Prologue

2130 AD - The ARK

The glow of planet Earth filled the small, sterile room. Abigail "Abby" Griffin, the most impressive of the Second Generation, stood nervously in front of the closed door. Scolding herself for such a feeling, Abby felt that at 31, she was too old to be standing there in the first place. She had no reason to be. Her relationship with the only other occupant hadn't been deep by any means, though not for lack of trying on her part. It had been explained to her at a young age that some people couldn't connect with others, either at birth or because of trauma.

Her mother was one of the latter.

Abby wasn't sure what she wanted from her mother. But this news… She and Jake had married nearly ten years ago and were so busy with their work that nothing had ever really come after. Now, she was having an after. More.

Abby startled as her mother moved, one of her hands coming up to clutch and hold a pendant on her neck that Abby had never once seen her mother remove. She had asked about it once and never again. Her mother's eyes were enough to have Abby understand that nothing about her mother's life before the ARK was open for discussion.

Her mother wasn't religious - had in fact spat in the face of one of the priests that had tried to preach to her. So it had always confused Abby why her mother wore a cross. All four legs were even to each other and the entirety was a dark red color that reminded Abby, now, uncomfortably of blood. She'd seen enough since she began training as a doctor and even more when she became Head of Health.

"What will you name her?" Her mother whispered.

"Clarke," Abby responded just as quietly. It was her mother's middle name, given to her by her father after his father. Supposedly, the next generation would be the one to see Earth again, as the 100 year wait would finally be over. It seemed hopeful to Abby to give her daughter a name of one of the last people to see Earth but that was Jake. He was always one for optimism.

"It's a strong name," the aged woman whispers. "She will need to be strong."

Abby could barely nod before her mother turned around, a clear blue eye and her golden left eye surrounded by scar tissue piercing Abby with a look she knew all too well. It was searching, looking for something that Abby was sure she didn't have. It had been a look that Abby had put up with since she was five. But whatever her mother was looking for, Abby didn't have it. She never did.

"Life is chaotic and unruly," her mother began. "People even more so. I have told you this before and I will tell you again, now: human beings are selfish and cruel. They sabotage each other and themselves for the illusion of power.

"Our family has never done this," Abby's mother told her. "We have always been the ones behind the power, the guides of civilization. But it has come with a terrible cost that questions morality."

"I'm a doctor," Abby reminded her. "There's not much moral grey area there. And I will teach my daughter to do the right thing. To be the good guy."

Alayna Clarke Summerfield gave a harsh, choking laugh.

"There are no 'good guys'," she said mockingly. "There are only those who believe that free will is enough to make the world better and then there are those that will do whatever it takes to complete their goals in spite of concepts of legality and morality.

"Even at the cost of their souls."

2147 - Mt Weather

She saw the tears before they fell. Saw the blood on her daughter's hands as she, Bellamy Blake, and Monty Green entered the lab. Felt the relief and pain in every tense muscle as her daughter hugged her as hard as she could, Abby returning the gesture. Desperate for reassurance, she took Clarke's face in her palms only to find broken blue eyes.

"I tried," Clarke told her in a harsh broken sentence, renewed tears falling down her cheeks. "I tried to be the good guy."

It was that moment, Abby's mind went back to the last time she had seen her mother alive. Clarke shared a birthday with the anniversary of her mother's death; it's why she named her daughter Clarke Alayna.

Standing in front of blue eyes, Abby felt like she was being stared at by her mother again. Eyes searching for something in Abby she wasn't sure she could give. But Abby could only try to ease her daughter's pain using the same advice her mother passed down to her. Advice she hadn't gotten until now. Still hadn't gotten… not completely.

"Maybe," Abby started, taking a breath, "maybe there are no good guys."

Author's Note:

It has been a while since I've worked on anything The 100 and for that, I apologize. 'Legend of Wanheda' has taken some time - I haven't abandoned it - but this story has been in the works for about four years. Now, there are no chapters written and I doubt I'll put any out soon but I needed this prologue out before insecurity hit.

Assassin's Creed is the most slept on FF crossover idea - ever. People usually focus on the Assassin aspect of the games - and that's fine! I love the hoods and Hidden Blades but it isn't just those things. The Animus, the Isu, the Order of the Ancients, the very philosophy of free will vs control - all of it can be used separate from each other or in different ways from what it's being used as now. I love the games. One of the best franchises ever. But other authors seem to stick with this stigma of none or all when it comes to writing this type of crossover.

I read an Assassin's Creed crossover with Percy Jackson called 'Transcendence'. In the beginning, it was decent. No hate, honestly. But it lost sight of what both sources were. The Assassins were nothing more than a training montage, the Templars a proverbial ghost enemy, and the Isu and the Animus weren't given a mention as far as I remember.

And God was real? Don't start commenting that I'm just a fucking non-believer because I'm Christian through and through. But in both sources, God played no part in either of the lores or story. PJO: God was a metaphysical subject I likened to Khaos in my mind as a mysterious and silent Creator just as He is now. Assassin's Creed: God didn't have a place beyond Altair's own religion. Polythiestic religions were just an imprint of the Isu. It had nothing to do with God.Percy's soul was sent back in time by the Fates after Kronos did some shit and he wakes up as the OC brother of Altair. Afterwards, he keeps being denied Heaven because God needs him to keep doing shit on Earth. By the time we read Percy's third life as a girl with a mommy kink who despises God with her lesbian lover Zoe Nightshade, I have no idea what the hell happened. I'm sorry, I don't.

Again, no hate. Some people dig the philosophical moral ambiguities of multiple personality disorder and the effect it has on the mind. Should it belong in a Percy Jackson fanific about Assassins, Templars, and a dead race that were revered as gods? I can't say.

All I can say, is that after ten minutes reading about Isu artifacts, I found one that could rewind fucking time and had no name. The half-assed PJO/AC crossover I created in ten goddamn minutes would have Abstergo discovering Percy's weird ass DNA and abducting him for further tests. Percy doesn't like that, so he goes on a rampage in a secure facility only to discover the very unstable artifact and get sent through time over and over again. How would I explain the gods? Simple: an Isu named Khaos would create them at the end of his life in order to preserve his DNA and memory in his lineage.

It would work! The hell do you think Sages are!

*Deep Breath*

So, I'm sorry about the rant. I didn't mean to do that. I'd erase everything if I wasn't too fucking lazy.

Anyway, yes, this is a 100/AC crossover. Originally inspired by 'Nothing is True (Save for the Blood We've Shed)' by Historical Hijinks, it's taken a life of its own. If you guys want, I can let out the names of the ancestors Clarke will be living, along with what year they take place and their nickname. I'll post a poll or something.

Thanks for listening to my rant.

-Scribble.