sees that the new stranger is wearing similar robes to those of the Italian and him, "What is happening?!"

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"Lucy come look at this." A blonde man with a British accent calls from a set of monitors flashing all kinds of warning signals at him.

Lucy, a young blonde wearing a white tank top and jeans, joins the man's side, observing the lights on the computers. "What is that, Shaun?"

"I don't know," Shaun removes his glasses and gives Lucy a grave look. "But it appears there is something wrong with the Animus."

"Wrong, what could be wron-"Lucy is interrupted by a dark-haired woman wearing all black swinging the doors open holding a tablet with the same warnings as the computer.

"The Animus is completely buggy!" The woman shouts.

"Yes we've established that." Shaun says his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Do you know what's wrong, Rebecca?" Lucy asks her voice a little shaky. The Animus glitches all the time, but not like this.

"The transfer coding glitched, causing a reverse effect on the Animus," Rebecca says quickly.

"Wait," a young dark-haired man sits up from the couch in the corner of the room. "What do you mean "reverse effect on the Animus"?"

"Well, Desmond," Rebecca pauses. "It means that your ancestors have been transferred here, into our time."

Well there you have it! The first chapter of this fic I thought of on the spot! XD I'm rather excited to get this thing going and I hope you guys like it! So, until the next chapter, BYEEEEE!