Chapter 1 – A new beggining
It was a cloudy day like many others during autumn, the sky was showing signals of an upcoming storm, and I walked like I had nowhere to go. My thoughts were lost, my way to home was lonely like always and the only thing I wanted to do was run away, far away where anyone couldn't find me.
When I arrived home no one was there like always and once again I felt like my "world" was made by my loneliness, I just wanted to have a life where I could have a friend always nearby, have some adventure like in my fantasy and medieval age books! But no… I had to live a life of darkness.
When it was time to bed I wished that everything changed to what I wanted most unfortunately I knew that it wouldn't ever happen and so I decided to sleep and closed my eyes hoping to have a nice dream to make me happy.
I felt my body freezing and hurted like I crashed into something, I forced myself to open my eyes and suddenly I noticed that I wasn't in my room any more. I was in a bigger room with some furniture made of wood, the walls with a hue of taupe and what was giving light to it was a small candle by my side. Suddenly I heard someone talking, for the tone of the voice I could say it was a young men talking but I started to question my self where was I? How did I come here? Was I kidnapped?
The voices stopped and in a few seconds a man was entering in to the room where I was, my body paralysed when I saw it was Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad of Assassins Creed. I couldn't believe what my eyes where seeing, I thought it was a dream but after I pinch myself I realized it was all real.
"Are you ok?" – asked the young men
"Well I… Yes… I mean… No! Where am I Altaïr?" – I asked frightened
"How do you know my name?"
"You are a famous game character in my… world…"
With no warning another man appeared, he seem to be very old, is beard was long and white, is wrinkles were well-marked and one of his eyes was white, maybe blind there but the left one was dark like a shadow.
"Enough playing girl! We want to know who are you and why are you wearing that strange clothes." – Said the old man furious like an eagle ready to defend his territory.
"I'm Sorcha! Sorcha Sevenwaters! And these clothes are what we wear at 21 century, in Portugal."
"21 century? Portugal? What nonsense are you saying?"
"She must had hit her head somewhere, Master."
"It doesn't explain the fact of the clothes… There must be some kind of sorcery behind this. For now I think you should rest and we could discuss what to do with you later." – said him peacefully and then leaved only me and the assassin together.
"So, remind me his name please. I don't like him much and I always forgot his name because of that."
-"He is Al Mualim, The Master of the Assassins Brotherhood, and I expect you respect him like we all do. Even if you like him or not."
"Ok, ok." – I said contradicted – "But do who know what will he do with me?"
The assassin looked at me and leaved the room without answer my question. After a while I decided to sleep to see if this wasn't all a dream and to make sure if it wasn't I would be ready for a day in this strange ancient world.
