I don't own Assassins Creed or any of the characters that are in the game. I only own my characters that I've created for this fanfic.

Chapter 1

The images of London's streets flash before my eyes; a large amount of people flood the streets wearing clothes that belong in a time long before mine. There were snide comments of how traitors always got what was coming to them, and when the hangman prepared the traitor everyone fell into silence. I glanced around, my heart racing with tension and nerves. The sight of those crosses made me feel awkward as I stood in the crowd, watching as the man looked pleadingly at me as the noose was placed over his head and adjusted to fit around his neck.

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My eyes shoot open as I gasp for air; it was as though I had seen a nightmare and it was still after me. After a series of deep breaths I was back in the white room where the machine below me hummed slightly. I groan as my body refuses to move into a sitting position but I'm helped up by a scientist who stands by the machine.

"Seneca Chambers, you have to stop resisting," a deep voice tells me. In that tone I can hear a hint of anger as though I screwed something up.

I look at the owner of that voice and see a middle aged man, probably in his late 40s, early 50s; his blond hair is starting to gain gray streaks that make his age more apparent along with the wrinkles that burrowed into what I assume used to be an attractive face. His ocean blue eyes glance over me as I gain the balance needed to sit up by myself but they don't express the anger that his voice does. He shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not-"

"If you were sorry then you would start to cooperate with us," the director states. I can almost swear that he's angry at me.

What did these people expect me to do? They chose me to be the one to undergo the procedures for the Animus to give the Templars more information regarding the ancestry of their fellow Templars. They were searching for something; I'm guessing something important otherwise they wouldn't have tracked me down to my hometown in New York and forced me to come with them to London. The director, otherwise known as Edward Higgins didn't seem to understand why I was so nervous in this white room being watched by total strangers. All I was told by the bodyguards that escorted me here was they were part of an organization called the Order of the Knights Templar and they only wanted to get the information they needed.

Edward seemed to sense the tension that harbored in my feelings toward the situation and he sighs, "The quicker we get this over with the faster you're allowed to leave."

I hate this situation I'm in and my friends must be in a panic trying to figure out what happened to me… or at least that's what I hope my college friends are doing. If not I guess it can't be helped. There's that hope that maybe someone will notice me missing and they'll call for help. It's a false hope that anything can be done, I know that the Templar have power to influence particular fields of power; to even think for a second that anyone was coming to get me was stupid. I should know, I'm a part of Templar.

"Ms. Chambers if you would lie back down on the Animus we'll resume trying to get the system to adjust to your memories," the scientist next to me says. For a minute I have to think of why he was near me, and then it comes to me that he was the one who helped me sit up. I move away from him. I don't trust people touching me.

I glance from the scientist; his name is Cecil I think, and Edward. Both seem to stare me down in case I try to be stubborn. They seem to know what I'm about to do and it irritates me that I make my motives clear through my face and body language. Since they know I'll probably try to run I lie back down on the Animus.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement," Edward says kindly. There's no more anger in his voice but now I'm the one who's kind of ticked off.

My surroundings fade away as the Animus activates. I take a deep breath and watch as a screen appears in my vision. This would normally freak me out but seeing as though I've seen this screen for the past couple of days I can't help but grow used to it. It shows a DNA like strand going across the screen with what I presume to be memories of my ancestors.

"We're going to try something with the Animus and we want a response as to how it works," I can hear Cecil explain. "In order to view your ancestor's memories we need to make sure you're synchronized with the Animus. We will do this with a few control changes."

I wait for the training screen to appear; of course I've seen this too. Edward and Cecil have been trying to find a comfortable way for the Animus users to adapt to moving and the three dimensions that the Animus projects. Apparently they figured that setting the system up as though it was a game console was the best way to control your ancestor… this sounds like a video game now that I actually explain it to myself once more. The training screen appears and I see my ancestor stand before me.

I'm surprised to see a woman stand before me. She appears to be my age, maybe a little younger and this is accompanied by a body that is well suited for her. She is on the small side but she appears to move with grace as I moved her around. The dress she wears is flowing on her small frame and it is the color of the sky. Her light brown hair is tied in a braid that goes a little past her shoulders and her pale blue eyes are startlingly beautiful.

As I move her around I feel almost envious that she appears this pretty, but I hold back my envy and resume with the controls. So far everything moves smoothly, I'm able to move the character with no problems and what startles me is what Edward says.

"Yes we understand you can move, that isn't what we fixed. We want you to attack."

I stop moving her around and reply with uncertainty, "You… want me to attack? I thought the Templars were men!"

"That's a very sexist thing for you to say Ms. Chambers. According to the information we've gathered about your ancestor she was part of Templar and one of the more loyal members we've had. Of course this was in the late 15th century, no wonder why you thought otherwise."

I frown as I test out the controls where the young woman pulls out a sword and swings it around. There were other things I had to test as well including how to follow a person to even how to not be spotted by this targeted person. I sigh as I finish and the synchronizing is completed.

"How is everything?" Cecil asks somewhere in the distance.

"It's almost like I'm back at home playing my Xbox 360," I say almost sadly. That's one of the things I hate about being here, there's no Xbox 360 to play. "The controls work perfectly and it seems like I can control my ancestor's actions pretty well."

Edward and Cecil must be happy, knowing their Animus machine actually works, that someone like me can comprehend it and use it with ease. The screen disappears and I'm staring at the white ceiling once more.

"That will be all for now," Edward says in a calm tone. "We will continue this tomorrow and when we do you will experience your ancestor's past."

"Who exactly is this person anyways?"

Cecil raises an eyebrow, "You don't even know where your ancestor comes from or her name?"

"I've never been a fan of history," I reply slowly. It may come off as a lie but it's the honest truth. I always used to hate history in high school; I could never comprehend why events happened. I only thought of what could've been done to prevent them. Seeing as though those events had taken place I could only take notes and hope to whatever higher force was out there that I would pass the next history test with ease. Even when it came to family history I didn't question where I came from or where my ancestors came from, all that mattered was that I existed.

Cecil sighs as he lifts a clipboard that was on a nearby table and he scans the paper before him. He glances at me and shakes his head in disbelief.

"Her name is Anwen Chamberlain and she was born on December 15, 1471. She passed away in 1524 due to unknown reasons. Her father and mother were part of Templar and enlisted Anwen when she was thirteen. She married a man by the name of Archelous. Of course, Anwen took Archelous' surname," Cecil explains.

As he speaks I watch his lips form the names and I hold up a hand, "Who the heck names their children Archelous and Anwen?"

"These are old names, you have to remember that," Edward replies.

I frown and cross my arms, "What else do I need to know?"

"That's really about it… in terms of what you need to know. If you have any other questions then we can answer them."

"Then why do you need me here? If you know so much about my ancestor then what am I doing here?" I question. My voice is starting to crackle with agitation and I take a deep breath now that I notice I'm getting frustrated. It wouldn't do me any good to get angry.

Edward has a response to my question but not the one that calms me down and reassures me that these people aren't madmen, "Let's just say that we're missing vital information that only your ancestor is capable of answering."

I know when not to be angry and even though logic dictates that nothing good will come out of it I feel the anger burning at my face. I move off the Animus and stand, watching as Edward walks toward an open door.

"Until tomorrow, good night," he says casually as the door closes.

I grit my teeth, almost ready to be completely paranoid and frustrated but a voice keeps me from reaching that point.

"If it makes you feel any better this information should be rather easy to retrieve and once we have it then you can leave," Cecil says.

I turn towards the scientist and sigh, "I understand that… but if you know so much about Anwen then why do I have to do this?"

"Are you questioning the Templars?"

The question stops me. I've never been the one to join a group, much less something like the Order of the Knights Templar; in fact the Templar has been the last thing in my mind. Why would I care what they were up to? It's like a club that you're signed up for but eventually forget about it, yet somehow you're still on the roster. Of course I was thirteen when I joined Templar, same age as Anwen.

That's the thing that bothered me, how much Anwen and I had in common based on the information; we had the same birthday, we joined Templar at the same age, and we even looked similar… the only difference was the eye color and how she carried herself. It made me feel paranoid to believe that I was taken to London against my will, that I had to give these Templar strangers a taste of my past then I would be allowed to leave. What did these people want so badly?

"Ms. Chambers, are you listening?"

I blink and see that Cecil is standing pretty close to me, observing me. I take a few steps away from him, "Back off," I snap.

"My apologies," he replies. "If I angered you before with that question forget I asked it."

I nod, "Sounds like a good idea. One more thing, Edward and you don't know a lot about Anwen do you?"

Cecil shrugged, "I only know what I told you. I'm not sure how much Edward knows."

It's all I need to know for the meantime; after all if I'm going to live in the life of Anwen Chamberlain then I may not want to know everything about her. I feel myself yawn and I realize only then how much the Animus has drained me of energy. I walk towards the same door I had to stare at for the past couple of days and open it almost silently.

"Good night," Cecil calls out from the middle of the room.

I turn and see him smile slightly at me. It creeps me out, I never trust people who do that sort of thing without any reason. I can't help but feel grateful for the smile; it puts me in a better mood than I was in just a few minutes ago.

"Night," I say quietly as I wave slightly and shut the door behind me.

Before me is a queen sized bed that has nothing but white sheets and a white comforter on it. Just like the large laboratory I was just in, this room is completely white, a sterile color that makes me feel like I'm in a hospital. And I hate hospitals. Yet I'm stuck here, and I might as well sleep on the bed since Cecil and Edward were so kind as to get me a bed for their… guest? I'm not even sure if I would call myself a guest in a place like this.

I walk a few feet towards the bed and fall onto it clumsily. I move the covers and hide underneath them as though if I hide then I'll be home. I feel my eyes sting at the idea of my friends and what they're doing. It isn't until those familiar eyes of my boyfriend come into mind and his voice speaks to me that I feel the tears slip down my face.

"I love you; I'll see you tomorrow," his voice tells me. As I clutch the blankets I realize that I may not see or hear from him for a long time. I may not see anyone again from this point on. I have to get out of here… but how?

Thanks for reading. I'd like to thank Gray Spectre Warden Boom and StrifeOkami for helping me with this chapter. I recommend reading their Mass Effect fanfics. They're amazing.