Elise found herself dumped in a Saint Denis alley - or so it seemed - when she awoke. She had heard of its broken down spires and old, worn down buildings. Attached to her bracers, she found a note scribbled out as if the person writing it had been in a hurry. The messenger had wrote,

Elise de la Serre, Templar Grandmaster,

I am honestly sorry for this - the Assassin's behavior, the Mentors, our hostile behavior, and most of all, Arno's death. We know how much it has weighed on you, for the same weight rests on our shoulders.

She could see slight creases and stains, as if the writer's hand had been shaking.

Among all of the French Brotherhood, Arno had been the one Assassin who wasn't corrupt in his ideals. Know that I risked much to deliver this note to you and take caution with it, for it contains information that would crush many of the Brotherhood if it were to fall to enemy hands.

If you do not know the true location of our sanctuary, there is a map attached to this note on the back.

Elise turned it over, her benefactor had not lied. Pinned to the paper with a bit of metal was a crumpled sheet of paper exposing the sanctuary and Cafe's location.

Understand that if we were at our peak of strength, if Mirabeau had lived and still ruled or if the Templars hadn't gained so much power for the time Germain ruled, we would be much more courteous.

However, Trenet has gotten desperate. Her income, along with her comrades has dropped to nearly nothing (for confidential reasons, I cannot disclose the exact number). She sees this moment as the perfect chance to utterly crush and destroy the French Order and beyond with Germain gone.

As a matter of fact, Trenet is so sure of herself that that she is constructing a statue for herself - alongside legends like Altair, Ezio, and many others. Representing her 'oh so mighty power' and 'amazing intelligence' for absolutely wiping your Order. And to go even further, she has declared Arno a traitor for merely communicating with you. She has deemed it necessary to wipe his name from the records. The scale must be balanced once more - the Order needs to rise as a democracy. This is why you are alive rather than dead, because a number of us realized the importance of balance. Without control, the Creed is merely chaos, especially with a leader like Trenet.

If you are questioning who I am, know that I am a friend who will provide transportation if you need it. Know that I left you the money in the envelope in your coat pocket. And know that I shared Arno's concern over the Brotherhood's future and our alliance with the Order. With a powerful and just leader on either side of the war, we can finally unite and achieve the goals that our groups have both wished for.

And remember to trust no one, not even Assassin or Templar, unless you know these individuals personally.

My comrades and I wish you luck on your journey, whether it be rebuilding your Order, helping our Brotherhood from absolute destruction and tyranny, or just leaving this behind, although most of us do wish that you would join our cause as we understood your love and the beauty that you once saw in France. We know your power as you and Arno have eradicated Germain - which should've earned both you and Arno a place that will be forever preserved in history books and records from both Templars and Assassins alike.

If you look to your hip, you will find the Sword of Eden, as it was called, and you may use it however you like. Discover its ways and use them for the greater good.

She looked down to her hip, and gasped. There, in her scabbard was the sword, a golden rod of an invincible and incredibly sharp metal. This Assassin really did wish for her to succeed.

Along with the legendary weapon, we have equipped you with our standard equipment - smoke, flash, cherry, and poison bombs, a phantom blade, several rounds of ammunition, and the well known hidden blade(watch your fourth finger). Use them wisely and restock on them at shops if needed (many blackmarkets exist, and the dealers know how to get their hands on Assassin grade items).

We wish you luck in your voyage.

And take hope, for you are not the only one from both Orders upon this path of reunification and reformation. That is the last message I will leave for you.

Good Luck,
the Green Assassin (A/N OC, OC!)

Elise swallowed and stood up from her sitting position. The Order and its counterpart had been part of a world much bigger than she had expected. And even though she had that urge to just walk away, to leave this all behind, she knew that she would return, for this was what she had been made for; An instrument, a tool alongside many others that would be key to reversing nearly irrevocable damage that would unbalance the power of this world.

And she wanted to begin her fight for her Order immediately.

-line break-

The sky of Saint Denis was concealed behind pillars of smoke and wisps of the water vapor that made clouds. Droplets of water fell from the sky, accentuating the depressed state of the once bright city. Beggars lined the street and orphans ran about, victims of the Revolution. In the middle of it all was a figure dressed in a dull grey outfit, complete with dozens of buttons that lined his cloak, a schiavona and pistol upon the hip, and peculiar leather bracers upon both arms. His face was scarred in certain places, evidence of a hard past, and his eyes held a deep cunning that was rarely ever seen upon the average person.

To those unaware, the man seemed to be a military figure sent to oversee the depressing growth of one of the most poor cities in France. But if one paid attention closely, they would notice the cross emblazoned upon his chest - a red cross overlaid with a silver lining. He stood still, so much more wealthy taller than the rest of the populace, yet somehow blending in with its surroundings.

And his eyes were trained upon an unconscious women in an alley who had just gained her senses and stood, eyes already alert. As the cloaked figure watched on, he noticed her normally relaxed figure stiffen, as a sixth sense kicked in. And from that one action, he knew that she was one of the many descendants of those who came before, the mystified civilization known to him as the Precursors. And if his senses served him right, as they normally did, then the girl in the alley would be a powerful alley, or a dangerous enemy.