AN: So, here we are again.
I sincerely apologize to anyone who is reading this and has read my 'The Ranger Shuffle' and has been waiting for the next set of shuffle thingys. That's not gonna come out for sometime, I lost my muse for Ranger's Apprentice while my Assassin's Creed muse has come back, not full force but enough to have written this. (I'll give anyone a cookie and some awesome points if you can figure a few similarities between the two)

Right, so back to the one shot.
See this is a foreshadowing or whatever it's called of another fanfiction I am currently writng, just as the next chapter for 'The Ranger Shuffle', you're going to have to wait a while for that too.
Basically, I was looking up the creed on wiki and I read about some guy who made them (In game lore) and this lovely one shot came to me.

Hope you guys like it.

Hassan-I Sabbah sat at the table, knowing what he had to do but not how to do it.
In front of him was a feather, a inkpot, a piece of paper, and the apple.
For these reasons, he stayed inside his chambers.
He didn't want anyone to learn of the apple, already it had driven his half sister mad, he didn't need another muddled mind.

He pulled his thoughts back to the present, the brotherhood had a leader, but they needed rules, needed guidance to follow. For when he was not there…..

That was why this job why so important.

Suddenly, memories flashed through his mind. Of a battlefield. Men charging their brothers, screaming for justice, and whispering the names of their wives and children. Even closer to home, his sister.

So he wrote, 'Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent. For we must ensure peace.'

As if encouraged by this first tenant, he thought of what Muntahi had said, "People only see what they want to see."
And if they want to see a person hiding in the shadows…
Another rule came to him.

So he wrote, 'Hide in plain sight. Be unseen in the most seen places.'

He remembered some of the novices, spilling secrets in public, acting arrogant, messing things up, even some of the older assassins.

So he wrote, 'Never compromise the brotherhood. Should you fall the brotherhood shall stand.'

That would be enough rules for them to live by, but they needed something to believe, something to follow, something that was stronger than rules.

Remembering the spies, the traitors who spoke honeyed words to get what they want, or even the Templars themselves who twisted words to make people believe in them.

So he wrote, 'Nothing is true. Realize that society is fragile and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization.'

He remembered all the risks he took, and the effects. All the people he killed, and the guilt, all the people who tried to tell him right from wrong.

So he wrote, 'Everything is permitted. Realize that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with the consequences, whether glorious or tragic.'

At that, Hassan-I put up his feather. Smiling.

AN: Well, there it is, hope you like it. Review please! Those reviews help the APS Army.