OKAY PEOPLE. THE FINAL BATTLE. WHEN I HAVE TIME, I PLAN TO GO BACK THROUGH BOTH ASSASSIN FANFICS AND EDIT SO DON'T EXPECT THIS TO BE THE FINAL COPY.

SARAH'S POV:

As I watch Emma leave, I find her letter on the kitchen table. I walk over to it and read it.

Sarah,

If you are reading this, then it means I've passed on from this world and have joined mom and dad in the next. But before you begin to cry and mourn, please understand that I love you. I'm sorry that we were only together a short time, and I'm sorry that I was nonexistent while you were growing up. But you understand now; and that's all that matters. I know that you were safe with your adoptive family, and it's for that reason why, if we lose—if the Assassins lose, I want you to go into the office, find the letter I was writing two days ago, and take it with you to Washington State. I have called your adoptive mom, Mark, and Morgan. They are going to take care of you if things turn for the worst. I can't think of anyone else that I would trust with you. That mom and dad would trust.

Sarah, you brought out the good in this family. I haven't felt this way in a long time. Not since…not ever actually. For so long, Casey and I have been so close that she was the closest thing to a sister I had. Then Heather told me the story of your survival, of your existence. I still smile at the memory of me tapping on your window back in California, your face was priceless. We've shared good and bad times together, but our most recent adventure, is one that I wish to forget in the next life.

Before I wrap this letter up, if I am to die along with the rest of the Assassins. If you happen to find Sam…(if she manages to survive) she's an Assassin and I trust her. Tell her who you are, who you are related to. She'll help you. She'll keep you safe.

Fate has played its hand Sarah, and I'm ready to meet mine. Remember, whenever you see an Eagle flying around…you know we're watching over you.

With much love, your sister, Emma.

A single Eagle Feather is taped to the bottom of the letter and I pick it up. I burst into tears on the spot. I fall to my knees, clutching the Eagle feather close to my heart. "Please be okay," I sob. She has to live. I manage to get up and stare out the window. The fight is still hours away. I curl up into a ball on the couch and hold on tightly to the Eagle feather.

EMMA'S POV:

I slice my way through Assassin trained Templars, blood spilling on both sides. I can hear the cries as my fellow brothers and sisters fall to the ground. I grind my teeth together, trying to ignore them. I focus on Brother Richards as I see him trying to flee at my rapid approach. "Not this time!" I snarl.

As he disappears into the forest behind the clearing, I activate my Eagle Sense and follow his fresh trail. I leap into a tree and jump from branch to branch, gaining ground on the aged Templar. After a few yards, the land begins to slant upwards and the trees begin to thin out. I leap from the tree I jumped to and jumped to the ground, rolling to my feet in the same movement. I resume my sprint and as I shove some bushes aside, Brother Richards stands. Catching his breath. I look over his shoulder and I see that we are on a cliff, overlooking the battle. I don't look at the fight below us, afraid that I'd lose my focus. I deactivate my Eagle Sense.

"It's over, Richards," I spit as I advance on him.

Brother Richards looks at me. The familiar feeling returning to me. "Is it?"

When he says those words, I know what he is. Who he is. "Yes, you are done!"

Brother Richards smiles. "Remember that letter? Rodrigo's secret weapon? Well here it is!" he shouts as he unsheathes a gold dagger, a Piece of Eden. Al Mualim's dagger! I take a step back. I can feel the dagger pulse towards me. I fight the temptation to grip my skull. He can't know that it effects me.

"Scared?" he goads. "You should be. This Piece of Eden gave me the knowledge of Al Mualim!"

I glare at him. "No, it turned you into him!"

Brother Richards only smirks at me. "Altair's descendants will die in his place…starting with you!" he snarls.

I nod. "I would be honored." I sprint at him, my hidden blade and dagger out and ready for Brother Richards' throat. "This is for Kevin!" I whisper, remembering the Assassin Brother Richards slayed back in California.

I dodge one of his attacks. "Give up!" I snarl.

"Never!"

We continue to fight and dodge. My bones ache, my muscles are burning; but I keep fighting. My mind begins to go fuzzy with the Piece of Eden so close. I can hear whispers in my head.

"Come home, daughter."

I grunt to hold back the scream. Brother Richard's lands a cut to my arm, slicing through the tough material. Blood starts flowing from the wound, but it seals itself up rather slowly. "So you are the one they fear?" Richards smiles evilly.

Suna. "No. I'm not."

"It doesn't make a difference. Tonight, the Assassin Order dies by the Templars blade!"

I'm so out of focus from the dagger in the Templars hands that I barely see Brother Richards charge at me and kick me to the ground. He kicks my ribs—a few crack, my side throbs with every breath I take. I roll onto my back to see the insane eyes of Brother Richards staring at me.

"Say goodbye—." He chokes.

The sky goes golden as Brother Richards falls backwards. The pain in my skull intensifies and I let a blood curdling scream escape my throat. The last thing I see is the sun rising before I black out.

The blackness is all consuming as I gratefully let it lap at my body. It's taking me home.

DEREK"S POV:

I hear the scream as the sky is encased in a mesmerizing golden light. The Templars all fall to the ground, just fall. I frown at the sight but my focus is distracted when I hear Emma scream. I quickly sprint up the hill in the direction Emma ran off in and when I leap over the thicket I see a golden ghost of Al Mualim standing over Brother Richards. I look at a figure clad in white on the ground.

"Emma!" I cry out. "Wake up!"

She doesn't move. An agonized cry escapes my lips. "Please!" I howl.

No answer. I pick Emma up—her head resting against my chest like it would if I were carrying her to bed. I sob. I am carrying her to bed. To death. The trek back to the clearing is short but in the back of my mind, I can't stop but think. We won. The Assassins won. I'm on the outskirts of the clearing and reenter, only to see Erik pale as I approach him and Casey.

"Erik what's—No!" Casey screams.

OKAY, WHO HATES ME? LET ME HAVE IT!