Okay, just a quick note. After playing through all the Assassin's Creed games, well the major ones at least. I began thinking up what it would be like for an AC3 story arc, so this is just a Prologue more than anything and just introduces the new Assassin. If you have anything, you would like to me to fix or perhaps add, if you ask nicely, don't hesitate to point them out. But please, make it constructive feedback. Enjoy! :D
Berlin, Germany 1676 A.D
Mentor's Shadow
The silence of night, it calms my nerves and soothes my mind. The chatter of people during the day is enough to unnerve you and set you on a verge to unleash a killing spree. Heralds, they never do shut up, official witnesses when they will learn to keep their mouth shut, and most of all it's the Templars. Ever since my parent's death at the hands of those greedy snobs, I've been left alone to grow up on the streets of Greece, luckily I managed to find my way to Germany by horse and carriage. Those fiends had no idea my parents were innocent and wouldn't bother listening to their pleas, now they're dead and I have nothing left except vengeance, I want to make sure no one else suffers the same fate. My mentor, I've been under his shadow since the innocent age of eight, and it's been eight damn years!
I'm getting tired of him, but, I need to stay obedient for a little longer. I have to praise him; he taught me all he knows about his occupation, the Assassins. However he isn't an Assassin, he was a Hitman and only killed if he got a profit out of it. I've trained under his shadow since that fateful day, the day I came to Berlin, the day I escaped my birth home, Greece. When he found me, I had been trying to steal some food from a local merchant. Typical thing for a medium sized built eight year old to do, who hasn't ate since he departed from Greece. I have to admit, I've never been a believer of luck, but I truly believe for once that fortune favored my choices that day. I've spent eight years honing my abilities both physical and mental, my mentor taught me to be cold and calculating but at the same time passionate and charming.
My eyes, they see a lot better than anyone else's eyes. I accidentally tried to see too much one time and activated a rather strange ability. It was curious, I could still see, but it wasn't seeing at the same time. Everything around me turned to darkness as if it wasn't important, the people, some of them were highlighted by different colors. Some were red, others were blue, sometimes I saw white, and one time I even saw gold. Being the sly raccoon I could be sometimes, I managed to estimate that the colors must mean a type of status. I have heard rumors of people talking about me saying that I was as cunning as a fox, as sly as a raccoon, as proud as a lion, as agile as an eagle, and as powerful as a tiger. I didn't know why they were saying these things, but it felt good to know that I wasn't human in their eyes. If I ever went back to Greece I was going to give those Templars a piece of my mind, but for now, I'm in training under my mentor, Sterben Rasen. Who am I? Wouldn't you like to know, my name is Aetos Lathraia, and I am an Assassin.
There you have it, the Prologue, I wonder what it's in store for Aetos ;)