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A/N: First Assassins' Creed Fanfiction! I hope you'll enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - Lucky or is it Unlucky?

Desmond was sure he was closing his eyes, as darkness was all he could see. The last thing he could recall was the agonzing pain in his hand as it spread all over his body, frying his brain cells.

'The damn bitch.'

Obviously she lied about his painless death, and now she was free because of him. Planning some ways to rule the world, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"There is still a chance.." Spoken a soft, angelic voice.

"Who are you?"

"I am Mana, sister of Minerva. And I am in need of your help."

"What would you want me do?" Asked Desmond.

"Juno is released, and it does not make me comfortable. The world is in more danger than before all of this happened. And it's all your fault."

"What was I supposed to do?! To let the world burn into ashes, is that it?!" Said Desmond with frustration.

There was a moment of silence.

"Juno may have been released, but there is still something that we could do to stop her before it is too late."

Suddenly, there was a bright light, making the darkness fade into the background until it was nothing.

"First, you must take the Apple from Altair, seek the hidden labyrinth beneath Masyaf. There, you'll use the Apple of Eden as the key."

Slowly, he could feel himself pulling away from unconciousness. Feeling the sun's warmth on his skin.

"However, if he discovered that you are his descendent from the future, the mission of stopping Juno from ruling the world cannot be done, and thus you have failed your only chance. Be careful and I will always be watching you, Desmond Miles."

"Ughh.."

Brown chocolate eyes fluttered open, quickly regretting the action as soon as the bright light of the sun hit them.

'What the hell happened?'

Sitting up, the person grew confuse and nervous in each second as to where this place was. It looked strangely familiar, like the place where he used to be as his ancestor, Altair.

"Wait a minute.." Then those eyes grew large at a memory. "Holy shit." A groan was heard again.

"Why does bad stuff always happen to me?" The person shook his head, believing he had the worst luck ever. Yesterday he was saving the world, causing his life on top of that. Now, he is in freaking Masyaf!

"I definitely have the worst luck ever." At least Shaun won't be bitching at him anymore. The person groaned again. Standing up, it was better than sitting on the dirty floor all day anyway. Besides, he got a mission.

'So how do you avoid getting detected by the Eagle of Masyaf?'

"He could be anywhere.." Just then, the same robes of Altair flew across the roof behind Desmond, which went unnoticed by the time-traveler. Shrugging, he started to walk out of the alley he was in.

Just like he remembered in Altair's memories, the atmosphere was hot and all kinds of spices could be smelled in the air. People talking in Arabic, either buying edible at the market or simply having a chat with another person. They were also giving Desmond weird looks due to his clothes, unsurprisingly.

He looked to his right as a guard caught sight of him, causing Desmond to pull on his hood to avoid further suspicion. Unfortunately, he thought too soon.

"Hey you there!"

Mumbling a curse, he turned away to the other direction and quickly went into a crowd to blend in, which was useless anyway because of his clothes. As the guards grew nearer, he started to run.

He skillfuly made his way through a bunch of people, pushing a man who was carrying a box of apples to drop them on the floor, making him yell at Desmond in Arabic. He then jumped over a bunch of crates but the guards still managed to catch up with him.

"Shit, how long are they going to keep chasing me? All through Masyaf? I just hope not."

He then went inside to an open door to shake off the guards, causing the person inside the house to scream in shock at his unexpected appearance. He paid no mind to them and quietly moved to the back door, saw a pile of hay and quickly hid under it.

Desmond soon heard footsteps coming closer. He held his breath until those footsteps passed by him and turned to another corner. Once the noise was gone, he quickly got out of the pile of hay and removed the left over straws on his hoodie.

"What a bunch of assholes."

Once he was sure there were no more straws on his hoodie, he spotted a bunch of clothes that were being hanged over a line. An idea then came into his mind. "I can't blend in with my normal clothes, the guards will chase after me again."

Picking a colored robe, not too flashy and will surely helped him blending in. He started taking off his hoodie to put it in his bag, but stopped his actions once he saw two fat balls on his chest. Desmond started to panic.

Hesitantly, he moved his arms upwards to cupped the two fats on his chest with his hands, occasionly giving a slight squeeze. His eyes grew large. HE COULD FUCKING FEEL THEM! More hesitantly than before, he moved one arm towards his lower regions and groped it. Only, there was no it. His face started to turn red.

"WHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAT TTHHHHHHHHEEEEEE FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK?!"

To be continued..

Maybe, maybe not. It's upto you guys though.. Seriously, I need the motivation to start this baby up! I usually don't write so if this suck I'm just gonna drop it and admit that I do suck at making stories. Sorry for the negativeness, but I seriously need something to continue this one up, ya know?