Hey everyone. First off, I don't own Legend of Zelda or Assassin's Creed. There's my disclaimer or whatever it is. I haven't remembered to do one in long enough to remember what it's even called. Anyhow, this is my first crossover, and it's also my self-insert. You knew it would happen eventually. I won't say anything else because I don't want to spoil it. So here we go with LoM: Twilight Creed. R&R plz.

The Legend of Midna: Twilight Creed

Chapter One: Enter the Animus

I'm not sure how much time I've got left here, so I'm writing this now while I've still got access to a computer. My name is Adam Fox, and I'm an Assassin. If you're reading this, so are you, and the first thing you should know is that my team and I are safe for now. We've currently got our base of operations in an old Ministry of Defense facility in Salisbury Plain, but there's been talk of moving soon. The Templars are bound to be on to us by now. The leader of our team, Caroline Hawking, thought it would be a good idea for me to write down my experiences up to this point in our search for the Pieces of Eden. At first I was iffy about it, but after I thought about it, I realized she was right. It turns out that the POE's that everyone thought were lost weren't actually lost at all. I know, because I encountered one during my time in the animus. Once our computer technician, Ramayan Gupta, gets our animus up and running, I'll hopefully be able to find some of the others. You probably will want to send this out to the other Assassin teams, because they'll want to know this as well. Have you ever heard the saying "the truth is stranger than fiction"? Well, this time the truth is completely bat-shit insane.

"What-" I muttered to myself as I was jostled awake. When my vision finally cleared, I didn't recognize anything. I was in a bed, but the room I was in looked more like a hospital room than anything else, like a cross between a hospital and a prison, really. "Hey, where the fuck am I?"

"Good morning, Mr. Fox," said a man who I hadn't noticed standing next to my bed. "I do hope you're ready to work, because we've got a lot to do." Upon looking up, I saw that he wasn't much older than me, probably not even 30.

"Who are you?" I asked. I'd only seen this man for ten seconds and I already despised him.

"My name is Dr. Lawrence Mason. I'm the director at this particular Abstergo facility."

"Abstergo…" I said as I got to my feet. "Why does that name seem familiar to me?"

"You've probably seen our adverts," said Dr. Mason. "Antidepressants, mostly, but probably other drugs as well. We are the largest multinational pharmaceutical corporation in the world, after all."

"Well, what do you want with me?" I asked.

"We were hoping you could help us with some…research," Dr. Mason said. "We went ahead and took the liberty of bringing you here."

"Obviously," I said, "but why me? I can't possibly be of any use to you. I'm a jazz musician for Christ's sake."

"I believe you'll find that's where you're wrong," said Mason. The grin on his face was sickening, like he knew something bad was about to happen and he was trying his hardest not to give away the surprise. "Let me ask you, Adam, have you ever felt like you didn't quite belong?"

"At times," I said, "but I still don't see what I have to do with anything."

"Follow me, Mr. Fox," Mason said. "Soon it will all make sense." However counter intuitively, I followed Mason out of the room into a larger one. There was nothing in this room except a few chairs, an office desk, and something that looked like a roller table what they use at the chiropractor.

"I need you to lay down, Mr. Fox," said Mason.

"What is this thing?" I asked, not about to get on the table until I knew what it was for.

"This is part of the research I was telling you about," said Mason. "I've been in correspondence with a colleague of mine in Italy by the name of Dr. Warren Vidic, and he said that this machine is the key to Abstergo's future. It's called an animus."

"What is it for?" I asked as I lay down. Once I was flat against the animus, a screen came out of one side to arc across my face.

"I told you that Abstergo is a pharmaceutical company," said Mason. "Warren and I have been talking about anti-aging drugs, recently and we believe the animus could help us develop a drug that would eliminate the effects of aging altogether. Through his research, Dr. Vidic has discovered that our DNA acts as an archive, storing not only our memories, but the memories of our ancestors as well. We believe that genetic memory, as he puts it, could be the answer."

"And you want me to help you," I said.

"Precisely," said Mason. "Now just lay back and let the animus synchronize you with this memory. I'm going to start with an early one to get you used to the synchronization process. Warren has said that his subjects have had trouble jumping in, especially his last two subjects, 16 and 17." He set to work typing at the computer linked to the animus. "Alright, Mr. Fox, here we go."

"You there, Llwynog," shouted one of the prison guards, "you're free to go." I immediately knew something was strange about this memory because the guard had blue skin. Maybe this was a dream my ancestor had…

"Why the sudden change of heart?" I asked (or Llwynog asked, I guess). "A moment ago you were talking about how you'd keep me in here until you or I died, whichever came first."

"By royal decree, you're free to go." The guard did not seem at all pleased about this. "Don't feel special, though. His Majesty Link, King of Twilight, has decreed that all those imprisoned by Zant would be freed."

"Send my gratitude to His Majesty, then," I said (or Llwynog said, or whoever), as I ducked under the guard's arm and made my way out of the prison. Once outside, I made my way to the nearest body of water. The world around me was so bizarre; I'm not sure how I knew that water existed. The sky was purple with thick black clouds, and the whole world seemed to be in a constant state of twilight. When I finally did reach a small pond, I was startled by my reflection. Where I had expected to see Adam Fox, I was greeted by a completely new face. This one had light blue skin and emerald hair that hung down in front of his face. His eyes were yellow with red irises, and his ears were pointed. Half of his body was black, with a green emblem over the heart that resembled sort of a windmill. On the left arm was a silver arm band, with the same black markings snaking down the arm. I don't know if the black markings continued on down the legs or not because a purple pair of billowing pants covered them. Black marks did cover the ankles, though, and in fact, the entire right foot was black. A green emblem like a Celtic knot covered the top of the black foot as well.

"This must be a dream," I said as I stared back at the stranger. "There's no way this is real." As soon as the words had left my mouth, everything around me became blurry, and soon the world was covered in a thick fog. Before long, I could no longer see at all.

Finally my vision cleared, and I was able to catch a glimpse of the animus screen as it retracted into the machine.

"I think that's enough for today, Mr. Fox," said Mason. "You at least have had a taste of the animus. Best not to push it, eh?"

"Wait a minute," I said, gasping for breath. I think I was in a mild state of shock. "You're telling me all that was real?"

"Oh yes," said Mason. "You have special DNA, it seems. However, I had to pull you out. You see, you were still thinking like Adam Fox, which means your psyche was rejecting the synchronization process." He stopped for a moment and fiddled with his name badge. "Oh well, go and get some rest, Mr. Fox. It's a shame we couldn't have gone any longer in the animus, but I'd rather not rush it and get it right than make mistakes. Thankfully we at the London branch aren't under as tight a deadline as Dr. Vidic and his team."

"Deadline?" I asked. "Deadline for what?"

"All in due time, Mr. Fox," said Mason, as he headed for a set of sliding steel doors. "Everything will become clear in time. But you'd better rest up, as I said. You're in shock, and we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." As the words left his mouth, the doors shut behind him and he was out of sight.

Slowly I got to my feet and shuffled towards my room. As I thought about the past however many minutes, my mind was racing with questions, but one stood out among the throng:

"What the fuck?"

A/N: Adam Fox is NOT my real name, just so you know. I don't think I should have to say that, but at the same time, I sorta feel like I have to. Llwynog is as close to the real me as you're going to get in this story.