It is the year 2152. The Assassin's Creed still exists and still fights Templars on a regular base. It is getting harder and harder to stay discreet from everyone else and killing people with the technology of today. The other thing that has changed about the Creed is that a woman is in charge. Yep, my name is Megan Nelson and I am the Grand Master Assassin in America. Not United States of America, just America. And this is my story.

Another late night after a mission which I had to oversee. Some novices were going on their first assassination mission and I wanted to see how one of my best friends will do. And when I say one of my best friends, I mean my only best friend. We have known each other sense we have been little kids. He has always been there for me, through thick and thin. He is more of a brother than a friend. All of the novices did really well. They killed and then left without being noticed. But it took all day and late into the night. We got back to the Hideout at about three in the morning. I have never been out on a mission for so long. I went straight to my room and took off my robes and weapons. I was left in my black pants and white tank top. I set my black rimmed glasses on the nightstand next to my king sized bed. I then proceeded to crawl under the covers all alone again.

I just had a bad break up with my boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend. We had been together for two years and I had decided to tell him that I was an assassin. Not just any assassin, but Grand Master Assassin. He didn't like that at all. He couldn't handle me being a person who kills people for basically a job. He went home the night that I told him to what he said, "Think about how to handle it." The next day he came to see me at our favorite restaurant and broke up with me. This was three weeks ago. I laid on my back and just looked up at the celling thinking about life and stuff. After thinking for like 30 minutes I moaned and just fell asleep.

I was awaken by my alarm blaring. Why are alarms so damn annoying? I slammed the snooze button and rolled over on my side. I don't want to wake up. I was just about to fall back asleep when my alarm went off again.

"Okay, okay," I whined. "I'm up you stupid fucking alarm." I hit the off button and sat up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked toward my window. The sun wasn't up yet as usual. I grabbed my glasses and stuck them on top of my nose and behind my ears. Now I can actually see because I have horrible eyesight. When I say horrible, I mean HORRIBLE. I pulled my covers off me and swung my legs over the side of my bed. As I stood up I stretched my arms out to wake up my body. I got up and walked over to my private bathroom to use it and to shower. After my lovely 30 minute shower I got out and got dressed in my assassin's robe. I got on new black pants and white tank top. Covered with a white robe and a brown leather belt with red cloth behind it. I also put on my weapons, which include two hidden blades, long sword, short blade, throwing knifes and two guns. I don't like to use all the new weapons that most assassins are given now. Like the electricity guns, fire whips, and so on.

I walked out of my room and headed towards my office. I had to head down a couple of different hallways, past the training yard and past the kitchen. I was really hungry this morning so I didn't stop there like I usually do. I finally got to my office doors. They were taller and bigger than other doors. There was also a gold plate on the brick wall next to the door. Engraved in fancy lettering was 'Grand Master Assassin.' I headed into my office to see a bunch of paper work on my desk. My desk was in the middle of the room, in front of the stained glass windows. There were many bookshelves lining the walls filled with books of the past. I love to read books even though it's "old fashion." I think I may be the only person who actually read real books now days. I sit down in the chair behind my desk and pull the first of about 10 piles of paperwork in front of me. I grab a pen and start all this damn paperwork.

After about an hour of working I finish the first stack. Right before I reach for the next stack I hear a knock at the door.

"Come in," I shout. The door opens and I see my friend walk through. He is also in his assassin's robes. They are almost the same as mine but he has all the new weapons and his hood is pulled over his head. "Hey Azren, What's up?"

"I didn't see you in the kitchen this morning," he said calmly taking his hood off the reveal his face. His blues eyes matched his long blonde hair. His hair was held back with a black hairband. "Why didn't you eat breakfast?"

"I wasn't hungry. And do you see all this paperwork I have to do today? No time." I grabbed the second stack of papers and started working.

"Come on, Megan. You need to eat or you'll get weak. Now get your head out of those papers and get to the kitchen."

"You're telling me, the Grand Master Assassin, what to do? You're just a novice. Now will you just leave me be?"

"No." He walked over to me and pulled me out of my chair and slung me over his shoulder.

"What the hell!? Put me down now!"

"No, Megan. You will eat sister." He just carried me out of my office and towards the kitchen. I didn't even try to get out of his grip. He carried me all the way to the kitchen and put me down on one of the seats.

"Good morning, Master," the cook said to me with a bow.

"Morning," I replied. The cook served me a plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon. My all-time favorite meal. "Thank you. You really are the best cook here."

"Thank you, Master. Enjoy."

"I will." He really is the best cook. He just knows whenever I need something special to eat. Every time. I ate all of my food in like five minutes. Azren just watched me to make sure I ate. I put my fork down and turned towards Azren. "Are you happy now?"

"You're my sister. I'm never happy around you," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I laughed. I got up and started out the door. "See you later, Azren."

"See ya, Master." I left the kitchen and went back to my office. I sat down and started with the second stack again. I don't get why Azren treats me like that, sister then Master. It doesn't make sense to me one bit.

I worked on my paperwork for about three hours. I got through all of my paperwork for the day. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Looking up to the celling, I began to see a white light. I furrowed my brow and looked towards the direction of the light to figure out what it was. It looked like it was coming from right in front of my desk. That's when the light got brighter. It was too bright to look at and I had to close my eyes or I feared that I would lose my sight completely. I put my hand up to cover my eyes from this strange light. What the hell was that coming from? Then all of a sudden, the light vanished. I opened my eyes and saw what was now in place of the light, three men. I jumped up and hid behind my chair. I looked around the chair just enough to see the men. They were all about the same height, but wore vastly different outfits. One was wearing jeans and a white hoodie with a bag that slug on one shoulder. The other two looked like they were wearing assassin's robes although they were styled differently. One was simple with a leather belt wrapped around his waist. The other looked more fashionable with more red accents. All had hidden blades but that was the only weapon that the wearing the hoodie had. The other two had an array of swords and dangers.