Learning How To Live With Life
We were still learning how to fight - how to cope with life after this huge cataclysm. Danger was on our heels at every turn, we simply just didn't know how to find the strength to continue on. What were we even fighting for in the first place? It seems like now all that I see is a scarred palm and bruised arms. What possessed me to venture that far? I don't believe I should ever know.
A/N: Okay, I know that I'm new at this and stuff, but this is the prologue for I suppose my first fanfic. Lol, it's supposed to be on Assassin's Creed, yet set in modern times. Please do not rip my head off if I get something wrong, haha.