Introduction

This is my first official Fan Fic, and i hope it won't be the last, this story is revolved around the real world and how Bending is revived back from the Avatar World, it is an Avatar Fan Fic but it contains some elements, no pun intended, of Assassin's Creed, as i liked the idea of Abstergo and their technology.

This story revolves around the boy Jason and his friends and family, he is a street kid, the Introduction is set in the year 2025, and is set in our world, Abstergo use the kids as test subjects to find out about their ancestory, this is the first official test of a machine they call Project Soul (later to be renamed the Animus), but the developers go back to far into a time where Bending was possible and since the new machine is new the Bleeding Effect is a major factor, the Bleeding Effect is where the Subject and his Ancestors memories and abilities intertwine with each other so the subject may soon not see the difference between them.
I do not want to ruin the story too much but i must get some of these crucial details in just in case some people get confused.

At first you may not see much Avatar, or Assassin's Creed, but this is just back story which will help you understand the characters better, but it will than swiftly change, i hope, to suit the reason you are reading.

Hope you enjoy it and please, please, please review this, i want you to know if you think this is sh... rubbish or ok or the best fan fic you have ever read in your life, therefore i can improve it to get it as close to perfection as i can.

Happy Reading
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It's been thirteen years now.

We searched and fled and searched and fled and yet still no sign of it, there is millions of the same kind but she said i would know it, i might as well give up.

They are never going to stop and we will never find it, I'm standing in the middle of the Sahara and I cannot sense it, i should have guessed that sand would ruin my senses.

The weird girl, a daughter of wisdom, said that I should look for the hole in which would lie a secrets of many years, so many years, ago i should than feel its presence.

But why us?

And why am I still alive?

I should have been the first not the last man standing.

The rest were so more hearty and purer than I am.

Especially her, I only met her briefly thirteen and a half years ago, but we connected very quickly.

I can still remember the first time we met it, in my house holding my little sister hostage.

But that was way in the past.

Why did we even bother coming out here? Why did i even bother carrying on?

I am not even sure why i accepted this fate? I'm just going to die like them!

They are all gone now and for what? The manipulation of the elements?

The weirdest thing about me is now, i have the will to survive, yet i cannot find a reason,

My mind and instincts are in conflict with each other, i am falling apart yet i am still in one piece.
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I stroked the sand with my left hand and fell on top of it.

A sandstorm started to brew, its tiny grain felt like pellets piercing my skin, I turned away from it and looked into the distance.

My eyes suddenly dropped at the sight.

Several hundred desert metal objects were coming towards me.

I instinctively knew what they were and quickly ran for the nearest sand tomb and dived behind it.

I kept thinking why i am i doing this, but i wasn't listening to myself.

A few minutes later I peered around the sand tomb to see if they were near.

The green tanks were still there, but heading in the wrong direction.

I stood up to see where they were headed but to my fears came the foot soldiers sprinting rapidly at me.

"Over Here!" those words produced by a man made my blood turn cold,

I suddenly sat down and stared at the golden sand with my fists clenched and tears running down my cheeks and wondered to myself 'How did everything come to this?'.