Intro

"Hey Shawn, would it be all right to play Assassin's Creed on your 360?"

"Yeah, just be sure to switch to your account."

Just a typical day really, I am still in the beginning of Assassin's Creed and I knew that the game had information I was surely interested in. December 21st 2012 has always been an interesting date, and here we were, just in the year 2007, three more years to indicate if the rumors of the world going through cataclysm were true. My brother, tall around 6'3", Dark hair and dark blue eyes, walked over to the X-box 360, placing Assassin's Creed in, handed the controller over to me.

"I'm tired, just keep the volume on low, all right Alyssa?" His voice asked.

"That's fine, as long as I can hear what's going on with Altair." I respond, taking the controller from him.

I gave a quick look around the room I was in. It was really a guest house and we had realities visiting. that included my brother. I was only 17, my brother, 20. The guest house had a living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. It was quite nice to be a guest house, but I wasn't really the type to brag. I was a typical High Middle class American Teenager that still had one more year before heading off to college. Shoulder Length highlighted blonde, dirty blonde hair with dark blue eyes and glasses. My height was an average 5'3". My only disadvantage was my right eye. I had poor eye sight in it since I was born, due to receiving too much oxygen being born three months early, so I dealt with my left eye, still trying to corroperate with my right. My life was a boring a typical gamer's life.

Spacing out for a moment, I sat on the arm of the foldout couch, getting comfortable. My brother was trying to sleep none the less. I was just glad that I was able to play Assassin's Creed. I admired Altair, but in a different way. I could never surpass any skills of his type really. I realized that I could only admire him to the point, but I could not find myself doing anything more. After all he's an assassin and my heart was already stolen by a thief. Focusing in, I logged in my name, continued through the memories of Altair in the Animus. So I started riding my black horse, remembering the glitch my brother had ran into with the horse. With a warm smile, I heard Altair's voice, demanding the horse to gallop. I was heading towards Damascus, seeing if I could wonder about the city. The Kingdom was huge, and I wished to explore, as Altair of course.

My eyes sinked to the screen, admiring the environment. The graphics were amazing and I knew that tremendous amount of effort was placed to make everything so realistic. What could I say really? The graphics have improved during my time. With a smile, Altair continued to gallop through to Damascus. Before I knew, everything around me dulled. Sounds... nothing was heard. My body felt insync. I had felt a lag within my own eyesight. I knew it was late, but I wasn't tired. I tried to speak, but I couldn't hear anything. The silence was starting to scare me. I tried calming myself down, saying it was nothing. Maybe I couldn't hear anything for a reason. I started panicking, realizing that I couldn't scream, talk, nothing. What concerned me is that I couldn't even hear myself breathe. I placed the X-box Controller on top of the game system, still trying to think of possibilities. An idea came to mind as I walked back over to the couch.

"Shawn!" I called, I thought even if I couldn't hear myself perhaps he could. "Hey, Shawn!" I called again.

There was no response. My head felt a rush. I was scared, but not to the point where it was anything close to serious. I planned on heading back through the room to the front door, thinking maybe I could some help one way or another. I instantly felt a weird sensation, as soon as I stepped through the door, reaching outside, I was in a trance. I finally heard something as if it was a brush of wind. With a relieving though, knowing that it was temporary, I relaxed.

"Murder! Assassin!" I heard voices that instantly caught my attention.

Thinking it came from the X-box, I turned around. I sallowed hard, I saw a blur of a white cloak, but I couldn't see clearly. I instantly knew what I was seeing, but I could only interperate my sense of touch. Something had grabbed on to me as I fell to the ground. So did whatever ran into me.

Letting my senses clear, I saw him. "Altair," My voice said with a frightened tone. "listen-"

Without a look or asking questions, Altair pulled me to my feet. He did how ever made a gesture to run. I felt dazed, but obeyed his orders. Altair was quite athletic for his day and age. I was young, but it was quite difficult to keep up with him. My thoughts clouded, I just couldn't think straight. One moment I couldn't hear anything and within seconds, here I was running in a city from the "righteous". Within seconds of taking myself to sprint, my heart felt as if though it would burst. Unable to breathe, I tripped upon my own feeting. I felt the rough sand scratch my face. I coughed for breath and I wished to raise to my feet.

Next I knew, I was stepped upon, unable to move. "Heathen! Least you be an accomplice of that assassin?" A voice demanded an answer.

My throat felt dry. "You don't under-"

Mere seconds passed, death cries filled the air as blood splattered about. Everything happened so quickly, I just covered myself as blood stained my clothes and skin. I then saw Altair, sitting on a black horse, having his sword drawn. I scrammbled to my feet as Altair pulled me up by my white, long sleeved shirt. He ordered his horse to gallop out of the city we were currently sub-siding in. I poorly adjusted myself to get arranged to the horse's movements before wishing to concentrate. Altair put his sword away, gaining full control of the reins soon after.

My consciousness was losing its will to take more than what was already happening. Altair didn't seem to bother to what just happened, it was his job. I was just involved. Being about his own business, the ride was a quiet one, rest assured that nothing was clear as they should have been. My chest tightened, I wanted to know if I was dreaming this, being so involved with the game of if this was actually real. It couldn't have been real. It all happened so quickly. I opened a door which led me to here. What could I presume? I opened a door to rather a new universe or something about my own imagination. With not knowing what was going to draw conclusions, I closed my eyes, hoping to awaken or realize my silly daydreaming. I needed some sort of proof. Something told me I was in a lucid dream, like often ones I would have.

"That's right... it's all just a really strange dream." I convinced myself.

A couple of minutes passed before Altair decided to speak for himself. "How do you know me?" Altair asked.

"I know very little of you." I admitted with a bit of shame. "I know you are but a Master Assassin stripped of your rank."

I instantly heard Altair's voice turn bitter. "How do you know of this? You are yet of a commoner."

"If I am a commoner, then why did you help me?" I snapped back.

The horse reared on Altair's command, I easily fell off. He quickly dismounted and drew his blade. "Then if you are not a commoner, you are rather my allie or enemy. Now explain yourself."

How could I? I had very little knowledge on the world and was still on my second mission exploring the city of Damascus. Now here I was within the Kingdom, seeking yet the cold end of the blade of the main character of the game. I saw my brother play side missions, but that's about all I could really say. I then remembered what Altair's Master said. Never to spill innocent blood. With that thought in mind, I wondered what to say.

Taking a short breath, reciting what was said. "Either way I am still innocent, you have no record of me. I have not caused any treason with your Creed."

"You have now." Altair sounded as if though he got pushed over the edge. "You will be speaking with my Master."

I had a split second to react. I pulled myself away from Altair's blade, struggling to my feet to run. I was feeling Altair reach for me, but I was able to avoid his grasp. Being too concentrated on his attempt to catch me, I didn't watch where I was stepping. Something crumbled beneath my feet. As the ground broke apart I fell. I couldn't react quick enough as a boulder hit my forehead. My body slid down the cliff onto the lake below. So many thoughts were having me take short breaths, I had began to lose more consciousness than I thought. I was feeling something warm drip off my forehead. I tried to lift my hand to my head, trying to see if it was water or something else. I was unable to concentrate. My last thought settled on such luck I had.