A/N: This story won't leave me alone. But, maybe I should be doing my 10 page English research paper instead… alas :P Enjoy! Any dialogue from here on out may be adjusted to fit my OC in, but it will only be slight ones, as I plan on staying true to everything as much as my plans will allow. Please, R&R!

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Chapter 2: Achilles? The Mythology Just Keeps On Coming

I opened my eyes to see a mist of gold. Minerva stood before me, her eyes filled with worry. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself. Okay, the pain said this wasn't a dream.

"Minerva?" I asked. I let myself accept the moment that it seemed I was in Assassin's Creed. I'd do a more thorough evaluation of my sanity later. Deal with the here and now.

"Yes. I am Minerva, Kennith. I don't have much time, so let me speak without interruption. Your questions will have to be answered the next time we meet." I nodded, swallowing my inquiries. "The realm you know as Assassin's Creed is real. We had the 'game' as you call it created in your realm in order to find the one who could change the future. To save Desmond and the world. When you couldn't seem to succeed in the game, that is how I identified you as that person. Jupiter and I created it to do this when the one we needed was found. You will save Connor from a darkness that will grow and cripple him. Without Eagle Vision, Connor is more susceptible to the darkness, and so you must be that leading beacon for him in its stead. You will save Desmond and him from Juno's manipulations and plots. You will show Desmond the way to save the world without destroying it and himself. You have seen how it will end without you. Now, change it and guide Connor. Retrieve the amulet, destroy it, and discover the world's true salvation." She put an ethereal hand on my cheek, hope a spark in her eyes. "You can do it Kennith. You have the soul, heart, mind, and tools to accomplish this. Now do what you're destined to do." She stepped away and the scene began to fade away into blackness once more. Just before it was gone, Minerva spoke again, "You will arrive at the homestead of Achilles while Conner is away defending Concord. Good luck." And she was gone.

Achilles was the sweetest old man I'd ever known, if cautious with his trust. I told him everything I could, without mentioning Desmond and the end of the world. I told him about Juno and Minerva and my world, and my mission here. The old man seemed to gradually believe me, and finally accepted when I told him nearly word for word what he'd spoken to Conner before the man had begun his training all those years ago. A weight seemed to lift from his shoulders, and worry ebbed away.

He knew that Connor wouldn't be alone anymore now. The boy's (yes, boy; because to him Connor would always be the boy that had refused to leave all those years ago) mission would succeed and it would keep him from the darkness.

He liked this charismatic and beautiful young woman. His old mind couldn't help but scheme upon learning her age was close to Connor's. She was also familiar with loss, and knew better than to pity. He had to hide a smirk. Now, all they had to do was wait for Connor's return, which would be in the next few weeks according to the girl.

Kennith and Connor… he swallowed another smirk.

The old man was a task master, that was for certain. I had never worked out and trained so much before in my entire life. But, I had to be ready to assist Connor once he returned, and there was very little time before that happened.

"Achilles!" I yelled, catching the man's attention from his book that he was reading on the balcony overlooking the homestead. I waved up at him and climbed a nearby tree and jumped to the railing, sitting there. "Do you think I'll be ready?" I asked, adjusting the assassin robes he'd managed to acquire for me. The looked much like Connor's, except for the thinner sleeves since I had no hidden blades, and they were tighter, form fighting for the era, and I had a side cape much like Ezio'd had, which hid my scimitar that hung at my waist. It had plenty places to hide supplies on my person and a place in both my boots for a knife, as well as a spot for a small locksmith set in a pocket hidden just below my bust within my bodice. This outfit was black with red trim and my belts, buckles, and thigh high boots were also black, and made of supple leather. The hood hid my face well and had a design like the on Connors, but in a red that was so dark it was nearly black. All of it was surprisingly light and breathed well, even in the humid east coast weather. For some slight armor, it also had of the same leather, though much thicker, but just as light, a corset like bodice that laced up in the front, complementing my figure, and making my lacking bust seem more gifted. That discovery had made me laugh. I tried to be in the outfit as much as possible so that wearing it became as natural as if it were a second skin. I was ready in my dress department.

I looked sexy, I concluded. And dangerous.

Achilles had also gotten me a bow and quiver, though the quiver was black, and the bow simple and undecorated. They were sturdy and very easy to use. I already had my scimitar and scabbard that had come along with me in my duffle bag, so as far as weapons went, I was good there too. Now I only had to train and wait.

Achilles laughed at my nervousness.

"You'll be fine Kennith—I mean Kenny," he corrected himself after I gave him a withering look to remind him about the taboo of using my full name. "Connor will be uneasy with trusting you at first, but as you are, he will not last long in his resistance." He winked at me, making me giggle.

I opened my mouth to retort, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar holler. A stately, though sallow fellow with ginger hair tied back in the era's current style saluted up at us. I recognized him as Benjamin Tallmadge. This meant Connor wasn't far behind.

"Good day Achilles! How fairs the Homestead and Connor?" he hollered up.

"It goes well as it can, my good friend," the old man managed to holler back, "Come inside for some tea and we'll discuss your presence here."

Achilles turned away and struggled to his feet, but I went and helped him up the rest of the way, getting a smile. "Come Kenny," he said, "from what you told me, Connor is not far behind. The time for your journey to begin is here."

Tallmadge kept glancing at me. I knew it wasn't disapproving, in fact I guess my outfit made me a bit too approving to the male hormones. But that wasn't going to stop me. We had discussed everything with the gent, excluding everything about me except that I was a member who came from overseas in Germany, where I'd been hiding underground from the Templars. I'd come to America to escape that and help in the cause after receiving a letter from Achilles. It was a good lie, especially since my speaking German was a convincing factor. The truth of my presence would only be revealed to Connor, once he'd arrive.

We decided I wait with Tallmadge until Connor met with him, and then I would tell my story before we set off for New York.