Patrucio POV
The sun was shining through my curtains. I grumbled in my sleep and pulled my blankets over my head. Suddenly the alarm went off and I jumped up. The alarm always made me flinch. I really hated that. My name you ask? My name is Patrucio Altairio de vedici.
I am 19 year old assassin. Yeah you heard right. I am am assassin. I kill people...but not innocent people. My mission like any other assassin the the world is to destroy the Templars. A group that is trying to take over the world. Yeah World domination, nothing new eh? Today was the day that I could finally test myself. Together with 4 others I was chosen to go to Denver and go back into time to kill the Templar once and for all. I got up, put on my lovely white sweater and blue jeans. Don't forget my shoes. When I finally got all my stuff packed in I went off to a private airport owned by our brotherhood's leader. A shriveled old man with a -wait for it- brown beard. Everybody called him papa assassino. Meaning father assassin in Italian. Yeah the flight was horrible and long; we had to make 3 pit stops in Arkansas, Arizona and Massachusetts before finally landing in Colorado. I stumbled out kissing the floor. I missed it so much. It was a day that I will never forget. So after the flight we were stuffed into a car together and brought to a place which looked like a fort or something. It's walls were grown over by ivy that has been spinning up it's cracks and holes. Moss has started to grow on the rocks lining the wet and rocky road made from sand and pebbles. The car stopped in front of the large fort doors. Even though the doors were newly painted, you could easily tell their old. We were lead up to the doors were a mid aged man with blue eyes and grey hair greeted us. "Hello my Pupils. My name is Ivan and I will be your teacher from now on." Everybody bowed in front of him as he said those words, but not me. I always accounted myself a master less assassin. A rouge. Ivan looked and wandered up to me "Seems like you do not know what it is like to have a master...I like you. You shall be the first one to try the animus", he told me in his sturdy voice. I looked at him baffled. He lead us inside the Fort. The main hall was held up by 12 sturdy columns. Each column was designed to recreate a story. The first one I recognize was Altair, the third one Ezio, then came Malik, Kadar and Connor. The last 3 though were a mystery to me. As we moved on we went up the grand stairs a bunch of left turns and a right turn. We stopped in front of a metal door. Ivan typed in a code and steam was released as the heavy door opened. Inside was something that looked like a laboratory out of Iron Man. Screen floating around, Robots here and there. I noticed that to the side were manuqins encased in glass containers. Each of them was put on a different robe. We finally halted in front of a chair. Ivan pointed to it "go on and sit down", he ordered me. I hesitated a bit but sat down and laid on the chair. He put a helmet -or it rather felt like one- on my head and put a metal wrist band on my right arm. Both of witch were connected by wires to a main computer that then transferred the data through a converted that is hooked up to a screen. "this is the animus. This device will help you relive the lives of your ancestors. Through this helmet the wires transfer the images in your brain to data which are stored in the main computer. The min computer runs the data through the converter that converts it to pictures which we will see here on this screen. So we can track your every move, action, and sentence", he explained to me and the group wile going off on the computer, bushing buttons and checking my stability in the chair so that I won't call off. "are you ready?", he asked me. I hesitated but I just gave a small nick from me. He pushed some buttons and pulled a lever "safe journey my friend", he whispered to me as everything around me became nothing more than a pit of darkness.
End of Prolog