Summary: I remember everything. I remember the times where Galath and I burned the world. I remember my lovers. I remember my redemption. I remember Isa. I remember our child. I remember Juno's betrayal.
I await to be Reborn!
Notes,
This is supposed to be written as like a journal of Siris. Also, Juno takes a physical form immediately when Desmond releases her. Siris wears the King set of armor and wields ONLY the Infinity Blade.
Eden
5 years pre-Toba Catastrophe
A woman, wearing a flowing white dress, walked through the desert. None else dared to trek here, but she knew what the reward for her journey was.
Long before her existence, a Master of Life used technology to scorch the planet and renew life by shooting a ship into the Sun. He would always reappear to take the survivors and cage them.
She would do the same.
Unknown
We had failed…
When I killed HIM, we thought humanity could rest. But I foolishly let him live, reborn as a child.
The child grew vengeful. He took up the mantle of his former self…after he grew up, he went his separate way…we thought him lost to the vast deserts.
He had not been. Galath had worked his way back to the forth of our child's mind, corrupting him. He turned on me and my wife, locking us in the Vault Of Tears, besting us both in combat. He forced us to watch as he burned our world and created a new species, a race of overseers to keep humanity at whim.
So we waited. We waited for one of them to make a mistake.
I am Siris, and I await REBIRTH.
Later…
The one called 'Juno' betrayed everyone. She released the Ark too soon. Not even Galath was prepared. Nearly all perished…
Too few to leave any sane hope on the planet.
But there was hope. Hope in Juno's sister, Minerva.
She had rerouted the locks on our vault to a single pedestal, programmed to fit their own DNA…
Much of that hope was shattered when she was slain by Juno.
None of her kind were deathless…
We would have to wait until the singularity came, and released us.
My beloved Isa,
I miss you so. Our child stole your life from you, and did not even survive. The past eons were hard, but we had each other…
I know not how i shall carry on. I know I must kill Juno, for she has obtained the blood of Deathless. She waits her transformation. I have discovered that the pedestal designed to release us will also release her. If not for this, I would take myself with this blade and join you in the next world.
I am not even sure The Infinity Blade will work on her, if it has enough blood to be activated, or if I am destined to fight deathless for eternity.
I miss TEL. I miss our child. I miss your warmth on the stone floor at night.
I miss you.
Your King,
Siris
I can see him. The prodigal son. The one destined to release the last two deathless. He is clueless as to what he will wring upon his people. They earned their freedom.
I look up, and from the depths that this Temple was built upon, I see him. He is strapped into a machine…I only wish I could tell him what awaits him. That he may end up subjecting his entire species to slavery, then extinction.
I see the prodigal son walk up to the pedestal.
I see him send his friends away, and I know I must be ready.
He lays his hand upon the glowing orb. I can see Juno start to materialize.
I start my climb.
The moment I reach the final platform, the way out is blocked by more humans. They wield strange weapons that move small metal pellets that bounce off of my armor. They keep attacking, but I lift my hand, using my ring to steal their life from them.
The men start to drop. I take my beloved's disk and attach it to the boy who sacrificed himself. I let him float down into the abyss, where if he is lucky, Juno will forget about him.
I walk out and see the world as it is now…so many machines. My helmet tells me Juno is far ahead. She has the advantage, being able to have seen everything.
I will not let her use the Ark, and no Assassins or Templars will stop me.
I am Deathless.
I am reborn.
Alright, what do you think? Should I:
Write the final face off against Juno? End it here(if nobody asks me to continue this, I will) Make a full story of this Write it from third person.