A/N: Yay! First story for AC. Trying to make this a good story. I apologize in advance if I have any word misspells, or am missing words. Hopefully I can get this be interesting and enjoyable for readers. Planning on putting this around the assassin in the first game. Altair Ibn-La'Ahad. But the main will be an OC of mine. Also planning to have romance between OC and Altair. If you don't like the sound of that. You probably should go back. Also, this will start out in the modern world where my OC is from, how she gets to Altair's time? Don't ask! Just read! Here's my first chapter.

June 15th-2016

Thumps sounded as two pairs of feet dashed down the flight of stairs. The wielders of the feet stood by the white-painted door in eagerness. The smallest of the pair hopped up and down when the sound of a key slid into place. The small pair raced to the door as creaked open, revealing the mother of the owners of feet. The mother bent down to the youngest height. The mother had beautiful silky brown hair, sparkling kind green eyes, and smile that could light up even the dullest of rooms. The youngest, a girl of seven, with the silky hair as their mother, blue eyes like the ocean, and a funny looking grin. At least that's what the eldest thought. She was young woman of eighteen. Yes. Woman. And yes she still lived with her mother. She shared the same forest green eyes as her mother, but her soft raven hair, she got biological father. The mother laughed as the youngest threw her arms around her. She returned the embrace, then stood to give her eldest a hug. She squeezed her mother in way that he seemed like she hadn't seen her for months.

"Hey! What about me? Where's my hugs?" Their step-dad trudged inside, with a mock pout on his face.

"Daddy!"

Unlike her younger sister, the eldest was not excited to see him. She didn't hold the same feelings for him. She actually would've been the most joyous person in the world had her mother not married him. Let alone met him.

"Hi you doing Casey?"

The eldest was ripped from her thoughts at the mention of her name. She folded her arms in annoyance.

"I'm fine Greg."

"Would it kill you to call me dad?"

Yes. Yes it would. Casey covered her mouth with a hand to cover amusement at that thought. Her parents made their way to the kitchen followed by her little sister. She let out a groan of frustration. Casey moved to the door, and clicked it shut. She really wished Greg would be intelligent for once, and close the stupid door.

"Casey would you like to your father and me with dinner?"

Hell no. "Uh, no. I told Rachel I'd cover her shift at the café. So, bye!" Casey rushed out the door as quickly as possible. It was only a partial lie. She had told her friend she would cover for her, but it wasn't for another hour that she needed to. She hopped into her silver Toyota truck, and started the ignition. She put the gear in reverse, and slowly backed out of the driveway. She contemplated where she wanted to go, and decided to drive to Old Navy's. She easily made her way to the clothing store, and pulled into a parking spot. While watching for signs of cars, Casey jogged over to the doors. Once she reached them she slipped inside, and set a destination for the clearance section. She looked at several racks of shirts, pulling out a few along the way. She held a navy blue button-up shirt, a white long-sleeve with floral designs, a red t-shirt with the words 'Watch out! Pure Awesome Coming Through' in bold black letters, and she also had a black leather jacket sort of similar to a biker's. She weaved her way through the racks to the dressing rooms, and squeezed into one of the empty rooms. Casey pulled the curtain closed with one swift motion, and laid the clothes gently on the chair. She tried on shirt after shirt. She made the decision of buying everything except the floral shirt, and slipped into the line. After paying, she walked back to her truck. On the way, she pulled out her iPhone, and pressed the home button. The time read 7:35. She still had twenty five minutes. However from Old Navy it was roughly a twenty minute drive. Once she made up her mind, she started the route to the café.

Casey arrived with five minutes to spare, and rushed in. She pulled an apron off the hook, and grabbed a book and pen for taking orders. She walked to her first table, and asked for the order.

"Hello. My name is Casey I'll be your server today. What may I get you?"

"I'll have the bacon burger, fries, and a root beer."

"Alright. I'll get that out soon."

Casey passed the order to the chef, and went to the next table. She repeated this process until 10:30. Once the customers, and other workers left, Casey was left with cleaning and closing up. She picked up trash and dishes, and brought them into the kitchen. Casey tossed the trash in the garbage can, then started on washing and drying the dishes. It seemed to her like hours had passed by. But it was only roughly ten minutes. After putting the final dish away, she let out a breath and wiped a trickle of sweat from her brow. Casey proceeded to wipe the tables, sweep and mop the floor, clean the bathrooms and restock them, and she made sure the kitchen was cleaner than a pearl. She relaxed on a chair after her long night of work. She wiped the beads of sweat with a cloth, and yawn escaped her lips. She stretched her arms above her head, then flinched at a small reflection of light in her eye. Wait. Light. It's completely pitch black out, and there's nothing for light to reflect on in the café. Thought Casey, as she strained to see where it came from. That's when she noticed a gleam from the supply room in the kitchen. She slowly took steps towards it. She lifted her hand up, and grasped the handle. As soon as she did, the light died down. Casey pushed the handle down, and pulled the door towards her. She flipped the switch to the light bulb, and gazed in wonder at the strange object on the floor. It looked sort of like a dagger. She was about to touch it, but hesitated. Instead she used the cloth in her hand to grip. She left the supply room, and shoved it into her bag.

Casey rushed inside, quickly, but silently as to not wake anyone. She climbed up the stairs, and went to her room. She closed the door as quietly as possible, then turned and travelled the few steps to her bed. She sat down on the soft covers. Once she was comfortable she pulled the cloth, which held the dagger, out of her bag. Casey then examined it closely, without laying a finger on it. The hilt looked like realistic gold, and it held a silver blade. A gold band with golden leaves weaved around the hilt and the end was pressed against the blade. Casey thought it was beautiful. But she failed to push the thought of how it was in the closet in the first place. She wrapped it back in the cloth, and shoved it under her bed. She flipped the light off, laid down, and pulled her covers over her. She planned to figure out more about tomorrow. Casey closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.

A/N: There it is. My first chapter. I hope you found it somewhat interesting. It's a bit more of intro, but I'm going to put more into the next one. If you could, I'd deeply appreciate reviews. I really want to know how you think I did. Also any suggestions on improvements or additions would be great. Thanks for reading!