*I HAVE RETURNED. This is semi-awkward. Well I know its been to long since I put anything up. Life has been hell and I just never knew what to do. I keep contradicting myself in a way. All I want is to make a solid RWBY Crossover fanfiction. The last two just never stuck with me, so I'm going with third times the charm. This is basically my way of making the characters in their base forms, in that of they had no powers, and when born anew, can be built up. That might be why I never fully committed to the Final Fantasy crossover. Taking individuals from all there worlds with past powers of a scale I never could fully get. So I am just going to stick to the lore of RWBY and with these characters I have, make them use their own knowledge to become better then who they were before and try to be better in ideals and actions of this new life. So I'll let you all decide if I have what it takes. Enjoy.*

Darkness had held Altaïr for what seemed like eternity. He just slept, for there seemed to be no other urge to do but that. So he did, but his dreams were filled with memories of his past. Over and over, he relieved many points of his life. His search for The Chalice, which turned to be Adah, a woman he once held affection for. His hunt for the nine Templars, in order to gain back his place as an Assassin. Having to kill his own Mentor, and in turn become a Mentor himself. Gaining the Piece of Eden, leading to glimpses of what would come. Meeting Maria, having his children. And the downfall and rebirth of his Brotherhood. All this, his whole life kept repeating. But it still kept bothering him. Even with all the good he did in his life, there were so many mistakes he made that he wish he never had done. Wanting the wisdom to make better choices. It all kept haunting him. He wanted to make it so he could live again, and whatever mistakes he made, he could correct them.

After the continuing silence, faint noise could be heard. He wondered what it could be. Slowly it become louder. After a few minutes, he felt light on his face. To his surprise, he opened his eyes. The only thing he could see was a wooden roof. He could feel he was in a bed. He slowly got up, and saw many small beds lined in two rows along the room. He then saw many children run by the open door to the room. He slowly got up, trying to collect himself. He felt his body being smaller, it didn't take long for him to realize he was a child as well. If he had to guess he as probably about five physically. He was reborn, a new place and a new life.

So he first needed to figure out where he was first. He had on a basic white shirt and black shorts. So he walked out of the room to the hall and walked on, looking into each room. Some of the objects in the room were very unfamiliar to him. He walked by a room that had a middle aged man at a desk writing down something. Altaïr wondered in, keeping the look of a curious child. There were several small bookcases on the sides of the room, with many books in them. It also had many papers scattered around the room. On a chair sat several other books, at the top sat a book that the title on the front said "World of Remnant". He finally drew the attention the man at the desk.

"Is there something I can do for you my boy?" He said in a pleasant voice.

"Um, is it okay if I take this book sir?" Altaïr asked, almost surprised at the different in his voice, still adjusting to being a child.

The man laughed a little. "A youth interested in knowledge. Go on boy you can have it, If you even wish to find more, I have several others. Just ask me if you when you want to read them."
Altaïr nodded and picked up the book. He walked out and looked for a way outside. He found an open door and saw outside were many children playing, at least twelve from his count. This place must have been a safe haven for them. The area was a grassy plain with one dirt path leading out into the world. He looked to the side and saw a young woman watching over the children. He sat at the end of the porch and opened the book, He found it strange how he recognized the words within, even though it wasn't his native language. He figured if it was a new start for him, he would do what he could for it. He wanted to learn all he could, so now was a good a start as any.

*Ten Years Later*

Time passed, and Altaïr learned more then he thought he ever would. The world he once was in was gone. Now living in Remnant, a new world with different rules. He learned all about Dust, The Kingdoms, The Grimm, and even Aura. He learned all he could about it and more. He came to find out how much more technologically advanced this world was. Some he found useful and similar to visions he gained from the Piece of Eden of his old life, but it seemed different. He came to the conclusion that this was a completely different world, whether he be here by fate or Gods will, he did not know, but he would make the best of what he could. He grew up in the house with the other children. It was a safe haven for those without parents at the western coast of the continent Sanus. He want to see the rest of the world. Him being fifteen, he was old enough to be on his own, so he set out into the world, to see what there was to accomplish.

He went to the city of Vale. He had heard stories that it was the best place to go, and figured it was a good start. It took him many days to get there, but he saw it was worth it. Vale was a large place, and much more to do there. He needed someplace to find work and make a living. After wondering the city for sometime, he found a blacksmith and gear store. He entered the store to find the owner. The store was pretty a pretty big man, with dark hair.

"What can I do for you son? Interested in getting some gear?" Said the man in a cheery tone.

"I'm looking for a job, this place is in my skill range. I am willing to learn more as well." Altaïr said, his voice becoming closer to how it was, with a slight accent.

The Owner looked at him with a curious look. "I don't really hire just anyone, and to be honest I don't really have a reason to hire anyone right now. But you seem like you came a long way, So what the heck. First though you need to show me what you know." He said in serious tone.

He walked from behind the counter at the back of the store to a the display case in the middle of the large room. He pulled a dagger out of the case and showed it to Altaïr.

"How well of a blade do you think this is?" He asked the young Altaïr.

Altaïr took the blade in his hand, his initial urge was to hold it back-handed as he always did with short blades. He swung it lightly a few times.

"I think the blade is a bit too light. It could use a bit more weight on the hilt, but not to much to remove speed for faster strikes. Possible use metal for the handle, not wood." Altaïr explained.

The Owner took his words in. Seeming a bit impressed with what he said.

"Not bad, its one of my cheaper weapons, so its not the best quality. Your points though are true in some respect, really its all about the weapon users preference. You might have some talent." He said. "I'll give you a chance kid, you seem to have potential."

Altaïr was a bit happy he was giving him a chance.

"Name's Mason, Whats your name kid?" Mason asked.

"Altaïr sir." He replied.

"Alright, you can start tomorrow. Get use to the place." Mason explained.

This was the start of Altaïr's new life.

*And this is the end of part one. I skipped forward so far because I figured I'm horrible at back stories. And in the part where it said Altaïr spoke with an accent, imagine how he spoke in Assassin's Creed Revelations. Altaïr won't be the only one here, and it should be interesting to see how these people of different time's interact. His life as an assassin in the old life is over, but him and his brothers of his old life will fight for a new cause. And please, review if you feel willing, and any advice is very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy this, I don't plan on abandoning this story, it will take alot of time, but I do hope to actually finish this one. See you next time.*