ASSASSIN'S CREED

SALVATION

Chapter One.

Chris couldn't sleep. There was no chance. Too many questions that needed immediate answers. Why was he here. Why had they taken him. All he knew was that he wanted answers now. His heart was racing and his palms were sweaty, all he had was a piece of paper they'd handed to him, and his clothes which were folded into a neat pile on the chair adjacent to his bed. They told him to read the note before he went to sleep. Why should he? If that's all they decided to say to him then they can't expect him to co-operate with no questions asked.

Then again, he was curious, always had been, as a child he loved to explore, never really grew out of it, when he wasn't working at the video game store, he was usually wandering, no directions, no map, just him and the road. He had decided to read it. This time, as well as several times in his life, his curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't do anything about it, he picked up the yellowish crumpled envelope. The first thing that came to mind was; Old. This thing looked ancient. He had seen old newspaper cuttings from the 1940s and 50s but this was older. He took the envelope in his hand, it read 'Ramon De Aguila,' He read it carefully.

Mi Querido Salvador,

No son mundos suficientes en el mundo para explicar qué parte de mi agradecimiento que se merece. ahora que Rafael Escarabajo ha muerto nuestra familia puede finalmente vivir en paz. usted no entiende lo mucho que esto significa para mí, y lo mucho que significaba wouldve a tu padre ya tu madre.

Con todo mi amor

Tía Alejandria

Chris knew Spanish, in fact, he was fluent in Spanish, French, German, Italian and Russian. so this was not at all hard for him to translate.

My Dearest Saviour,

There are not enough worlds on the earth to explain how much of my thanks you deserve. now that Rafael Escarabajo is dead our family can finally live in peace. you don't understand how much this means to me, and how much it wouldve meant to your father and mother.

All my love

Aunt Alejandria

He was confused, just then the bedroom door opened, a tall thin appeared, he had short black hair and a long face. "Hello Chris, I trust you slept well?" the man said. "Not at all, where are we? who are you?" Chris replied. "My name is Desmond Miles, I am an Assassin, as are you, you just don't know it yet, I have relived the lives of three of my ancestors, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, Ezio Auditore, and Connor Kenway, all Assassins with three very different lvies, now, it's your turn.