"Nothing is true; everything is permitted."- The Creed.

"Men must be free to do what they believe. It is not our right to punish one for thinking what they do, no matter how much we disagree!"―Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

"Do not fear the darkness, but welcome its embrace."―Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

"We may hide in the shadows but that doesn't mean were afraid to get our hands dirty working for the Light!"- Unknown.

"'The Protector': The Unknown Assassin."

Chapter 1: "The Truth!"

"Ezio run!"

A female voice screams as I stir in my sleep.

"No I will not leave you!"

As I toss and turn I can hear clanking around me, like swords. There are also blood curdling screams. I want to cover my ears but I'm to far into REM sleep to move. I try to concentrate on the male voice calling out to the female but it stops.

"Niente è vero, tutto è permesso."

"لا شيء صحيحا، فكل شيء مباح"

"Nihil est, omnia licere."

"Nothing is true; everything is permitted."

Now I hear different voices all speaking at once and saying the same thing over and over. My heart's racing, how I can feel all of this while being asleep I do not know. I toss and turn continuously, even repeating what I hear in my head.

"Questo è il nostro credo".

"هذا هو ديننا".

"Hic noster est credo."

"This is our creed."

I found my lips moving with the words that were being said in my head. I could not tell who it was talking, it sounded like two men and two women speaking at the same time. These words were just random gibberish to me.

"Siamo ... Assassini".

"نحن... القتلة".

"Sumus ... sicariorum."

"We are...Assassins."

I shoot up, my arms pushing my back from my bed as sweat beads down my body. I breath deeply, as if I had been holding my breath. For a second everything is blue, I blink my eyes, everything turns red, I blink them once more and I can make out my dimly lit bedroom. I put my hands to my head as I calm myself.

"It was just...a really weird nightmare...that's all." I tell myself as I begin to feel the wind from the ceiling fan above me again. I pop my arm and my back before I toss the covers off my body and sit up. I want to rest a bit longer, but after that nightmare I am reluctant. I then look up and over to my dresser drawers. I see my laser red colored alarm clock numbers and sigh. 6 AM. I usually, on a weekend, don't wake up till 12 PM. 'Good god I feel like crap.' I thought as I decide to stand. There was no way I was going back to sleep.

So I get up, scratch myself, yawn, and stretch my legs. I feel like I tore something from that nightmare, but the whole thing was fuzzy.

It is September 24th 2011, the day I turn 17. How exciting right? Wrong. I was beyond bored with the whole thing. My life was stero-typical while I was not. My name is Jasmine Sky Ash, and I am a 17 year old female who was nothing like a 17 year old female. I found myself muttering about things that made no sense to me while I was alone. I have heightened senses: Like smell, vision, taste, hearing, and paranoia just happening to be my 6th sense. I always found myself looking over my shoulder for no reason and thinking some one was following me.

Weird right?

For the day I put on my black pants, my red and white shirt, my black hoody jacket, and my black leather jacket over it. Oh! And white socks with black and white sneakers. I also had my brunette locks put into a high pony tail, as always, and put my Japanese fire symbol necklace on. I looked into the mirror and saw my green and gold eyes stuck out thanks to my, even paler, skin.

I sighed, 'Another boring day as Jasmine Ash.' I thought as I walked out of my room and into the hall. No one was up, of course, but for once I decided to go outside and jog around.

The sun was just coming up as I walked outside. The breeze wafted into my face as I smelled the fresh air. I loved living out in the sticks some times, nobody else for miles. Just you and nature.

Speaking of nature, my cat decided to join me as I walked around. I also had an odd urge to climb things, but suppressed it.

It was around 10 by the time I went back inside. My mom was happy to see me outside for once. She was making a cake in the kitchen as I came in. My brother was in the game room playing Hitman and my step dad was watching TV in the living room. I decided to get on the computer for the rest of the day, chat with my friends.

Around 2 PM my grandparents showed up for my 'Birthday Party', if you could call it that. The only thing I got was a little over 300 dollars in cash.

My mom then told me to blow out the candles and make a wish. I did.

I wished my life was different, more exciting.

It was around 6 PM when everything winded down. Every one but me was in bed by 11. I sat in the game room killing people with my killer skills, when my cellphone rang. Funny thing was, I thought I had turned my cellphone off...and that the battery was dead...and it was out of minutes.

Really weird.

I paused the game and slowly picked up my black trac-phone. I flipped it open and put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I fidgeted where I sat on the couch. The phone said the person that was calling me was...'No One'. It was supposed to say 'Unknown'.

"Is this Jasmine Sky Ash?" A disguised voice said, I nearly pissed myself just hearing that.

I gulped, "Yes. Who is this?"

"My name is not important, what is important is that you leave your home RIGHT NOW. People are coming to kill you, you need to-" I cut the voice off.

I stood up and began to speak loudly," Who? Why? What's going on? Is this some kind of prank because, I swear to god, if it is I will freaking kill you!" I yelled.

"Please, calm down. It's vital you listen to me if you want to life. Now, will you listen?" The voice was completely calm and serious the entire time it spoke.

I sat down, shaking. "Yes." I nodded.

"Good. First, you need to grab the items you will need to survive on your own. Second, you need to find a mode of transportation to get you as far away as possible. Do you understand?" The voice asked, trying to direct me calmly.

"Yes." I nodded again, my throat dry.

"Good. Now, hang up and do as I just told you. When your as far away as you can get I will call you again." I then did as instructed and hung up.

I got up and quickly walked to my room. I grabbed a side bag and filled it with clothes, health items, items that I might be able to sell for money, money itself, and one photo of all my friends and my brother standing beside me. I found myself shaking and crying a little bit, I had no idea what I was doing or why but I would not put any one endanger.

I then strapped my side bag tightly to me and ran outside, quietly as possible. I found myself holding the keys to my mom's white buick. I hoped that I would be able to get away without waking any one up.

I slowly got into the car and did my best backing out. Luckily I had just gotten my license a month ago, so I knew how to drive. I drove out of the garage and onto the pavement then the blacktop. My hands were shaking and I felt my vision get a little blurry. By the time I got to the little church right before the highway I pulled in, hoping this was far enough. Apparently it was.

I got another call. I pulled my cellphone out of my black pants and answered.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice shaking as I sat in the car.

"Are you at the church?" The voice asked.

"Yes."

"Good. There is a black sports car in the back yard parking lot. You will find the GPS is already set. There is also some money in the glove box for you." The person behind the voice must have known the church would be where I stopped, but how?

I took a deep breath and licked my lips, "You know what, I'm not going any where until you explain to me what's going on." I said very seriously.

"I understand." The voice paused, as if contemplating what to say. "Abstergo was after you."

"Abstergo? You mean the big-huge technology and pharmaceutical company? Why?" I asked, feeling even more in the dark now.

"Because you are an Assassin and they are Templars." Was what The Voice said without any hesitation.

'...uh...what?' "What? What! The! Heck! Is that suppose to mean?" I yelled as my temper flared. Things seemed to be a joke to this person.

"I understand your confusion, but to prove to you I am not joking does 'Nothing is true; Everything is permitted' sound familiar to you?" The voice asked.

I took a deep breath, "Nihil est, omnia licere." I found the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. I didn't have any clue to what I had just said.

"Everything will be explained when you arrive...Sky." And with that the voice hung up and I sat there staring at my cellphone.

I sat there for a while till I shook my head and sighed, "What have I gotten myself into?"

I then got out of the car and slowly walked behind the church to see the black sports car The Voice had been talking about. I breathed deeply and watched my breath turn to white wisps in the wind. The car was unlocked when I opened the door. Inside the car was warm too, meaning it had been recently used.

The seats were leather and well heated, I noticed as I reached out and turned on the Sat-Nav on the dashboard. It refused to tell me where I was going no matter how hard I tried to make it tell me. So I just gave up and found the keys in the ignition. The car roared to life and I headed to the highway, following the GPS' instructions.

Funny thing was, 5 minutes later I remembered I had forgotten my side bag. Leaving me with only the things in the sports car.

I lived in Texas and where ever this thing had me going, it was far away. I drove all throughout the night till I stopped in at a service station and filled my tank and got a snack. I then parked around back and locked the car. I took off my hoody and leather jacket then I snuggled into the leather seat as I laid it back. I fell asleep instantly. After the day's events I was dead tired.

"لا شيء صحيحا، فكل شيء مباح"

A male voice began to talk in what I could identify as Arabic as I slept. Quickly my slumbering mind was sucked into complete REM sleep and I found myself in what seemed like an old castle. Before me stood a man in odd white and red robes.

"Nothing is true; everything is permitted."

I found myself saying the same thing as him but in English. I myself wore the same robes, and the same symbol on the belt of my robes was every where in the castle.

"نحن... القتلة".

The man before me was defiantly Arabic. His face was...familiar. He had a scar on his lip and brownish gold eyes. I felt myself relax just by being in his presence.

"We are...Assassins. I am an assassin."

I spoke with an Arabic accent as well. The man then took a knife from some where in his robes and approached me. When I saw what he was going to do I wanted to run away. But my body did not follow my orders. He cut my left ring finger off, it hurt so bad I wanted to scream, but I didn't.

"Thank you... Altair-Master."

I then bowed to the man in front of me and he squeezed my right shoulder reassuringly. But as he did pain rocketed through my body. Images began to flash in my mind.

First, there was the image of a young girl fighting a large man in an alley way with just a knife. She looked scared and seemed so alone. The man kicked her then took the knife from her hand and stabbed her deeply in the right shoulder. She was only a child.

"قف! من فضلك! يؤلمني!"

I heard the girl scream in my mind. I felt her pain.

Second, there was another girl, she looked exactly like me but a few years younger. The girl was tied up, watching as soldiers killed her family slowly. Tears fell down her face as she tried to stop them, yelling at the top of her lungs. But then one of the soldiers turned to her and stabbed her in the right shoulder deeply, blood spewing from the wound.

"Bastardi, io ti ammazzo! Giuro su Dio ti ammazzo per quello che hai fatto!"

The older girl screamed, yelled, howled. She kicked and fought against the person holding her down. She bit back all the pain as she watched her brother's lifeless body fall from one of the soldier's hands. She only calmed down when her blood streamed down on the ground around her like a river.

Then, finally, I was seeing a vision of myself. I was walking inside to my home, the walls were covered in blood. I walked into the living room to see my brother's body hanging from the wall by a dagger, his blood every where. Tears filled my eyes, but I dared to continue as I walked into my mom's bedroom. There her and my step father laid, drenched in their own blood.

But on the wall, written in blood was "This is what comes from working in the shadows for the light, Assassin."

I gaped at the message and images every where, tears streaming from my face.

Before I could turn around to run away, a man grabbed me. All I saw was his smile before he too stabbed me in my right shoulder.

I howled out in pain, then gladly let the cold darkness embrace me.

"The Protector is cursed to forever be alive but dead, darkness but light, human yet not, as they protect The Savior descendent of The Prophet."

"Eden is calling."

I awoke, screaming my lungs dry as I felt pain go through out my shoulder. I saw blood stain my shirt and saw that one of my fingers were burnt, even though I never remembered getting my finger burnt. It was in the same place that Arabic man cut my finger off in my dream. I was shaking like a little leaf in the wind. I felt my vision blur with tears as I pulled down my white and red shirt. There it was, a huge hole like scar in the middle of my shoulder. It had begun to bleed.

Funny thing was, I don't remember having a scar on my shoulder, or a burn mark on my finger.

'What's happening to me?'

"Be at peace now. Their words can no longer do harm."

―Altaïr

(I'm sorry if this seems rushed but I wanted to get it posted as soon as possible so I could get to the exciting part. I've got alot of plans for this series, I know it seems gruesome at first but it'll get better whenever everything is explained to her.) "Peace and Safety, my friends." (NOW EDITED!)