Assassin's Creed: Resurrection
[PROLOGUE]
Was it chance that lead me to this place or was it fate?
This is the same question I have asked myself many times over and still I find no answer. I hold onto the hope that through this venture I now undertake I shall uncover the answers to this question which lay hidden within my being, within my very soul.
As such I say this to you, the reader of this book. You may think that what I write here is solely written for myself, to find the answers I seek but I tell you now that this is not the case for I write the words you read upon these pages not for my own sake but rather for yours. I write what you read now so that you may have what I never had, a beacon of light to help lead you through the darkness of the world in which we now live. Now rest yourself reader and take heed of the words written here for now I write upon these pages a story. This is a story of two sides of the same coin, each as different as the other…
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The wind was harsh and the rain ice cold as a loan figure walked through the wilderness and mud. The warm lights of the city where behind him twinkling and shimmering into the night sky hindered only from vision as the heavens let loose a downpour not seen since the early days after the second impact.
The figures name was Shinji Ikari, a child of only 14 years and at that current point in time, the last hope for humanity. However even with the responsibility's that he bore he was in the middle of nowhere in the worst storm of the decade with little reason - at least to those that did not know this boys mind. Thrown away by his father as a child and turned away by the woman who was supposed to be there for him as he faced the hellish spawn that threatened all of humanity it was no wonder that he ran away into the violent embrace of nature like he did, it was, after all, all he knew.
As he walked through the wind that bit his skin like shards of ice and freezing rain that sapped his strength he couldn't bring himself to care. The only thoughts running through the boys mind at this time where the last words his guardian said to him, the sting in his cheek as she slapped him in anger, the feeling of pain in his chest as the person he thought he could start to trust turned away from him. With such a tortured soul maybe it is no wonder then that the last thoughts that crossed young Shinji's mind as he collapsed into the mud beneath him was the look or anger that marred his guardians face, the stoic expression of his father, the horned purple beast that caused him so much pain, the red monster that he had only that day killed and most strange of all was the face of a woman smiling down at him with eye's full of warmth. With that final image in his mind the last of his consciousness left him and he drifted into the blissfully embrace of darkness unaware of a hatted figure stepping out of the haze and up to his unconscious form before kneeling down and picking the fallen boy out of the mud he now lay in.
Looking down at the body now lying in his arms the newcomer said not a single word before turning around and carrying the young pilot into the night, vanishing into the rain induced haze as silently as he appeared.
[PROLOGUE END]