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The Templar
Prologue
What is history? Is it real, or was it made up by others to fascinate us? That's what I started to question a few days ago.
My name is Kenneth James Richards, but people call me Ken. I was what you call your average teenager. Except my mom died when I was twelve. Now, that's the least I think about now.
Here's the story; it started with my cousin, Jeremy. He came to me one day during the summer, telling me about a cave he discovered. He wanted me to go and check inside, which we did. That was when I found an orb; the Apple of Eden.
We kept going, only putting us in more danger, discovering more things we shouldn't have come across. The Animus, the dead body of Desmond Miles, and a life my ancestors had that no one else knew. And that was only the beginning. Soon we- I was thrown into a war that was so obvious, we never saw it.
Then I met new people. Professor Paradox, mysterious women from an ancient civilization, along with what I assumed to be an old friend. A VERY old friend. But the one person I met that I hate the most; Dr. James Vidic.
He is a bad man. A VERY bad man. He dragged me further into the mystery, revealing the Staff of Destiny. I was shown my ancestors, who felt like I just met. Avonaco Kenway, an Assassin, another person who saw the staff and used it. Who else? No one knows.
I then saw the First Civilization, a time I apparently lived in. I know, I'm just as shocked, too. How could I be there? And how could I kill without mercy like that? It must run in my blood, because I killed my cousin.
His death is on my head, his blood along with it. After that, I just… gave up. That's it. I didn't care anymore. They took me, and they shipped me off to Canada. Apparently, they made an Abstergo in New York, just for me! If I was still depressed, I would feel glad. But I don't. Now, to make matters worse, I'm starting to have hallucinations and nightmares!
I'm sorry if I'm going out in all directions, but I just get confused and freaked out, because these nightmares aren't ordinary. In my dreams, I see my ancestors. Premonition dreams I like to think of them. Mostly, they're about the adventures of my Ancestors. I don't know why, but sometimes, it feels…comforting. Now, I gotta escape; get out and under the radar, until the heat is off me. But the question is… how?
Chapter 1- Subject Ken
"Well don't just stand there like a barrel of wet fish. We're celebrating my retirement!" Thatch yelled, laughing at his own happiness. Edward Ken way laughed along with him.
It was the day of Edward Thatch's retirement. Originally, Edward Kenway had hoped to convince him to come back. But he let it go, letting Thatch enjoy his day. Behind the two, leaning on a stack of crates, Thatch's first mate, Ken, was listening, laughing silently along with them. Sure, Ken was sad to leave his life on the high seas, but he would still be able to find solid work, so he will enjoy the day while it lasts. Ken then saw the man who wanted Thatch to come back. Ken walked up to the man.
"Listen, Mate. Let Thatch enjoy this day."
"He's a prick, and so are you for following him. His stupidity will have you all hung from the neck." The man told Ken.
"The man's lived a well life on the ocean. He should die with a happy family by his side. Would you die hung from the neck?" Ken told the man. The man thought about it for a moment, and his facial expression went from anger to a sincere smirk.
"Alright, man. You all are crazy. But I can't change a man's mind. Trust me, I would if I could." The two men laughed at that, until he put a hand on Ken's shoulder.
"Listen, you need a new ship to sail on, you can find me at Nassau." The man shook hands with Ken, before leaving onto his ship. Ken walked over to Thatch.
"Your right. The man is a Prick."
"Damn right he is." Thatch said, taking on a drink. Ken grabbed a cup as well, and sat next to his former captain.
"Riddle me this, boy. Ken is a strange name. How did you get it?"
"Well Thatch, I never knew my mother or father well. But they gave me the name Ken, and I stick to it. Just like how you stuck with 'Blackbeard'." Ken and Thatch drink down another cup of rum, Ken wiping the drink off his mouth.
"So Thatch, what do you plan to do now?"
"Hopefully, I can find the right woman. Start a family."
"Well, luck to-"Ken was cut off by the sound of mortar fire. The sky got darker, and the area around them was hit with heavy shot.
"What the devil!?"
"Where's Kenway!?"
"Get to the Jackdaw! I'll sail the Revenge!" Thatch put his hand on Ken's shoulder.
"Good Luck!"
Ken ran straight for the port, while Thatch shouted out something. He was able to make it to the Queen Anne's Revenge, and ran straight for the wheel.
"Set the main stream! Full sail, everyone!" He yelled to the crew. They moved at quick speed, setting the sail up in moments. The wind picked up, propelling the ship like it was nothing. The ship followed the Jackdaw, and started to fir on the attacking Man O' War.
"Fire all cannons! We shall not let them hang us today!" The crew fired heavy shot, firing swivels at the weak spots. Soon, the enemy ship was unable to move, meaning it was time to board.
"I'm going on board! Hold off the others!" Ken yelled out to the crew. He grabbed the rope on the broadside, and swung onto the Man O' War, which Kenway and Thatch were already on board.
"Take them all down! We will not fall today!" Thatch yelled, fighting off the British. Edward was on the other side of the ship, taking down the enemy like it as nothing. Ken fired off shots with his pistols, getting those who tried to get Thatch from behind. Thatch had been able to take some down, until one shot him in the shoulder. He tried again, and got slashed in the shoulder.
"Captain!" Ken tried to reach him, but a British commander knocked him off the side of the ship, into the ocean. Before reaching the water, he heard gunshots and a scream.
"THATCH!"
(Ken P.O.V.)
"AH!"
I jumped up from where I slept, and hit my head on the car door. Which hurt, I might add. The third time tonight.
About one week since I found the sanctuary. Since I discovered the Animus, the Apple, and… some things happened. I'm sorry; I don't wanna talk about it.
I'm just gonna focus on the present. I was taken to Abstergo Industries in Times Square, where I was held for a few days, before being shipped off to Canada. It was a plane ride, and now a four hour car ride. I obeyed, because I needed to get away from it all. From what happened in New York. Plus, I didn't want to turn down a free trip to Canada! Who wouldn't?
On the upside, they had been nice to me. Even though I wanted to slit Vidic's throat five times over. I wonder why? Sadly, I was thrown forward by the sudden stop, and I fell to the floor. The driver looked at me weirdly, and told me we were here. I get up from where I fell, and open the door, and walk outside. The bright sun and fresh air hit me like a brick, making me cough a bit. I take notice of the beautiful scenery, before realizing I was forgetting the fact that Abstergo kidnapped me! Maybe I can make a break for it…
"Hey! You must be the new guy!" A female voice yelled at me. I turned to where it came from, to find a woman staring at me. She was about my height, with red hair and wearing all black. She had a tablet in her arm, and she looked like she was having a party.
"Oh… hi. You surprised me."
"It's alright. Let me see if I have your name here…" The lady tapped on her tablet a few times, nodding when she found what she was looking for.
"Here we go. Ken Richwood. Is that right?" She asked. So they changed my last name? Those bastards. Well, a beggar can't be a chooser.
"Yeah, that's right. It's okay to just call me Ken, though." I tell her.
"Great! Follow me. The name's Melanie, by the way." Melanie says. So, her name is Melanie. Neat. We walk into the security check, and she puts in a code. The doors open, and we walk up a flight of stairs, into a really large, and cool, hallway. The large screens on the sides showed pictures of sailing ships, and people in hoods chasing whales. Maybe it's a gang thing they're doing. Or Assassin's. It is Abstergo I'm in, by the way.
"Here at Abstergo Entertainment, we're trying to completely revolutionize gaming and research. We inherited the Sample 17 project and plan to make a game on the pirates of the Caribbean seas." She explains, as we pass the coffee stand, and go into the elevator. She taps her tablet again, and the elevator starts moving up.
"I suppose you remember Liberation?"
"Oh, yeah! I wanted to buy it, but I didn't have enough money. Living in the countryside is expensive." I tell Melanie. It was kind of the truth. It's expensive okay!
"Well, you'll be helping make a game instead of playing one. Now here." She hands me a blue-tooth earpiece, and I put it in my ear.
"That is to communicate with us. Follow me." We get off the elevator, and we walk over to the information desk.
"Hey Melanie. How's the search going?" The receptionist asked.
"What search?"
"Well, there have been a few problems with some of the computers. We believe someone is hacking them, but we hope it's not that. Now, take this." Melanie hands me a tablet just like the one she has in her hand. I open it, and it gives a welcome notification. 'WELCOME KEN RICHWOOD. CONNECTING TO BLUE-TOOTH COMMUNICATOR…' the system loads for a bit, and it gives a successful ping sound. The screen then loads up a map of the entire building, along with a marker, telling where I am.
"This tablet is for finding your way around and for your employee ID. Now, just follow me to your Animus."
"Animus?" I ask suspiciously. How did they get access to Animus tech? Maybe it's from the Animus from the sanctuary.
"Yeah. The Animus Omega is necessary for our research. Some of them are going to explore the Pirate life of Edward Kenway. But you are going to visit his later years. We want to get a feel of how he ended his life for an add-on in the future. Here we are." We make it to the station I'm working in, and to be honest, it looks REALLY nice! On the floor, was a guy, I suppose he's fixing up my Animus before I work.
"John. Meet our new guy, Ken." John get's up from the floor, and closes a panel on the side.
"Oh, the new guy. Hope you have fun with the Animus. This is a special device." John emphasizes the special part, and leaves with a smirk on his face.
"That guy is weird." I tell Melanie, who nods at that. She leaves, leaving me to tend to my own things. I look around my space, and find a surround sound system behind me, a painting of someone in an Assassin hood holding two swords, and my Animus, which was as big as a flat screen. I sit down in my chair, which was surprisingly comfy, despite how it looks. Maybe now I can get something to-
"Hey, kid, you there? Hello?" A voice tells me on my communicator. I make sure no one else was around, and talk into it.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"John from IT. We met, like, a minute ago. Listen, I need you to do something for me." John tells me. Great, first day, and already I get myself into a dirty job.
"Alright, what is it?" I say to him.
"There's a computer somewhere near where you are. It should have a number 3 on it. So find it, before I rat you out." John demands. How did he know already?
"Ugh, fine! Give me a sec." I walk out of my station, and find the door with a three a few feet from where I sat.
"Oh, level 3 security. Give me a sec… Boom!" The light on the three goes from red to green, and opens right in front of me.
"How did you do that?"
"I just gave you Level 3 security clearance. Don't let it go to your head. Now, I put in a little program for what you're about to do. So go in and connect to the computer." I listen to what he said, and walk into the locked room. It was neatly furnished, with a fridge in it to boot. I find the computer, and connect to it. After a few taps, I successfully hacked it, and a file downloaded into my tablet. I look at it for a moment, and read a little bit of it aloud.
"'Post mortem report on Subject 17, Desmond Miles. Discovering him in the countryside of New York, we ran several analyses on the body, and found severe physical damage done to the right arm."
"Hey! Don't read that! Just go to the coffee stand. A courier is waiting." John screamed in my ear. I rubbed my ear, and left, quickly walking to the elevator. I connect my tablet to the elevator, and it sends me to the lobby. I get out, and walk over to the coffee stand, where I find two people, arguing over something. The woman notices me, and she puts her attention on me.
"Hey Ken." She tells me.
"Wait, how do you know-"The gears turn in my head, and it comes to me. The two people, they look just like the knocked out people from the cave. Wait, they are!
"Now I remember! What are you doing here?" I ask her.
"Look, kid, I'll explain later. For now, I'll just…" She grabs her tablet, and connects to mine quickly, she collects the data I downloaded, and puts the device in her pocket. She then takes out a box, and hands it to me.
"Here, kid. Don't open it until you're alone." She then walks the opposite direction, and walks out. I turn to the guy.
"Is your coffee good?" I ask him.
"Well, mate, why don't you try for yourself then?" He hands me a cup of coffee, and I take a sip. I quickly spit it back into the cup, and put it on the counter.
"Coffee tastes like shit, man." I tell him.
"Well, you were honest. I'll give you that." I walk back to the elevator, and John talks to me while I go up in the elevator.
"Good job kid. You already know what's going on, who you are. Just don't go too far, we're already sitting on something big. Now, I'll keep in touch, but I got another appointment. See ya. "He hangs up, just as I get back to my station. I take the package in my hand, and double-check to see if anyone was around. No one. Good. I open the box, and kind a pair of hidden blades inside. I take one out, and put it on my wrist. Fits like a charm. I take it back out, and close the box. Looking around, I found a spot that no one could find, and put the box there. I sit down on the hair, put on my headset, and activate the Animus. I then felt lighter than air, and I was connected to the system.
I will update as fast as I can, but not weekly, because I am starting college courses. So expect them on a regular basis.
Other chapters will be based on Ancestor memories, but I won't tell you which time, just for surprise. Don't judge me.
Also, reviews are okay, because I like some feedback. You don't have to, but I would appreciate it.
