Chapter 1

You don't get many girls who game in the world. See, I am a so-called "GamerGirl" and I am obsessed with gaming! I mean, it's one of my favorite things to do aside from playing sports. My idol would probably be Toby Turner, who is called Tobuscus on YouTube. One of my favorite games would be Assassins Creed 3. Connor is awesome, the graphics are awesome, EVERYTHING is awesome. I look at the camera of my live game feed and smile. My video camera would explode if I went on too long.

"Well, that's all. Like, favorite, subscribe, and click an annotation to see another masterpiece of demolition. It would be doing a good deed. Later my minions!" I conclude. Another forty-five minutes of Assassin's Creed 3. I inhale a sigh of relief that I could finally sleep. My chestnut brown eyes were heavy and my hands were cramped from gripping the Xbox 360 controller. I shut off my television and clicked on my laptop. There was another episode of Toby playing Happy Wheels, another of my favorite games. I always loved the way his face would turn pink with stress.

"Bless your face, Toby Turner. Bless your face." I laugh as I watch the outro to the video. I lay in my bed thinking about Assassin's Creed 3. It would be awesome to be Connor. But, it would also suck losing your mom, and your dad being the head of the evil Templar order. I guess I like my life now. I'm glad I have electricity. I'm glad I have my computer. I drift off to sleep with Redcoats, Connor, and George Washington in my head.

The same dream I had been having for ages slips along. I was standing on the edge of a platform of a high building with a noose around my neck. A bald guy was standing behind me. There was a bale of hay at the bottom of my drop. The bald man started to speak, which had never happened before.

"Ezio Auditore da Firenze. I finally have you in my possession," he says. I try to speak, but no words come out. I try to move, but I stay frozen. I'm not Ezio! Without thinking, I turn and elbow the dude in the face. He clutches his face in pain and I take off the noose. On the man's face is a blossom of crimson. The guards are blocking any exits. My only way out is to take a leap of faith. I have only done them in video games! Never in real life. I shut my eyes tightly and jump off the platform. I flip myself with my back facing the ground. I land in the bale of hay and brush myself off. Then, Ezio Auditore himself helps me up. I think of all of the Italian I learned from Assassin's Creed 2.

"Uh, salute, Ezio. (Hello, Ezio)" I say. He eyes me suspiciously.

"Hello, young one. I understand English. You do not have to speak Italiano,(Italian)" he says with a thick Italian accent. I stare at Ezio in awe as he examines me. All of a sudden, he glares at me.

"You have a Templar tattoo on your arm! Poco traditore!(Little Traitor)" he shouted. I did notice it. I run back and trip. He glares at me with a deep hatred. Then, his eyes soften.

"Requiescat in pace, (Rest in peace)" he mutters. Rest in peace? I felt dizzy. The world started to spin. The setting around me swirled in my vision.

I wake up in a forest. Not like any forest I have seen before. In Boston, there were no forests at all! I get up and look around. I see dead trees burnt and cut. They looked perfect to climb. It was best I look to see where I am. I slowly walked over to a tree and gently felt its rough bark. I stepped on to find it is very sturdy. I was an expert at climbing trees, so I could totally scale it. I run on the tree and jump to a branch. It holds my weight and I pull myself on top of it. With unbelievable ease, I climb up by grabbing the broken branches and pulling myself up.

I finally get to a nice branch to see my surroundings. To the front of me was a series of rolling hills. To my right and left, more dense forest. Better go forward. I thought. I climb down the tree and dust my hands off. How did I get here? Who brought me here? Is this a stupid dream again? I ask myself as I turn to go. All of a sudden, there is a low growling sound. Dare I turn to see its source? Yes, I do. I turn to my right and see a grizzly bear a few feet away. I know this is a bad idea, but I run. I sprint with the bear on my heels.

"Holy Mother of God!" I scream. The bear is growling and yelling behind me. I encounter the hills and trip over a rock. I roll down the hill like an idiot getting dirt and mud all over my face and clothes. The bear has hopefully forgotten me. There is no way to stop rolling. In a split second, I see a fence coming up. I brace myself for impact and slam through it. My vision blurs and I get dizzy again.

I wake up in a room that I don't recall. It looks to be a medical room. There was a brick hearth with a fire burning. The room was very antique with concrete walls and a wooden floor. A man with dark skin, a cane and hat is sitting on a birch wood stool. He noticed my awakening and stood up. He looks like someone I had seen before. With greying hair and a moustache.

"You are awake. Not dead, at least," he muttered. I sat up on the deer skin bed and stared at him. "Oh, pardon my manners. I am Achilles. And you are?" I stared in awe with my mouth wide open.

"Um, I'm Alexa Wilcox. Yep, that's me. Heh," I stuttered. Achilles smiled at me. Then he looked to something grimly on the left of me. This can't be Achilles from Assassin's Creed 3.

"You were lucky. Your friend here saved you from a grizzly bear attack. I hope he is still alive, though." he explains. My friend? I look to my left to see a man with short chestnut brown hair and light skin. He has four crimson scratches that looked at least four inches in length on his back. I stood and walk over to this mysterious man. He was unconscious. I turned his head ever so slightly towards me to see an unbelievably recognizable face. It is Tobuscus himself in flesh and bone. I jump back and stare at his still, injured, body.

He stirs awake and opens his hazel eyes slowly. Achilles walks over to him and puts a hand on his back. I stay silent as Toby flinches in pain.

"A-Audience?" he whispers. I muster a smile because I was actually saved by Tobuscus. Achilles hushes him and Toby stretches a bit. He turns and looks at me. I can't get my mouth to form any words. I just stare in awe like an idiot.

"H-hi, I'm-"he starts. I cut him off with a bombardment of facts about him like he had amnesia.

"Toby Turner! Also known as Tobuscus who has millions of subscribers on YouTube and plays videogame Let's Plays. You have a dog named Gryphon who is a shih tzu and it is spelled, G-R-Y-P-H-O-N because of the dragon in World of Warcraft." I blab. I cover my mouth because I don't want to look like some obsessed fan-girl. Toby looks at me in amazement.

"Wow, you must be part of my audience," he replies. Achilles looks confused as hell.

"Alright…looks like you two…know each other," he remarks breaking the small silence. I laugh nervously. Achilles gestures for me to come over to him. Toby sits up on his bed. He is wearing a green Tobuscus shirt. I walk over to Achilles who shows me Toby's wounds. They stained his back to be a rose pink.

"I need you to bandage these scratches," Achilles whispers.

"I can't! I do not know how to take care of wounds," I protest. Achilles still puts bandages in my hand. Maybe I didn't know how to take care of serious wounds, but I have to try my best. There is no such thing as Neosporin or disinfectant in the 1700s so I need the next thing. Plain old soap and water.

"Achilles, do you have any soap to disinfect the wound?" I ask. Achilles nods. He brings out a wet rag and a bar of soap.

"Alright, Toby, this will hurt like hell. More than that cut you got on your head when you fell on the pavement," I warn. Toby nods sadly and I rub some soap on the wet rag. I place it on the wounds and gently dab them. Toby flinches and grits his teeth holding back a scream. I finish dabbing his wound and Toby takes deep breaths.

"Sorry, it's necessary." I apologize. Toby shrugs it off. Next, I bandage the wounds carefully. This was painless. I finish and pull his ripped shirt over the bandages. Toby stands up and stretches. I stand next to him, even though he is about a foot taller. I'm just twelve and he is twenty-seven. I'm wearing a black North Face with one of my shirts too. It says, "I won't stop UNTIL I DIE-damn it!" I said that in a Let's Play when I was playing Happy Wheels. I'm also wearing skinny jeans with a rip at my left knee. Toby whispers something to me.

"We better find some colonial things to wear before anyone suspects something," he says. I nod in agreement. We sneak out of the medical room and look around in drawers, closets, and wardrobes. I accidently step on a board and the floor gives out. I fall about ten feet into a concrete basement. I look up from the dark basement at Toby. He starts laughing at me.

"How'd you fall down there?" he laughs. I smile and glare at him and he hops down with me. The only source of light is a lantern sitting on a table. I grab it and we walk down the mysterious dark basement. There is a wooden door in front of us and we open it. Immediately, a cloud of dust puffs into my face. I cough and rub my eyes from the dust particles invading them. I see what looks like two dummies covered with sheets. We take off the dusty sheets to reveal two sets of armor much like the armor in Assassins Creed.

"Could this really be the hoods from my favorite game?" I ask.

"I guess. It's the only thing we can wear. Take it." Toby says. Toby reaches out to grab the armor off the mannequin. Once he grabs the cape off, a rope ties around his right ankle and he is lifted into the air. Toby squirms in the air and shouts.

"What the hell? Alexa! God dang it, help!" he shouts. Wait, he knows my name? I look at him suspiciously.

"How do you know my name?" I ask. His cheeks turn pink. Then he sighs and relaxes.

"I watch your YouTube videos all the time. I think you are hilarious," He confesses. Toby Tobuscus Joe Turner watches my YouTube videos! No, this is too good to be true. I squeeze my eyes shut and think of reality. This is another dream. I am not in the 1700s. I have not met Tobuscus. Once I open my eyes, it will be gone. All of it, I think. One, It will be over. Two, I'll be home. Three! I am still here when I open my walks in laughing. I jump at the sight of him.

"Boy, I knew your curiosity would get the best of you young ones," He laughs. Toby looks at him angrily. "I will cut you down, Mister Turner." Achilles took out a tomahawk and cut the rope. Toby somehow landed on his feet, even though he was upside-down. He looked at the rope amazingly.

"How did I-I don't even-how is that possible?!" he asked. Achilles looked at the cape in Toby's hand.

"Put the cape on, boy." Achilles instructed. Toby put the cape over his shoulder. "Now climb the bookshelf here." Toby looked at a tall bookshelf with disbelief. Then, he shrugs and jumps onto it with ease. He climbs halfway when Achilles orders him to stop. The cape is in my reach.

"Miss Wilcox, please take the cape off Mister Turner." Achilles says. I reach up and grab the cape. Toby falls from the shelf and I catch him. I look at my amazing arm strength and stand him up.

"How did that happen?" I ask. Achilles gestures for me to hand him the cape. I give it to him and he runs his fingers through the soft fabric.

"When Mister Turner held the cape, he could easily climb the bookshelf. When you took it away, he struggled, and fell. With the cape in hand, you caught Mister Turner," Achilles explains. "The armor of the Assassins has powers to make some things that look impossible, possible." I look mystically at the armor I uncovered.

"There was a Mohawk elder who told me of two individuals. A man and a girl who would defeat the Templar order. She foretold that they would be of much curiosity and much power. Those two must be you," Achilles explains. He gently takes the armor off the dummies. "This is the armor that the Assassins Brotherhood has reserved for the two she foresaw in her vision. They are yours now. Make sure to wear it with pride and responsibility, young ones. Also, it is very cold outside. You should wear something underneath to keep you warm. It's the middle of winter." He handed us each the armor. I put it on over my jacket and jeans.

There was a metal chest plate, arm braces, and boots. It came with a gray hood to hide our identity. A small faded blue jacket was included to hide my weapon compartments. There was a red sash with the Assassins symbol on it and leather boots with great friction to climb. I put my hood over my face and looked in a nearby mirror. I really did look like Connor from Assassin's Creed 3. I looked great.

"I almost forgot," Achilles hands Toby and I a pair of fingerless gloves with something inside. I put on the gloves and I flick my wrist. A hidden blade comes out of the small compartment like I thought. I smile in amazement. There was also a pouch of throwing knifes, rope darts, a bow and arrows, and smokebombs.

"Those are hidden blades. Use them wisely." Achilles explains. He hands us a map of the Templar hideouts. I examine it and notice we have to go to a base where William Johnson stays. I am now convinced that I am in the game of Assassin's Creed 3. But I only have one life. Only one chance to kill the Templars.

Thanks for reading! I am open to critisism or praise so don't be afraid to tell me if something should be fixed or edited. Later! Also, just a little note is that I don't really have a YouTube account. I made that up.