When I was a young lad, I watched my uncle die right in front of me, stabbed in the back for the sake of some damn conspiracy.
I would have done something, but that man saw right through me, we both knew just how weak I was at that moment, so I did nothing...
Years later I found myself in the colonies, driven out of my family for not sharing their beliefs.
It seemed like an escape at first, but as revolution became apparent; the world around me fell to turmoil once again…
Until I found purpose…
I fought, I FIGHT for a new cause, unrestrained from the shackles of religion and prejudice.
We fight those who would make the world their plaything, from Georgia to Quebec we fight for the liberty that others cannot.
But now we face a new threat…
A turncoat, a TRAITOR, a shadow from the past that threatens all that we stand for, he has hunted our brothers across the globe, he is responsible for the rubble from which we rebuilt our order, and now he has struck down our mentor in his own homestead…
Our brotherhood must rise from ashes one more time
We must pick up the shards of our losses and forge them into weapons
We must hunt down and kill Shay Cormac and the hunters he commands
My name is Duncan Little
And I am an Assassin
ASSASSIN'S CREED: FIREHEART