Altair Ibn- La'Ahad, Master Assassin, was entering Solomon's temple with his two brothers, Malik and Kadar Al-Sayf. They were sent to retrieve an artifact from the Templar's vile hands. He had just ended the old man's life swiftly with his hidden blade, which in turn, led to a nagging, pissed of Malik. The three assassin's had snuck into an open alcove and saw what Kadar thought was the Ark of the Covenant. Altair wanted to end De Sable then and there. As he was making his way to attack, something odd happened.
A blinding golden light shone through the entire temple, even with his hood on it was hurting his eyes to see. Then a womanly voice resounded of the walls in a booming voice. "The past must change for the sake of the future." The voice was English Altair deduced. He turned to his brothers and saw a gold mist encircle them. "Malik! Kadar!" he called out in confusion. "What in Allah's name is happening?!" Malik called out trying to push it away from him. "Master Altair! You as well!" Kadar said pointing to him.
Altair looked down and saw that the golden mist slowly encircle him like a stalking predator, slowly, but surely, rising up to engulf him. He tried to swat and clear it away, but to no avail. Thankfully, none of the Templars noticed them. "Look, sir, up there!" A voice called out from below. Damn. The mist seemed to pick up speed, forming a shimmering cocoon around the three assassins.
"The past must change for the sake of the future." The English voice called out from earlier. What did the voice mean? Who was the voice? What was happening? Them it seemed that the cocoon shrunk and tightened. Then the disturbing feeling of being squeezed through an impossibly tight space overwhelmed the master assassin. " Kadar!" Malik called out, concerned for the last of his family. "Brother! Altair!" Kadar called out in shock and fear. Altair was barely able to make out what they said, their voices becoming distorted and distant. Then it all went black and tight.