OKAY, THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO INVOLVE A CHARACTER FROM ANOTHER FANFICTION THAT I ENJOY VERY MUCH. SO, THE CHARACTER NAMED, SUNA BELONGS TO MY BETA AND CO-AUTHOR OF THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS, WHITEZEPHYR. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO UBISOFT AND SUNA BELONGS TO WHITEZEPHYR. SIMPLE AS THAT.

AND EMMA IS IN EGYPT AND WILL BE EXPERIENCING EVERYTHING FROM HER ANCESTORS POV (STILL FIRST PERSON POV)

I open my eyes to an insanely white room.

"Argh!" I scream as I cover my eyes.

"Emma, are you okay?" Casey's bodiless voice asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just blinded," I groan as I remove my hands from my eyes.

Casey laughs. "Didn't Heather ever tell you not to use Eagle Sense and look at the sun at the same time?"

"Shut up."

I begin to walk around, and then jog; eventually I work up to a sprint and I don't get winded or sweaty.

"Basic movements and brain activity are normal. Try some other moves while I search for a solid strand of DNA to synch you up with," Casey instructs.

I perform leaps, throw punches, play with my dagger, and numerous other things that I normally do if I wasn't in an Animus. Eventually, I run out of things to do.

"Casey?" I ask into the white void.

"Okay Em. I have 1200 Syria, 1361 England, and 1498 Egypt—"

"Egypt!" I exclaim a little too quickly.

I can hear Casey giggle, and soon the white room fades into black. When I open my eyes again, I'm staring at a river, under the shade of a tree. Dimly, I'm aware that this is the Nile River, since I am in Egypt.

"Okay Emma, you are in 1498 Alexandria, Egypt. Rhakotis district, if you want to be specific," Casey informs me.

I nod to myself in understanding and stand up in one fluid motion. I tear my gaze from the Nile and look down at myself, gasping in shock and surprise.

My Assassin robes are completely different from what I'm used to.

"Emma! Female Egyptian Assassins wore light flowing robes with minimal armour—thought you are used to that already—just be glad that you aren't a courtesan," Casey explains in a rush.

Might as well be one, I think to myself.

I take a deep breath and cough. Jesus! Egypt is hot! I continue to look around and confirm that I'm on the banks of the Nile River. I smile in satisfaction that I am able to see this in its heyday. I look down at what I'm wearing. I'm wearing bracers, when I turn my arms over, I see twin Hidden Blades resting in their hilts. I am also wearing spaulders, which I don't even feel as though I am wearing them. I lower my arms and continue to look down. I'm wearing a chest plate—which only covers that. The armor doesn't feel bulky; it feels light, but durable. I continue to gaze at myself for a moment and I see that my midsection is exposed—Because of the heat, I remind myself—and so are my arms. I see the belt; a red sash is wrapped around my hips and the Assassin Insignia lays flat against it. I run my hands over the belt and feel the hilts of throwing knives. This just keeps getting better and better. I keep looking down at myself when I see a piece of white cloth and a flicker of silver and gold catch my eye.

I move the—realizing that I'm wearing gloves that expose my fingers—cloth to reveal an Egyptian dagger. A smile forms on my face. I walk towards the water—finally feeling the thirst in my mouth—and look at my reflection. Just a nose, mouth, and hood. Sighing, I take my hood off to reveal shoulder length black hair, tan skin, and deep gold eyes.

I still have Eagle Sense! I think joyfully.

Again I look down at my feet and see sandals made of tough black leather. They travel up to my knees, and I feel the light-yet-durable armor against my shins. I also see the Egyptian sword hanging against my hip, lounging in its sheath.

"This is so amazing!" I whisper to myself.

"Why do you get the amazing ancestors?" Casey whines.

I ignore her and continue to stare at my reflection. I can see traces of the real me in this ancestor, the eyes for one, but also, the shape of her mouth, the alertness in her eyes. My self-inspection is short-lived when I hear a group approaching. I raise my hood over my head and swiftly climb the tree I woke up under not moments ago.

A group of four men—guards—walk towards where I just was just standing.

"I thought I saw the whore right here!" one guard whines.

I grind my teeth together and my muscles bunch.

"You're seeing things," another guard chortles.

I roll my eyes and my new enemy walks away, disgruntled.

"Come, we need to get back to patrols," a third guard insists.

After I know that the guards are gone, I jump lithely to the ground and land with a barely audible thud. I continue to smile until I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I turn around in one swift motion and the person behind me—the guard who called me a whore—smiles wickedly at me. I can see the lust and desire that he has and I can sense he intends to kill me. I don't intend to let him have the chance.

"Hey! I found her!" the guard shouts.

I can hear metal clanging as they run—obviously not used to running in armor—and I groan internally. I don't really want to fight these bastards.

"Let's see what you look like under all those robes." One smiles vilely at me.

The guard who called me a whore approaches and grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. Dull green eyes stare into mine.

"Pigs," I mutter as best I can as I extend my right Hidden Blade and stab it into the guard's stomach. He collapses into the grass, blood gushing out from the wound and the other guards just stand there, dumbstruck.

"Is he the best you have?" I taunt.

The guards regroup and unsheathe their own swords. I grab mine—praying that I can use it properly—and get into a defense position. One guard is able to figure it out.

"She's one of them!" he spits.

Well at least he didn't shout "Assassin"!

I grip my sword firmly and prepare for the attack, but before I can land one blow to any of the guards, three arrows pierce their chest and they fall to the ground, dead. I sheathe my own weapon and walk over to the guard I stabbed. His life slowly ebbing away. I bend over him and stare directly into his pain-filled eyes.

"May you be judged for what you have done, and not for what you are," I murmur as I stab the guard in the neck and his life ends instantly.

I stand up, wiping the blood from my Hidden Blade when I remember the arrows.

"Who's there?!" I demand.

The wind only shifts the trees.

"I said, who's there?!" I repeat.

I see a white-hooded figure walk out from the bushes with a smirk on their face. I activate my Eagle Sense and see that they are in white. An Assassin? I deactivate my Eagle Sense and frown as they walk forward gracefully.

"Who are you?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.

They walk past me without a second glance. They bend down next to the three guards with arrows protruding from their chests, and removes the arrows and inspects them as they remove the arrows.

"You can't use them anymore," I remark.

"We'll see about that," they answer. Their voice too high to be male. Their accent is also definitely not from Egypt, despite how well they seem to be able to speak the language.

The Assassin stands up and we look at each other. I frown. "Again, who are you?"

"Sofia d'Alviano. What's your name?" she asks.

I clear my throat. "Sehkat."

Sofia only nods. "Ah, it means: She who is powerful. What a name."

I frown. "Are you mocking me?"

"Of course not," Sofia mumbles, "but I am looking for someone by that name."

I take a step back.

"Please!" Sofia scoffs. "If I was going to kill you, I would've shot you before the guards… or let the guards have their way."

"If you let the guards have their way, they'd still end up dead—"

"But you would be injured," Sofia interrupts.

I grimace. "I've had worse."

Sofia smiles at something. "Perhaps."

"Look, why are you even here?" I grumble.

"Grandmaster Iskender is expecting someone by the name of 'Sehket' to meet him in a few hours."

"So, you're a messenger?" I quip.

"Iskender warned me of your… stubbornness," Sofia sighs as she wipes her forehead.

"Maybe you should change into a lighter Assassin robe," I smirk.

"No thanks. I'd rather not look like a courtesan."

I frown. Sofia begins to walk away and I lunge forward and grab her arm. Suddenly I find myself on the ground, staring up at the blue sky.

"Just a warning," Sofia hisses into my ear, "don't try and grab me."

"Get off of me!" I grunt.

Sofia gets up and I stand up, wiping my arm off.

"Why does Grandmaster Iskender want to see me so badly?" I ask.

Sofia plainly shrugs. "He said that it wasn't information to be shared with others."

I walk past Sofia and into town. Alexandria is insanely hot and muggy. I see a few guards giving me a look and I return it with a glare. Obviously, this doesn't deter them as they whistle as I pass by. I pass a mirror and see that I have a nice body—a body fit for an Assassin. I continue walking to the Assassin HQ and realize that I have no idea where it is.

"Sorry Emma. Until you find it on your own, I can't help you. Find a viewpoint," Casey apologizes.

I look around and find a high tower with an eagle flying around it. I discreetly walk down an alleyway and begin climbing. As I climb, the heat gets worse and worse. I just had to pick Egypt didn't I? My hands wrap around the edges of the wooden plank and I perch myself on the wood. I look around and I see a pigeon coop not far from my location.

I center my mind and perform a leap of faith, gracefully landing in a haystack instead of concrete, and make my over to the pigeon coop. I hoist myself over the edge of the roof, open the coop and grab a pigeon. I find one bird with a note tied onto its leg. I remove the note and put the bird back into the cage.

"Meet where Ra is at his highest," it reads.

Ra? Who the heck is Ra?

"Ra is the Egyptian God of the Sun," Casey informs me.

"Know-it-all!" I growl.

"Hey!"

I tune her out and look around the city. Not many high places.

"Where would I meet someone?" I mutter to myself.

I finally find a temple—however small it is—and begin my run there. Surprisingly enough, I'm not sweating like I normally would be. Thank the Lord for light armour and robes. I slide down a slanted roof and onto the ground and enter the Temple. My instincts alert and ready.

"I didn't think you would make it," the Grandmaster's voice called.

I swallow. "My apologies, Grandmaster."

"You are forgiven my child. Have you met Sofia d'Alviano yet?" he asked as he walked into view.

"Y-Yes. How do you know her?" I ask.

"She's a friend of Ezio Auditore's."

My eyes widen. "I didn't know…" I trail off, embarrassed that I was rude to someone who knew the man that took down the Pazzi.

"It's okay, Sehkat. I've been in tougher situations," Sofia mentions as she walks in behind me, her face revealed. She has gold eyes like me, but they seem different. Like they have more depth than mine, like they can see more than just what you can see when you have Eagle Sense. Her hair is short and brown, he face rather indistinct, as if she is trying to hide something. Naturally, I use my Eagle Sense and find that Sofia is glowing a brighter shade of white than before.

"Are you done?" she grumbles.

I blink and the world returns to normal. "Yes."

Iskender coughs. "Best I get to the point. Sehkat, you and Sofia are to infiltrate a party, being thrown by a noble that we've recently learned is a Templar."

I nearly groan out loud. Sofia looks like she'd rather be anywhere else.

"You said there would be murder tonight," she mutters.

"In time, Sofia, there will be a death. But we must see what we are dealing with if we are to kill this man."

I frown and keep my hood up.

"Master, what are we going as… exactly?" I ask, dreading the answer.

Sofia smiles at me and Grandmaster gives me an apologetic look.

"Both of you will be going as courtesans—"

"WHAT?!" Sofia and I exclaim. Sofia nearly lunges at the Grandmaster but I tackle her to the ground of the temple.

I hear Casey chuckling from the real world.

"I did not agree to come and train Assassins, only to be told that I have to be a courtesan!"

"You only have to do this one time, Sofia!" Iskender groans, "Sehkat, show Sofia the ways of… the courtesans."

I grumble.

"Don't worry Em. Your ancestor had to learn the ways of the courtesans. Just relax."

Sofia and I walk to the back of the temple—turns out this is the Assassin HQ—and I have Sofia change into a lighter version of the Assassin robes she was wearing. I gasp as I notice her scars, which are prominent on her right shoulder and stomach. She gives me a glare.

"Focus," she hisses.

I nod and within a few long hours, Sofia has enough skill to pass as a courtesan. I hand her some sandals and another piece of white silk cloth to cover up her scars.

"You never bothered to learn the ways of the courtesans while in Italy? Isn't Italy—Rome specifically—supposed to have some of the best Brothels?" I ask as I hide my dagger and the Assassin insignia.

"Nope."

"Sad," I remark.

"You know what's sad? That I spent nearly eight—!" She stops for only a moment. "Eight years of my life becoming an Assassin and I have to waste it on the fact that I have to be a courtesan!"

I glare. "I've killed numerous targets in disguise, and remember it's only for one night."

She scoffs as she reaches for some water. "What's your rank?"

I glare at her. "Master."

She nearly chokes on the water that she is drinking.

"You're joking? You can't be any older than me!" she nearly shouts, but there's a distant smile in her eyes. Like a memory she was remembering.

"We don't have time for this. Iskender is waiting for us in the front. Let's go," I grumble as I walk out, only armed with my dagger and hood.

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