So the people who got me into Assassin's Creed all hate Desmond, they claim that even Ubisoft admitted that Desmond is just there so you have someone to hate. I don't know how true this is but I have to say my heart goes out to Desmond, in all honesty it goes out to all the Assassins, even Haytham-who I know isn't an Assassin, shut up-who at first I hated. Honestly the only person I really hate is Desmond's dad, well, aside from the obvious bad guys like Al Muhammad, Cesar Borgia, and Charles Lee and the like. So I decided to make a peace to Desmond, rest in peace.


I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, my hands gripping the sink. I knew that the face staring back at me was mine but I couldn't understand it, my eyes were golden...wait no, they were grey, no...blue, no green, wait brown...I shut my eyes tightly so I didn't have to see the face that was not my face. I'm not Altair, Ezio, Edward, Haytham nor Ratonhnake:ton.

However I am them, they are me. I look away so when I open my eyes I won't be looking into the mirror and head over to sit on the bed. Ratonhnake:ton...Ratonhnake:ton, wake up. Mother! Mother is calling me, I look to the voice and she is there and I smile for it and stand to come to her. She smiles beckoning me over, however when I reach out to touch her...

She's gone, mother! Where is she?! I look around as my heart starts pounding, she's dead, she died in a fire. I see myself in the mirror a scared and angry boy as I pant hard. Conner, I go by Conner now. I will defend the lands of my people, and I will find Charles Lee and get revenge for my mother.

Growling I turn to find my weapons, though I'd use different ones the ones I'd use most would be my bow and arrow, tomahawk and hidden blade. However...they were nowhere to be seen. Where were they?! I never had them farther then arm's reach!

"Desmond! Come on, time to get on the Animus!" I looked up in shock and saw a man...who the hell is he? He...he's my father, no wait, that can't be right; my father's a Templar, a defender of Charles Lee, and I...I killed him.

No, wait...that isn't right.

"Let's go Desmond," he growled as I tried to control my breathing, I'm Desmond, not Ratonhnake:ton, he is an ancestor from 1755 or so, he's long since dead. Yet, inside me he's very much alive. I walk to the dreaded machine that I hate and at the same time am addicted to, it is my heroin only when I try to cut myself off from it someone is right there with a needle and shooting the burning drug into my veins.

I lay down feeling the painful mixture of anger, fear, calmness, and euphoria. In the Animus, the time I spend in there, I know exactly who I am, whether Altair, Ezio, Edward, Haytham, Conner, or any other ancestor I might have that I must relieve memories of, erasing a bit more of me to make room for themselves, I know who I am. During this time I am only one person and the others, including Desmond Miles, doesn't exist.

Strength, my love.

Maria?

Before I can think more I'm already whisked away into the memories of my DNA.