Assassin's Creed fan fiction – Eyes of an Eagle
Written by Durai
WARNING: If you haven't played the games yet, make sure you do because they're awesome. Also, if you haven't played all the games yet, this will probably contain some spoilers for you. You've been warned!
Chapter 1 – Ancestral Past
My ancestors. It always comes down to my ancestors. I used that thing, you know. The Animus. They've showed me things I never knew I had in me. They made me experience things I had never dreamed of. And they made me do things I'd never do. My name is Caden, and this is my story.
It was the same thing that happened to that man, Desmond Miles. I heard he was important for Abstergo Industries, but I never managed to figure out why. Apparently, they wanted some kind of ancient artifact from him, but he never gave it to them.
In fact, he even used the damn artifact to kill one of their leaders, Warren Vidic! Now I have to say, that's something even I wouldn't have done. But he did it to save his father. I never had to save mine, he was already dead. But I'd have to save someone. And for that, I needed to go back to my own past. Live my ancestors' lives. And yes… They too, were Assassins.
The first ancestor I 'relived' was Bjorn, a Norwegian man who was apparently an Assassin at that time. Because of a war, he had to resort to the ways of the Brotherhood, and he became the first Assassin in my lineage.
1060 – Norway
'How fares your ship today, Rolff?' Bjorn said. Rolff laughed loudly. 'She fares fast and quiet, like she's supposed to go, my friend!' he yelled back. Bjorn nodded and continued walking towards the fishery.
Bjorn wasn't a tall man for Viking standards. He was a rather small man, but with the body of an athlete. Unlike his fellow warriors, who were built more like bears. He had half-long blonde hair with a braid at the side of his face. All in all, he was one of the most handsome men in the village, and one of the best warriors among them.
His ship was called the North Wind. It wasn't the best fishing boat, however. For some reason, Rolff's boat, the Sea Serpent, always managed to get the most fish on board. It was as if someone poured liquid luck over that ship and then somehow made it tie to their fishing spot.
Rolff was, by far, the most rich man in town, apart from the Jarl. The Jarl was the lord of the village, their commander and their general. The Jarl, Korgan, was a wise and powerful man. Every attack on his village failed because of his great leadership.
And in this village, Bjorn lived. He had lived here all his life, and his parents were still alive. But that was to change soon.
One night, Bjorn slipped out of his house to get some fresh air. He just returned from a mead-drinking contest and he wanted to get some extra fresh air before going to bed and crawling under some furs.
When he was outside, though, he managed to see some strange footprints close to his house. They looked like boots, but the prints were far too heavy for that. Bjorn cursed and ran to the Jarl's Longhouse. There, he knocked on the door.
'My Jarl, are you still awake?' Bjorn yelled. A guard opened the door. 'He's still awake, you can come in, Bjorn,' he said. Bjorn patted him on the shoulder firmly and walked inside, where it was nice and warm.
Bjorn found Korgan sitting on his throne, probably pondering about his long reign and life. 'My Jarl, there is something I must make you aware of,' Bjorn said. Korgan sighed deeply, looked up and said: 'Bjorn, I already know I'm slowly dying. There's nobody that needs to tell me that anymore.'
Bjorn narrowed his eyes. 'Were you poisoned?' he asked. Korgan sniggered. 'A man that poisons me will die by my axe in his head. No, I'm not poisoned. Can't you see I'm becoming old, boy?' he answered.
And he was right. His once so bright orange hair was now more grey, with a short beard and mustache on his face and two braids on the sides of his face. His body had also become slightly more fat than muscle. Korgan was getting old, indeed.
'Now boy, what did you want to tell me?' Korgan asked. 'Well, my Jarl, I've found footprints that are definitely not ours,' Bjorn answered. Korgan frowned. 'Footprints… Where exactly did you find those?' Bjorn scratched himself over his head. 'I found 'em right next to my house. I don't know who it was, but the footprints were really deep, so it couldn't be one of us,' he said.
Korgan's hand went through his beard. 'They were deep, you say?' he asked. Bjorn nodded. 'Since we wear boots made of seal leather, it couldn't be ours. I think they were armored boots.' Now, Korgan's eyes grew bigger. 'Then we might have been invaded!' he said.
I heard a sound and I woke up again. I saw that I was still in my hideout with my team. I sat up straight and stepped up from the Animus. 'Anything happened while I was gone?' I asked. Ben, our archivist, said: 'Well, that depends on what you mean with 'missed'.
I frowned. 'Don't give me riddles, what happened?' Emma, the woman that took care of the Animus, said: 'We've been hacked by Abstergo. They're coming here!
That was it for the first chapter. Please tell me what you think of this new story and if you'd be so kind as to leave a review, that would be much appreciated. Thank you for reading!