I do not own assassins creed.Ive decided to try a new style of writing. This is only an experiment. IF you liked the story please review. It helps a lot.
The year is 1549, a time when assassins are fighting their own brethren because of greed and the struggle between power and balance. The assassins fight for the people so that may have a sense of freedom because in this cruel world, the Templar's rule with an iron fist. They have been shaping its history since the beginning. Not many know about the beginning, when one asks about what the beginning was like and where everyone came from, they disappear. And are never to be seen again.
Cole, a young man living an isolated life in the country, has never seen the big city and hasn't socialized much at all. In fact, he lives so far away from civilization that he takes an online course in education. He has no friends. His only friends(if you could consider them friends)were people that me met playing the latest video games. Cole's family grows crops. They don't really grow the crops themselves, they have robots that do all the work for them, they just take care and maintain the robots. Lets put it this way, his house is so far away from civilization, if you were to look onto the and turn about 360 degrees, you would only see open farmland with various types of crops, ranging form corn, to lettuce, to wheat, and many other things. But where he lived, it was beautiful. It was amazing to look out everyday and see the sun rising over the horizon and see the field light up in a shiny gold color. It was so pretty, i would sit on his porch for hours each day watching the sun rise and fall. I would sit there so long, that some of my fellow assassins thought i was in a trance, or took some kinda drug. The reason i would stare so long at the fields everyday, is because it reminded me of home. The one place i could look back on and remember all the good times. I could look back and see the happy looks an my families faces, i could look back and see happiness. Sometimes it hurt to look back, i could look back and remember the happiness, but in the back of my mind, i knew i could never relive those memories and see their faces again. They were all gone and there was nothing i could do about it. When i left home at 19 years old, and i joined the military, i thought i was doing something good, something for everyone, something where people back home could look at me and be proud. I think back at these things i wish i would have never left home. I sometimes wish i could take back things i said and did. If i would have never left home i could've died in peace with my family close by my side. But that's all gone, and that's one of the hardest things to do in my position. But when you run it through your head over and over again, it does no good to reminisce. That's why i became an assassin. I became an assassin so i could give people a chance to live in freedom so that they wouldn't go through the same misery i went through. Hopefully when this is done and over, i might be able to start my own family, but for now i'm fighting for the present and the future. Its time to move out now. My team has spent to much time at this families homestead already, and we might've given our position away. We are currently on the run from the Templar's. We took out the leader of the New Communist Party of Georgia, so we are running day and night, hiding in the homes of those who support our cause. Its time to move on to our next target.