(IMPORTANT A/N) Wuz up guys? XD I'm so excited! I know I have my other fic, Assassin's Creed: Assassin's Heart to finish but I just couldn't wait. This idea popped in my mind and hopefully it kicks as much ass as my other one does. Lemme just say, those of you who enjoy Maria/Altaïr…PSHHH! Sorry! That is NOT going to happen. Maria/Robert is gonna be happening in this one! This is another kick ass OC who falls head over heels in love with "The Son of None"! Once again I ask you nice people out there…NO FLAMES. Cause you guys are too nice for that. And have I failed you before?… O.o…I hope not! Well, enough of my ramblings!

(P.S. Evangelin's Robes are the exact opposite of the Assassin's Robes. She has crimson blood red robes complete with the hood ;D Also, her cloth belt is pure white. Her straps and bracers and such are jet black and I'm still trying to decide if I should have the arms crest design of King Richard on the back of her robes, or if it will draw too much attention to her. Please Help me with that guys! Leave that in your reviews if you will! I'd appreciate it! Now, onto the story!)

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~Chapter 1~ War! What is it good for?

This felt so wrong, but who was I to go against the will of the King? Even though he did trust me and take most of my advice, this was too big to defy. There was nothing I could do. Sometimes it would feel right. The King would convince me that it was right.

"We are trying to teach these people." He would say. "We are trying to help them understand. It is but a crusade of knowledge and truth." But each time my gut feeling would come back that something was amiss. Something was wrong. We were forcing these people from their homes. The means in which we are trying to recapture the Holy Land are a little on the barbaric side.

War?... Pshh!...What in the hell is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Why can't we all just live in peace? But no, according to the King and the Templars and every one else I'm forced to be around, they must see reason. These people must learn. I can understand wanting to recapture what we lost to Salah Al'din, but killing innocent people to get to our goal is not the right way to do it.

"Evangelin! For god's sake, woman, stand at attention! Robert de Sable is checking!" said my friend, Sir Bryant. He had just been knighted a couple days ago by taking a scout's arrow for the King. I was sent to find and kill the scout, which I did very successfully, but the scout didn't go down without an attempt at a fight. So now Bryant was up ranks with me. I am the King's bodyguard and his top personal assassin, and I am just a rank above Bryant, but a rank matched with Robert de Sable; the Grand Master of the Knights Templar and the most stuck up, egotistical, sleazy, backstabbing, traitorous, vile… the list goes on, but I'll stop there. He's also the most hated by the Assassin's so I'm told. Wouldn't mind joining those guys.

"Sable can kiss my ass!" I said loudly on purpose. If I'm lucky, the bastard would've heard that.

"What was that Falcon?" said a harsh, French accent. Guess I'm lucky. Bryant froze beside me. I pulled my crimson red hood down and glared at Robert.

"I said, you can… Kiss. My. Ass. That clear enough for you?"

"You better watch that spit fire tongue of yours, else I'll cut it out." He strode right up in front of me. I eyed him up and down and saw that ugly scar running down his face. I folded my arms, leaned on my hip and smirked

"You better watch that bald head of yours. Else it will be red as my robe from the desert sun." I said calmly. Snickers ran out amongst the groups of Templars and guards alike. Even Bryant was stifling a laugh.

"Why you no good rotten bi-" I drew a throwing knife and pressed it to his throat.

"Finish that word and it will be your last." I warned. The camp got quiet.

"Evangelin." Came a strong voice. I looked behind me and saw King Richard ride up on a brown horse. I glanced at him but turned my attention back to Robert and pressed harder on his throat.

"I owe the Assassin's a favor. Maybe I should grant it now?"

"What favor do you owe them? Traitor!" spat Robert.

"I owe them the favor of choosing you to be their most hated enemy. That's just one of the many things The Order and I agree on."

"What is she doing?" howled an annoyingly feminine voice. "Greeaat. Its Maria." I rolled my eyes. "Robert!" she cried. "Sire, do something!" she yelled again.

"Evangelin, release him." said the King calmly. I stared down Robert for a few seconds and then reluctantly released him. I smiled to myself though, because I was successful in leaving a mark. I sheathed my throwing knife and threw my crimson hood back on. I turned to look at the crowd of guards who were watching the scene. "Return to your duties." Ordered the King and everyone scattered. Bryant passed by me.

"See you later." I quietly said to him.

"Try not to get into any more trouble." He said as he left. Maria came running up to me in her fake Templar armor.

"Are you insane? You could have killed him!" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, and?" her jaw dropped. It was funny.

"You don't care that you could have killed him? I don't see how the King can trust you!" she said, totally appalled. I laughed.

"I could care less about Robert's life. It would have been a privilege for me to kill the greatest enemy of The Order. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Also, I'm pretty sure the King has a mind of his own and can speak for himself. So, why don't you go crawl to your sorry-ass excuse for a boyfriend and stop talking as if you know exactly what the King wants, and stop talking to me, because you're a waste of my time and a waste of my breath." Maria stood there with eyes the size of saucers and her mouth agape. I laughed to myself, but I heard someone run up to us from my left. I looked up to see a Knight Commander.

"Evangelin, the King requests you to join us in his tent. He needs you to be present for the battle strategy." I recognized the voice through the helmet. Knight Commander Garret, also a good man. He has a wife with a baby on the way. He's also a good fighter and one of King Richard's trusted generals. I nodded to him.

"Alright Garret. I'll go with you now." So without giving Maria a second glance, I left with Garret and headed to the King's tent.

Ok... "War huh!" song totally belongs to Edwin starr. Not me although it is a kick ass song. Also, everything you've never heard of is mine and stuff that you know already is in fact, Assassin's Creed and it belongs to them. I know it's short but we all gotta start somewheres right? Hope you liked it! Now back to Assassin's Heart! ^.^