(A/N): Welcome! to the first Book of Sent to Another World Series! This would be my first Assassin's Creed fanfic, so if there are grammar mistakes and such, the blames on me
Me: Mentor Ezio, kindly do the Disclaimer for me!
Ezio: Sì. Disclaimer: PeAceLovEr 12 non Assassin Creed non propria e dei suoi personaggi, la storia è scritta per puro divertimento e non ha intenzione di realizzare un profitto. PeAceLovEr 12 does not own Assassin's Creed and its characters, the story is written for entertainment only and has no intentions of making a profit.
Me: Thank you, Mentor (bows)
Sent to Another World: Assassin's Creed by PeAceLovEr 12
Chapter 1: I Must've Gone Crazy
[OC's POV]
A beautiful sunshine bathes me with its light as I walk down the hallway from my room, stretching and ruffling my blonde waist length hair. I'm not a morning person really I'm not. But today is an exception!
It's Saturday, and I won't spent my weekends being grumpy in the morning! No, never!
'Now what will I do to start this day?' I though as I do my thinking pose 'I know! I think I'll take a bath first!' I said as I snap my fingers. So I turned around, hurried back to my bedroom to get my everyday clothes and went down the stairs and made a beeline to the bathroom.
Great, now I've reached the living room, now to walk across to reach the bathroom. I was about to step my left foot on the carpeted floor when suddenly…..
"Oof!" My back met the carpeted floor my feet were supposed to walk on causing the clothes I'm holding to be thrown across the room. I closed my eyes upon the impact and was about to open it but a cold steel was pressed upon the flesh of my neck, the tip to be precise, of what seems to be a blade, I turned my head to the side afraid of what this man is going to do to me but I saw my reflection on the mirror on the wall near the door. The trespasser is a hooded man in white robes, maybe not more than 25 maybe 22? He's straddling me pointing his Hidden Blade at me….
Then my green eyes widen.
Wait what?!
"Where am I? Who are you?" The man shouted at me in a familiar Arabian accent as my eyes grew larger and larger to size of plates.
Ok I'm not dreaming am I? That voice, that accent, the clothes and the weapons and the scar on his lip…..THAT SCAR. My mind went in an overload as I absorb all of this….its way damn too much!
"Answer me woman! Why had you kidnapped me? Who had send you?"
"Come down, fratello. Maybe this woman could give us answers" I looked up as another man came out from the kitchen. He's in the same robes as the first one, but in a different style and a color of white and red, he's unhooded, brown hair tied in a ponytail and a beard with the same matching scar and the same voice as the man above me, in an Italian accent.
"She might be a templar in disguise! We do not even know where we are! We should not just let our guard down!" The man argues to his companion the Italian was about to retort back but was cut off.
"Ok, Ok! Break it up you two!" Another man, going out from the bathroom wearing a white hoodie and pants with a black backpack, short cropped brown hair and the scar, oh shoot! How many of them are there!
Suddenly remembering my position, I blushed as I watched them argue, with the force I never knew I had I stand up causing the man above me to topple back, which stopped their bickering. They looked at me surprised if not the other is bemused while the other is still toppled over, face first on the floor. I pointed my finger at them.
"All of you! Why are you all here! How's that possible! It's not possible!" I said freaking out.
And just like that my Saturday mood…..is gone.
"Well? How? How are you all here!?" I said demanding an answer
"We should be the one asking you that. Where are we anyway?" asked the Italian
"And what is this place! It's never I have never seen anything like this! So was your clothes" said the Arabian who had just stand up and was brushing imaginary dirt of his clothes.
I switched to my thinking pose.
"I'm used to this kind of environment, believe me or not. But something is still not right." This time the man wearing the backpack who's definitely American said.
Then a light bulb shone on the Italian's head
"What the date today?" he asked
I strode to the kitchen and picked up the calendar and went back to the three fictional people I showed them the calendar which read: September 8 2012, Saturday
The Arabian has his eyes wide which are noticeable even in his hood.
The Italian is surprised and perplexed; you can easily tell that cause of his mouth hanging wide open.
The American, was albeit surprise trying hard not to show it, but his sweating face gave it off.
"We're not from here" the Italian said
"I thought that much" I replied
"I might know the cause of all of this" The Italian said as all of us looked at him.
"Before I was brought here I was studying an item I'm sure your all familiar with, The Apple of Eden" he said looking at the two others except me 'Hey! I know that too!' I want to shout but I just kept quiet about it.
"I was studying it before this all happened, when a map suddenly appeared it's a map I am not familiar with myself, there's a red dot on a country which means it has an Artifact on that location too but there's a label there: USA, New York it says" (A/N: I dunno if North and South America has been discovered that time, so sorry really for wrong History stuffs)
"That's where you are right now" I said
"Come to think of it, when this happened, I was playing with the Apple. There's a sudden white light coming from it….then boom I'm here" the American said
"Playing?" the Arabian said looking at the man and quirking an eyebrow.
"You know juggling it around and all that" the man replied grinning.
"So with that clue"
"There might be a chance we can go back to our respective times"
"So are you saying that the Apple of this country might help you go back, but so to tell you…New York is damn large! You won't find it easily" I said as crossed my arms
"You'll help us right?" the American asked looking at me
I stand and looked at all of them, silence in the background. They have expecting glint on their eyes, I sighed.
"Fine I would. And this would mean you staying here" I said closing my eyes and rubbing my temples
"Grazie" the Italian said "But since we are all going to be living on the same roof for a while, let me introduce myself and my friends here I'm-"
"Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, Mentor of the Italian Assassins. Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad Mentor of Levantine Assassins and Desmond Miles, one of the Modern day Assassins being pursued by the multinational corporation Abstergo Industries and was branded as Subject 17" I said proudly.
"How'd you known all that?" Desmond asked
"Simple, you guys are famous, really" I answered
"And who might you be, signora?" Ezio asked
"I'm Rheinoa Aderyn Selency, or you can just simply call me Rhei" I said smiling brightly "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a bath. Behave yourselves people!" I picked up my thrown stuff and was in the bathroom before any of them can say something.
END OF CHAPTER 1
(A/N:) Rheinoa Aderyn Selency (pr. Rey-nowa Ade-rin Selen-si) she's my favorite OC of all my OC's so I choose her to be the star of this story for my favorite game. So this is the end of Chapter 1. Show me some love by reviewing my first Assassin's Creed Fanfic!
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