Memory Sequence One: Birth of an Assassin
It's June 5th, 1890, a beautiful spring day in Belgrade, Kingdom of Serbia but a young woman was suffering. The woman was giving birth to her new offspring, with her husband with her side she thought she could overcome the pain, she was lying to herself. The doctor made it to the room as fast as he can but the wife was throwing a fit like no tomorrow.
"Ma'am be patient we will get the baby out of no time, now please calm down so this can be easier." Said the doctor as he tried to help the young woman.
"(Serbian) Požuri (Fuck), hurry up or I'll kill you!" Roared the frustrated woman.
"Smirite se (Calm down), everything will be alright." Said the husband in a soothing voice.
After the wife stopped whining, the doctor continued to try to take out the baby in the mother's womb.
"Ahh!" Cried the wife thinking she is going to die. "Please stop, I had enough hell for one day." She told the baby.
"Please, stay strong." Said the soon to be father.
After the doctor stopped operating on her they saw the baby, finding out it's a boy.
"Mr. and Mrs. Nikolić, what are you going to name your son." Said the doctor.
"Anna, I'm going to name him Dragoslav." Said the father proudly.
"I agree with you Milan, his name should be Dragoslav." Replied Anna.
The doctor then left the room to give the couple some time to see they're son.
They later leave the hospital happy to see their newborn son. They walked back home while enjoying the end of spring and their new son.
"Dragoslav, you are an Assassin like me and your grandfather, you son are strong amd I'll make you stronger than I ever was." Said Milan being even more proud than before. "I'll always love you my son."
Dragoslav started to smile when his father was finished talking to him. The smile made Milan and Anna happy to see their son.
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In July 5th, 1897, a 7 year old Dragoslav is training with his father, Milan so he can be an assassin.
"Papa, why must I train? I want to be an architect not a killer." Asked Dragoslav.
"Assassins aren't killers, they defend human nature from the Templars moj sin (my son)." Replied his father.
Dragoslav was great at sword fighting with his father and is adept in freerunning. He hated it all though, he didn't want to be a killer who took innocent lives but his father always tells him that they kill Templars who his father said aren't innocent.
"Why don't we become friends with the Templars otac (Father)?" Asked Dragoslav another question.
"Well because of our different ways of achieving peace, the Templars want control and New World Order, but us Assassins want to give the people liberty and freedom." Replied Milan. "Climb that building one more time and it will be enough for today."
Dragoslav climbed the building as fast as he can without falling off like the previous times. He made it and he was happy even though he thought he will never used that skill in his life.
"Savršen (Perfect), now you can rest and play with your friends." Said Dragoslav's father proudly.
Dragoslav hugged him and ran out to find his friends to play with.
He met his friend Ismail Mehmedović, when they met they hugged in joy and started talking to each other.
"Why are you late, moj prijatelj (My friend)?" Asked Ismail.
"Well my papa was training me, mrzim obuku (I hate training)." Replied Dragoslav with distate.
"I'm tired of talking let's just play!" Yelled Ismail with excitement.
They were playing all sorts of games like tag and hide & seek. They were inseperable, Ismail was five years old but acted like a seven years old. They played until they got to tired to even walk, they went back to each of their houses to eat dinner.
"Majka (Mother), I'm home!" Cried Dragoslav with joy. "Where is papa though?" Asked the young child.
"Moj sin (My son), he is doing his business." Replied his mother.
Dragoslav knew what his mother ment by business, he hates when his father kills other people just for the Creed. He walked to his room to wait until his father comes home. A couple hours later, his father came home to bring bad news. When Milan was starting a conversation with Anna, Dragoslav was secretly in the staircase listening.
"Bad news, the hramovnik (Templar) survived the attack, but the good news is the Kukavica (Coward) had dropped a letter to the names of numerous templars." Said his father.
To Dragoslav it was the opposite, the Bad News to Dragoslav was good news and vice versa. Then something came out of nowhere. His mother was looking tired then she started to cough up small amounts of blood. Dragoslav came downstairs to see whats happening, he was frightened that his mother was going to die. Thankfully his mother stopped coughing up blood, the rushed to the doctor to find out what is happening to Drago's mother.
"Well she has a case of Tuberculosis, she probably contracted it from person who already was infected" Said the doctor calmly.
"But lekar (Doctor) I didn't meet anyone that looked or act sick." Replied Anna.
"Maybe you met a carrier. A carrier is a person who doesn't have the symptoms of a disease but does have the disease and can pass it around, in the case of tuberculosis, the carrier passed it through the air" Explained the doctor.
"Do they have any cure to this disease?" Asked Milan
"Sadly, no their isn't, but hopefully they'll make a cure for it in the near future." Replied the doctor.
The family returned home, they ate their dinner and Dragoslav went to bed, worried that his mother will die.
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Two years later in August 10th, 1899, Milan and Dragoslav return home from practice to see a dead Anna in the bed. Her body was lifeless, Dragoslav cried for hours until he knew he had to deal with his mother's death. They buried her in the next to the house to never forget about their loss. A depressed Dragoslav rarely went out with his friend Ismail and rarely exchanged conversations with his father after the death. Until a year later he dealt with his depression and started going out more. When he went outside his friend wanted to play with him.
"Dragoslav, do you want to play?" Asked Ismail.
"Da (Yeah), narovno (Sure)." Replied Dragoslav.
They played like the last time they played which was a year ago. The Ismail came up with a shocking revelation.
"My father wants me to become an assassin also, Dragoslav, now we can meet each other when we do missions when we grow up!" Yelled an excited Ismail.
"I'm not excited, I don't want to be a killer I want to be an arhiteckta (Architect) like Leonardo Da Vinci." Replied Dragoslav.
"Like my father said, the assassins are not only killers they also fight for peace and freedom." Corrected Ismail.
"But they are using violence to obtain peace, to nema nikakvog smisla za mene (That makes no sense to me)." Said Dragoslav. "I don't want to talk about this news anymore." Continued Dragoslav. "Let's just do what we do best, having fun."
"Dobro (Okay)" Replied Ismail.
They played tons of games and Dragoslav even taught Ismail how to ride a horse. When they stopped they went back to each of their houses and ate and slept there.