I don't do not own the Assassin's Creed Serie/Franchise or any further items of it.

"This bloodline of assassins in all started in 1191 A.D. From Altair and Maria to- uh oh, there no records until the 15th century-

Giovanni auditore and Maria auditore gave birth to Ezio Auditore and marries with Rosa and become Rosa Auditore-" "Yeah, yeah, cut to

the chase," Rebecca demanded impatiently. "Oi! You have any manners at all, I'm sorry I forgot it's you!" Shaun commented. He

proceeded, "the records are a bit unclear here, but as far I can tell it reappears in 1499 at October 6th when Louis XII occupies Milan

and 16 years later mysteriously dies of unknown causes, unknown causes my ass." His snarky attitude increase. "Please." Desmond

said exasperated. "Until the the late 1700's exactly at 1770, January 20th at the "suicide" of Charles Yorke and Desmond this is where

Our Story Begins...The American Revolution!" Shaun announced.

"Master I feel eyes on us... watching us... sir, I feel that we should move to a safer place" spoke Charles. I moved

on the rooftops of Britain listening to the Templar scum's conversation. "Don't be such a fool, Charles it's been years

since an assassin has made any move high ranking official in public or in private, don't be an idiot!" said his Templar associate.

"Also, since flintlocks opened to the public, they barely run two feet before getting shot! The best part is civilians do our dirty work, Ha!"

Charles associate exclaiming. I silently agreed the rate of assassins has decline since firearms have been open to the public.

There is huge conspiracy invovling the New World, that invovle a new piece of Eden was hidden there. They were just using its progress

as a cover-up, these sickening men, manipulating people by using dreams and hopes, only for their cause and gain. I grind my teeth in

anger.

I'm going kill every last one of them for what they did. The night I could never forget. I follow the Creed-

Nothing is true, Everything is permitted. Its been that way for awhile so I don't expect it to change now.

Then-" Good night, May the father of understanding guide you." They whispered and bowed.

Charles Yorke had supported all the acts passed to the New World in order to fund the Templars and as usual the Pope Clement XIV was

secretly supporting them. He entered his manor, I jumped down from the rooftops on to the streets, I walk to enter through the back

second story window. I climbed in arch window, the marble floor would prove difficult to maneuver. Paintings adorned the elegant red

walls of the manor. I continuously crouched through the abode. I caught a glimpse of a figure moving through a doorway. I tailed

behind I peeked through the door. He laid down on his bed, I busted the door open and I ran over and put a cloth to his mouth and

plunged my hidden blade in him. His body convulsed violently, still the loss blood helped me subdue him until he passed. I changed his

clothes and covered the blood, so I made a noose and hung him from it making it look like suicide to the public, but the Templars would

know.

Vengeance is blood. I quickly fled the scene, waiting till morn when they came and saw what I did.

"DEAR, LORD WHAT HAS HAPPEN... OH MY GOD!?" said a servant who just arrived for work. I heard from rooftop that I slept on

last night from across Charles house. I saw him run outside yelling for the constables that would come minutes later. They alerted

everyone connected to him about the "suicide", for the Templars this was a decimating set back. Acts taxing the colonies would be

decided more slowly and only a small sum would be funded to them. I had just taken away the money and some political power from

their group and I had done it swiftly. Like my ancestors I disappear like a phantom, like I was never there at all.

I'm Joseph Cardigan, I-am-an-Assassin.