Summary: Cryptic messages were hardly Minerva's only attempt to warn the human race about what was to come. Before she and Tinia left the world, Minerva gave one last gift to the people. The Divine, a human girl that Minerva blessed with wisdom and the power of foresight. A conduit, through which she could continue to attempt to warn the humans about what was to come.

Author's Note: This is not a retelling of the Assassin's Creed series. I am changing some parts of the story. Nothing to major but still... Anyway, I hope you like it and please read and review. I'm posting the prologue and the first two chapters all at once so have fun reading! ~Hugs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Prologue

"Mya, please! You never go to the Bad Weather club with me." Alyssa whined on the other end of the phone. I sighed, running my hand through my inky black hair and frowning when my fingers caught on a multitude of tangles.

"Look Alyssa, I would but- I've got a lot of work to do."

"Right," Alyssa smarted back, "sitting around all night looking like a bum and doing that stupid boring paper instead of going out with your super bored and desperate best friend? I see what your priorities are Mya."

I grinned at Alyssa's antics and glanced down at the book in my lap where Leonardo Da Vinci's old, wrinkled, and wise face gazed back at me. This man was one of the greatest of all time, not to mention one of the smartest. My eyes moved from the book to my laptop screen and I noticed that I was half-done anyway. What could a night at the club hurt? Sighing for dramatic effect, I slammed my laptop and said, "Sorry Leonardo, I guess my paper on you will have to wait." I moved the phone away from my ear to avoid the excited squeal on the other line. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Mya!" Alyssa cried, "I owe you one!"

After exchanging meeting information and saying "you're welcome" about a dozen times, I hung up the phone and rose from my comfortable spot on the couch. Glancing into the mirror on a nearby wall, I winced when I saw my haggard reflection. "Guess it is time for a bath. Alyssa was right, I look like a bum." I mumbled, walking towards my bedroom.

At a quarter till ten I showed up in the parking lot of the already packed club. Taking a glance at myself in the rearview mirror and nodding approvingly, I opened the car door and made my way towards the line of people that were waiting for entry. Before I could take my place however, I was grabbed by the arm and yanked to the side by none other than Alyssa Martin. She smiled and hugged me tightly, before walking towards the bouncer, me in tow. "Hey Bruce." she said, smiling at the brutish guy that was guarding the entrance. He was huge, towering over both Alyssa and myself, but he had a kind smile and he unlocked the rope chain to let us through without a word. Alyssa thanked him and walked in gesturing for me to follow, and I noticed that his gaze stayed on her for a little longer than it should have.

Stepping into the club, in my opinion, was like stepping into another world. People moved in sync to the booming noise that was coming out of gigantic speakers, and dancing neon lights ran over the crowd, illuminating people's hair and clothes and making them glow in an almost ethereal way. My chain of thought was interrupted when Alyssa grinned at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the horde of people who seemed to part like the red sea as she passed. Her short white dress seemed to change colors as she passed under the lights, her blonde hair pulled up into a stylish, yet elegant updo, and to me she looked like a goddess.

Although I had no idea where anything was, Alyssa seemed to have no trouble navigating her way through the crowd of laughing drunk people. When a bar materialized before me, I tapped her on the shoulder and shook my head frantically when she glanced back.

"Oh, come on Mya!" she cried over the increasingly loud music, "Have a little fun for once in your life."

She seemed annoyed and me, being the pushover that I am, agreed to have one drink. Instantly, her whole demeanor brightened and she was smiling at me infectiously as if nothing had ever happened.

She turned and finished leading me to the bar before quickly shoving me into one of the only stools that wasn't preoccupied. Glancing down the bar, she gestured frantically to a guy who was mixing drinks a little way down. "Ryan!" she cried out. It seemed to get his attention, even though I was certain that there was no way he could have possibly heard her, as I was sitting right next to her and I could barely hear anything she said. He grinned when his eyes met hers and he made his way towards us, handing off the drinks he had made to different customers as he did. "Hey," she said, leaning in flirtatiously as he stopped directly in front of her. I noticed that his eyes never left hers, even though she was practically inviting him to look at her assets, and I felt my respect level skyrocket.

"Hey Alyssa, how have you been?" he yelled over the music.

"I've been great Ryan. What about you?"

"Eh, same old same old." he shrugged, glancing sideways at me, who was openly staring at him with wide and curious eyes.

"Who's your friend?" he asked Alyssa, who seemed put out that he was interested in me.

"Oh, this is my friend Mya. I convinced her to come along with me tonight."

Ryan smiled at me kindly, and stuck out his hand which I took without hesitation. As I did however, the world turned white, my ears ringing as a sharp pain reverberated through my brain, and then the next thing I knew I was on the floor, surrounded by several concerned individuals, one of them being Ryan. His amber eyes filled with concern as I moaned, clutching my head.

"Oh my god Mya! are you alright?!" Alyssa's voice shrieked. She shoved Ryan (who was hovering over me) out of the way as she placed her hands on my face in concern. "Oh my God, you're burning up Mya. Your face is all white. What happened?"

"I- I don't know." I whispered, my voice lost in the music that was playing. The room hadn't bothered me that much before, but now I felt like I was suffocating. The music was to loud and people to many. I pushed away helping hands as I stood, clutching my head again as the pain spiked through it once more.

Alyssa grabbed my arms, ignoring my attempts to remove her hands, and thanked Ryan for something. Maybe it was the sharp words he used to get the people surrounding us to move away. I glanced once more at him as Alyssa dragged me away, worry written all over her face. He seemed... confused. "Well that makes two of us buddy" I thought as his face was lost in a sea of people. Alyssa dragged me out the door of the club, ignoring the cries of Bruce as she took me back to my car. She demanded my keys, and I gave them up easily, instead slumping into the passenger seat.

The drive back to my house was silent, the only conversation came from Alyssa who was debating with herself on whether or not to take me to the hospital. My sharp reply (when I got tired of listening to her) was that she shouldn't be so overdramatic and that I would be fine when I got home and went to sleep. She seemed to ease up now that I was speaking a little bit, and so we sat in silence until she pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. She told me in no uncertain terms that she was staying the night with me, and that if I had another episode that she was taking me to the hospital, no exceptions.

Alyssa had always been a worry wort, at least when it came to injuries. Once, when I was six years old, I crushed my finger in the car door. Even though it wasn't serious and I could function perfectly, Alyssa still cried when I showed her the black and blue finger, and she swore that she was going to "nurse" me back to health. It came to no surprise to me then that Alyssa sent me straight to bed when we got in the door, and she watched over me like a hawk as I got ready for bed. She helped herself to my pajamas, as she had no other clothes to wear, and plopped down on the couch, giving a pointed look towards my bedroom door.

I groaned, but still went like I was told, curling up into the covers and puzzling over what had happened at the club. As I drifted off to sleep, a voice rang throughout my head. "He is important." it told me. "He is important..."

"He is important." I whispered, slipping into the world of dreams as images of Ryan flashed through my mind.