Prologue
Why do the Assassin's fight? Our mission, even after hundreds of years, is no closer to being realized then it was when our brotherhood was lead by Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.
Altair, a legend amongst Assassins. He was driven by a need to regainhis lost honor. He criss-crossed the Holy Land dispatching 9 corrupt Templar leaders only to discover that the man he trusted most had betrayed the brotherhood to the Templars; only using him to cover his tracks and tie up loose ends. But even after all this he kept going. Why? Everything he thought he knew came crashing down around him, but he still had the strength to keep going.
This happen yet again almost 200 years to Ezio Auditore da Firenze. His driven force was revenge. Revenge against the Borgia Templar family that had his family executed. He slowly became the most wanted man in Rome, wanted by the French, the Borgia, the Vatican, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. In his life he brought power back to our Order and linked all the Assassins of the world and the new one….
Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor Kenway as he was called by his English companions, son of Templar grandmaster, and the first Native American to join the brotherhood. He fought for Justice and Freedom He was able to bring the Order back from near total extinction and bring about the birth of a new nation. He continued his work in spite of everything; the death of his mother and burning of his village, the death of his mentor, the harsh words given by his father, the corruption and perversion of all he worked to achieve. Why?
Why do we always continue? Ours seems a hopeless goal. The Templars continue to have more power, resources, and influence then we do. Every step we push them back they take two more forward. They seem to take every one of our successes and turn it against us.
But that is just what they want, isn't it? For us to give up. With that they would be able to achieve their vision of world dominance. Maybe that's the reason we fight. Becuase if we don't, who will? We are the only thing holding them back. The only thing that keeps the world free.
But even now the Templars hold my home in their tyrannical power. They use the Ottoman Empire as a figurehead, their puppet. But the grumbles and whispers of freedom grow louder and louder. The Americans and French have given my people hope. The proud nation of Greece shall rise again and be free. But such is the talk of revolutions and revolutionaries...
*I'm sorry about the long wait for updates on my other story. I plan to post the next chapter as soon as I'm done here. Also I am looking for a beta-reader, please contact me if you are interested.