When you read through a history book, it talks about all the important people, places and events. Their names are mentioned, their birthplace, their families, what they did before they became important, and how they died. You walk by a stranger, bring up a name, and they would know who that person is.
My story won't be in the history books.
I can guarantee you no one, expect for a few, will know my name. My parents will be the only one who knows my birth place, and my wife and children will be the only ones who know when I died.
To the world, I don't exist.
I am invisible.
I know what you're thinking. "Why am I wasting my time on a no one?" Well, I'm getting to that.
You see, I was born at the end of the Great War. 1918, in Austria-Hungary, on October 11th. If you know any history at all, you know that is a month before the end of the Great War. Before everything changed.
I'm the eldest of four. My father, a native German, was off fighting for his country. My mother, a Magyar, was left alone to look after the farm, while in labour. My uncle and aunt had been with her when she went into labour. My mother didn't make it.
When the war ended, my father came home to no wife and a newborn son, and did not know how to react to the situation. He surely couldn't look after the farm and raise a newborn. He sold the farm, and left, going back to his native Germany, leaving me with my aunt and uncle.
Once the empire split, I was living in Hungary with my aunt, uncle, and three cousins. My father did not contact them until three years later.
In 1922, he wanted me to move to Germany so we could be a family. Of course, I had no idea what was going on, being four, but my uncle was not impressed, and refused, but I was not his child, and so he brought me to Germany, Hamburg to be exact.
When I arrived, I was greeted by my father, his new wife, a native German, and twin girls, Adali and Mady, who were two, and another baby on the way. I didn't understand what had happened, but my uncle did.
You're probably wondering why I'm telling you all this. In order to understand what was going to happen to me in 1941, it's important that you know the background information.
My step-mother didn't like me, simply because I wasn't a pure German, as she would put it. It didn't help I had a Hungarian name instead of a German one, but my father didn't care until later, especially after the outbreak of the second war.
You see, there is a specific reason I'm not mentioned in the history books. To the Allies and Axis, I don't exist. To the enemy, the Templars, I'm just another nuisance, and to my uncle and the others, I'm a very important person.
My name is Zsigmond Wolf, and I am an Assassin.
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
Song at the end is "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy. This song has been my obsession for a while.