Prologue

Mimic

verb

to imitate (someone or their actions or words)

Mimic

Desmond. That is the name my mother gave me, but at times I feel less like Desmond and more like Altair, Ezio, and Connor. Who are they you may ask? Well, they are my ancestors, and they were Assassins. There is no changing that and I guess I am an Assassin too. At least Rebecca and Shaun seem to think so, but my father doesn't care about that only that I have the experience and memories of three other great Master Assassins swimming around in my head. It doesn't matter that I have never passed the rank of Disciple or that I ran away at 16. All that matters is that I have the genetic memories of Assassins long dead and that I am the "chosen one" who needs to save the world. It doesn't matter, not when all they see me as the sum of my ancestor's abilities, experience, and my fears and limitations. But I am not! I have my own abilities too. Abilities that Altair, Ezio, and even Connor never had. Useful abilities too not to understate the difficulty and usefulness of mixing drinks and serving them. I know medicine! No, I am not a doctor, but rather a qualified healer. I know all the herbal medicine and how to create and mix natural remedies for many, many illnesses as well as how to remove bullets, arrowheads, shrapnel and other objects from a person without damaging them too badly. I also know many more healer related things that would have placed me far above the doctors of Ezio's time and would give Connor's doctors a run for their money, and I would make Altair's doctors worship me as a healer god. Not to brag of course. All this is great and all, but I doubt that is what they would seem like a useful skill for an Assassin to have. It may be a good skill, but not a "useful" skill. So instead I offer up a skill that I have developed and perfected - a skill I call Mimic. I can change my gait, accent, and pitch of my voice to blend into crowds perfectly or disappear from sight. I would also like to say that my skills at mimicking make me very flexible and adaptable. Anyways I have to go Rebbeca is calling me. I think it is time for me to get back into the Animus and continue exploring Connor's memories to save the world. Desmond signing out.

Mimic

So hi everyone. This is the first fic that I am writing that I am actually planning to turn into a multi-chaptered fic. But I am terrible at deadlines and have to worry about my studies so a regular update schedule is a far fetched dream. Hope you like it and if you do consider following and maybe leaving a review. Also, I don't have a Beta so all this is un-betaed until I get someone to beta read this for me. Therefore if you see any mistakes please point them out to me. Thanks.

Also just so that you know there is a further description of this fic on my profile. so I suggest you go check that out as it will give more information about the fic that I couldn't fit into the description.

Anyways Silent out. ;)