A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first Assassin's Creed fanfic (I just started playing them both and I'm totally hooked ^^'' And now I'm hooked to the fanfiction also). I decided to do my share and started writing this. I know this idea is probably old and worn out, but I'll try and bring something new to it. Hopefully I'll succeed. But if you're reading, let me know what you think. This is just the prologue and I'll write the next chapter as soon as I find time. And those who read my other fics – don't worry, I'm definitely not abandoning them, but I just got this huge inspiration and I just felt I needed to get it out of my system. ^^'' And if anyone is interested in betareading, I'd gladly accept your help. So contact me if you are interested. ^^
Disclaimer: No, I do not own any character in Assassin's Creed or Assassin's Creed II. They belong to Ubisoft.
Word count: 1,528
Warnings: Cursing in this one.
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Prologue
I never would've thought that picking up the weeds from my friend's backyard would prove to be so troublesome. I mean – they are weeds. They don't fight back. You just pick them up and throw them where nobody can see them. And that's it. And it would've been it except for the little fact that I found something that definitely wasn't a weed.
At first I didn't realise it at all. Then I thought it was an optical illusion. I mean, how can ground glimmer? I laughed at myself and continued my plant-killing process. But the glimmering didn't stop. No matter where I looked at, the ground glimmered. Then the greedy-side of me woke up and thought there might me gold in there.
Yeah, sometimes I can be stupid but can you blame a poor girl? Money is a thing you can never have too much. Or at least that's my way of thinking. Probably because the money seems to avoid me. Seriously, everytime I get my pay check the money seems to disappear. Rent, food, clothes... And it's all gone. Pft, stupid money.
But the glimmering thingie really bothered me, so I started to dig. With my hands. Another stupid idea, but I was afraid that the shovel might be too big for my gold-digging operation. Of course, if I had really found gold, I'd have to give them to my friend, since it was on her property but at that moment, I didn't think about it. I was too busy thinking "shiny, shiny, gold, here I come".
Imagine how disappointed I was when I didn't find gold and didn't start a new gold rush? Yep, I was torn.
And when I took – well, whatever it was – out from the ground, I was disappointed. I had found I children's robot toy. Because that's what it looked like. It was round object, with blinking lights all over it.
"Oh crap", I muttered. I had spent the last hour digging out a toy. I was going to kill the neighbourhoodkids the next time I saw them. I almost threw the thing over my shoulder, but somehow it had hooked my attention. When I looked at it carefully, it certainly didn't look like a children's toy. What on Earth had I found? I turned it around in my hands. It was shaped like a ball, but built from some kind of metal. And it glittered. Was it a fallen satellite?
Yep, I seriously thought about that for a while, until I realised it would burn in the atmosphere.
I sighed and returned back to my toy-theory. And how long had it been in the ground? My friend had told me this place had been uninhabitet for years. So maybe the old residents had left it? But it if had batteries, as I suspected, would they last for so long? I shook my head. I would have time to inspect it later, now I had weeds to take care of!
But before I let it out of my hands, I pressed something in it. At least I suspected so, because it started humming. I felt like holding a beating heart in my hands. I didn't have time to panic, I didn't have time to do anything. I just noticed it was humming, vibrating and shining a golden light appeared.
And then I was sucked in it. At that point I started panicking. Although, I didn't have much time to panic, because next thing I knew – I was eating dust and air had escaped my lungs. The thing was still in my hands, but now I was glaring at it. What had it done to me? What was it? Had it given me an electric shock?
I realised something was wrong with my surroundings, when I heard the yell:
"Assassin!" My head popped up like I had heard my own name and I started to pay attention. Remember, I was eating dust. There wasn't any dust where I was a few seconds ago. And there were buildings. Tall, white, stone building. Like the ones you'd expect to see in Middle East. And apparently there was a man in white robes running right towards me, with a fucking sword in his hand, followed by a group of other men with pointy weapons. I stared at them with my mouth open. This was the weirdest hallucination I had ever seen. And believe me, I've seen a lot of them.
I was going to close my eyes and count to ten, expecting everything to disappear and I'd find myself back in my friend's backyard, but before I managed to do that, the man in white robes was right next to me and my little shiny orb decided it was time to rise and shine again.
At that point I decided to hate the fucking thing with all my heart.
This time my landing was even worse. I landed on something hard and I was quite sure it was a human being. And then, on top of me, landed the white robed man.
"Oh, merda..." I heard beneath me. I didn't answer because I was quite busy thinking of what the fuck was going on. And why there was someone swearing in Italian beneath me. And why I had a white-robed man on top of me. I felt like a sandwich.
"Assassin! Get him!" This time all three of us turned their heads towards the yells. And yet again my favourite-weird-and-bizarre-object decided it was time to act. I was getting used to the golden light already. What I wasn't used to was the rough landings.
Again the white-robed guy decided to land right on top of me. Seriously, if he was going to make that a habit, he'd need to lose some weight. I wasn't used to this kind of treatment. And I actually felt a bit sorry for the guy beneath me.
But this time I was back in the backyard. And this time I decided to throw the goddamn-orb away from my hands. As soon as my hands dislocated themselves from it, the golden light reappeared and this time the orb vanished by itself.
My relief disappeared when the two men started to move and next thing I knew – I was standing up and facing two swords and the guys were pointing daggers at each other. And let me say this – these two were dressed up strangely. And I mean it. Hello, we lived in 21st century, nobody wore robes or fancy renaissance-looking jackets anymore. I was going to point that out but then I started to think and decided I was hallucinating again.
"Who are you?" they both asked simultaneously. I blinked. And then I couldn't control myself anymore. A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. I refused to believe this was real. This just couldn't be real. The old middle-eastern-architecture, the old Italian buildings, they couldn't possibly have been true.
"This is the most real hallucination I've ever had", I whispered and hoped it would end it soon. What had the ball done to me?
"Where am I?" the other one asked and brought the dagger a bit closer to my neck while staring at the other man. I noticed their clothes somehow resembled each other and yet they were so different. Should I answer a hallucination? I had never discussed about this with my psychotherapist. He just gave me medicines and I ate them. And I was happy with that solution.
"Uhm. You are in USA and it's 2011 and currently you are pointing a sharp dagger towards my neck and I don't like it at all, since it makes me feel a bit threatened", I answered while eyeing the dagger. Hallucinations can't hurt you, can they?
"And why should we believe you?" the other one said with a clear Italian accent. I noticed he used the pronoun 'we' whilst the other just 'I'.
"Don't use 'we'", the fist one hissed. I sensed tension. I lifted my arms carefully and tried to shoo the daggers away from my neck. Instead I found my finger started bleeding. And that my friends meant that this was real. This was really happening.
"Oh, shitprickles", I whispered. The one with the Italian accent rolled his dark brown eyes.
"Now lady, would you please explain to me", he eyed the robed one, "why you had a piece of Eden and where is it now?"
"How do you know about pieces of Eden?" the robed one asked and moved his dagger a bit away from my neck. I was in a shock. I mean, there was two men arguing about something, I didn't even know what, in my friend's backyard, and I had found a gloving orb which had done all this. I was going crazy, there was no other option.
"Where did the piece of Eden go?" I was asked again and I just didn't know how to answer. Luckily my brain decided it was time for me to take a break. I lost conciousness.