Warning: There will be some spoilers in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.

This story is not meant to be serious and never was meant to be serious. I started writing this one day when I was bored. So if you don't like it, I'm sorry, but hateful comments aren't going to change it in any way. The only reason this got very far and didn't end up in my discontinued pile is because me and my friend had fun laughing at how unrealistic it is and by the several inside jokes that are only in the handwritten version. So for the haters who keep commenting on how unrealistic this is, just know that it was never meant to be realistic.

"Darn it!" I exclaimed and tossed my purple android phone next to me on my bed, "Another unfinished story! Ugh! Why is it that all of the good ones are unfinished!" I sighed and looked at the clock. "Twenty minutes until Joe and Daddy gets back, I guess I'll just move to the next one." I scrolled through the many Assassin's Creed fan fictions shown on the screen, while looking over the summaries. As I read through the summary of what looked to be a very interesting one, I saw a strange golden glow in the corner of my eye. I looked up from the device and saw there was a glowing symbol on the back wall of my closet. "What the..?" I put my phone in my pocket and went closer to see that it was the Assassin's symbol from Assassin's Creed. I reached my hand forward to touch it. No, no, stop, bad idea. I've read enough fan fictions to know that touching strange glowing symbols is never a good idea. I tried to pull my hand away, but for whatever reason, I couldn't. After trying to get free a few more times, I gave up and touched the symbol, causing me to fall unconscious.

When I woke up I felt myself resting against a stone wall with my hands bound to a post above my head. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and I looked around to see I was in an underground ruin of sorts, which looked very familiar. My eyes traveled from object to object until they rested on a man wearing armor, Templar armor to be specific.

The guard noticed I was awake and called out to his commander, "Sir! The girl is awake."

Looks like I fell asleep while I was reading, I thought to myself, although it's strange that this dream makes some sense, this would be the first. Just watch as Altair shows up in some ridiculous costume or something.

A bald man wearing similar armor to the other men entered the area I was being held in and walked over to me. He kneeled to my level and grabbed the front of my shirt while sending me a menacing glare, "Tell us who you are or you die!"

I struggled in his grip, "Hey! Calm down! I'll tell you alright!" He let go of my shirt but continued to narrow his eyes, "Thank you. Now, I don't know how I got here other than a strange glowing symbol. I don't know much else, so please allow me to peacefully wait until my dad or my brother wakes me up."

He looked confused, "Wakes you up?" His expression changed to understanding, "Ah, I see, you think you're dreaming. I guess you really are as confused as you say."

"I don't think I'm dreaming, I know I am. People don't just get magically teleported to places in real life."

"You need to realize that this is no dream."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, that's what people always say in dreams." Although, I'll admit this dream is very different than most of my dreams. Most of my dreams consist of complete randomness that makes no sense whatsoever. Also I usually have no control over myself, or my thoughts. In fact, usually when I dream, I'm convinced it is real, while only my subconscious knows it is a dream. So.. Why am I in control now? My thoughts began to race, trying to find a possible explanation for my situation. Usually when I dream, my senses are sort of… cut in half, in a way. When I feel things in a dream, I can feel it, but only partly; The things I see are usually blurred, like when I'm not wearing my glasses but worse; The sounds and voices are usually quieter; I've never tasted anything in a dream, so I'm not sure about that; and my sense of smell is already dulled in real life so I certainly can't smell anything in dreams. But here… everything is clear- aside from smell- Nothing is blurred or dulled at all. I started to panic. This isn't a dream! I really am in Assassin's Creed! No, no, no! This is bad! This is really bad! What am I gonna do!? I'll probably be killed here! I took some deep breaths. Calm down… just calm down… I've read tons of fan fictions on this very subject, I just need to remain calm, and focus.

The Templar, who had been watching me carefully as I had a near mental breakdown, decided to speak, "So, do you now realize the truth?" I nodded. "Good, now, what do you know of the symbol that brought you here?"

I need to play dumb, if he finds out I know anything about the Assassin's and Templars, he'll kill me for sure. "Nothing, I've never seen it before."

"Are you certain?" I nodded, hoping he wouldn't see passed my lie, and it seemed that he didn't. "Do you know what an Assassin is?"

"Uh… They're people you hire to kill someone for you, right? But what does that have to do with anything?"

He didn't answer, but instead thought for a moment before asking, "What is your name?"

"Lauren Bolden" I answered, "And you are?"

"I am Robert de Sable" He replied confidently.

"Now, may I ask where I am?"

"This is a temple in Jerusalem, known as Solomon's Temple."

"Jerusalem… That's in Israel, correct? Geez, I'm pretty far from home. And what year is it?"

"1191"

Even though I already knew this, I still nearly panicked at the thought, "Oh… Geez, I'm a really long ways away from home."

The man seemed surprised, "Are you not from this time?"

"No, I'm not, I'm from like… nine hundred years into the future." I said in a panicked tone.

"Nine hundred years!? How could this be so!? Do you have any proof of this claim?" He asked bewildered.

"Uh… well… there might be something in one of my pockets... oh! I know! Uh..." I looked up at my still bound hands, "Do you think you could take a rectangular object out of my right jacket pocket?" He did so and pulled out my cell phone. When he held it up, he and the other soldiers who had joined us looked at it curiously. "That is a device from my time, it lets you talk to people from far away, as long as they also have one of these."

"That's impossible! How could sound go from one to the other?"

"It's hard to explain…"

Before I could continue, I noticed three figures in white approaching. Oh boy... looks like the Assassin's have arrived.

My first story! :D I hope people like it, I know there are tons, just like this, and I know the intro is VERY cliche, but I couldn't think of anything else. If anyone has a better idea, PLEASE let me know, I am happy to take any suggestions. If I made any mistakes, please tell me and I will fix them. Also there will not be any pairings, unless it's requested or I decide to add one, and if there is one it will be OCxOC. If anyone has any ideas for things that could happen in the story, let me know and I may or may not add them.