Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've had a lot going on, and I've also been lazy, all at the same time. I'm not sure if I did a disclaimer for the last chapter, but I don't own Zelda (Nintendo) or Assassin's Creed (Ubisoft). Also, thank you to Twilirupee for allowing me to use a character of hers. R&R plz.
The Legend of Midna: Twilight Creed
Chapter Two: Memory Sequence 1
"Get up, Mr. Fox," said Mason, abruptly wrenching me from what little sleep I'd been able to get the previous night. The failed synchronisation with the animus had taken its toll on me, but Mason didn't seem to care…fucking prick.
"I guess you want me back in that machine, don't you," I said, my speech slurred. I was still mostly asleep.
"Yes," Mason affirmed. "We've got a lot of work to do and I'd like to get started as soon as possible." He then led me out of his room to where the animus stood. I approached it and laid down on it.
"You know what I think my favorite thing about you is, Mr. Fox?" Mason asked as the animus screen arced over my head.
"What's that, doc?"
"You're cooperative," Mason said. "Now, let's begin, shall we?" I prepared myself for the synchronisation process, and soon, the world around me vanished.
It was good to be free.
I breathed the cool air of the Twilight Realm, relishing every second of it. As the air filled my nostrils, I couldn't believe how accustomed to the stale prison air I had become, nor how badly I had missed the outside air. I felt my lungs expand to their full capacity, ready to explode, and it felt amazing.
Unfortunately, the feeling was not meant to last. As I made my way back to my home in Makevi Village, I passed by a group of men huddled together near a tree. I tried to pay them no mind, and continue on my way home, but something I overheard caught my ear.
"…said he has a plan to revive Zant, yeah?" I could have sworn I heard him say. I knew I should just leave them be and continue on, but resisting Zant was what I had been imprisoned for in the first place. I couldn't let this slide. I slowed my pace, attempting to eavesdrop a bit more, and hopefully find a place I could hide and listen to the rest of their conversation. It was then I spied a large rock formation, which would do nicely. I crouched behind it and listened intently.
"That's right," another of them said.
"How's he plan to do that? I'm positive on the idea, but I don't see how it can be done."
"Why don't you ask him yourself? He's supposed to be here any minute."
At that moment, another figure appeared, but he stood out from the others. While the other men were dressed in run-of-the-mill, every-day clothes, this one was dressed head to toe in black and had a hood covering his head, casting his face in shadow.
He scanned the group momentarily. "I see we're all here," he drawled. His voice struck me in a certain way; it was a beautiful voice, deep and silky, that commanded respect without the need for aggression.
"Master," they all said in unison, dropping to one knee and bowing their heads in reverence.
"Rise," he commanded. They obliged. "Now, we haven't much time." He peered around again. "Unfortunately, we cannot discuss the plan to resurrect His True Majesty as we are not alone." His gaze met my own, his eyes sending blades though me.
"Seize him!" the man in black ordered. "He has already heard too much. We, I, cannot allow him to live." The other men darted toward me, all bearing black knives, probably made of obsidian. I had to escape; if they caught me, and the blades were obsidian as I suspected, they would be able to open enough cuts in me quick enough that I would bleed out in minutes. In that moment, my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and it chose flight.
I stumbled backwards, but successfully regained my balance and footing. I ran as fast as I could away, not caring where I went, as long as it was away from them.
"Don't let him get away!" I heard them shout.
Blood pounded in my ears as I ran. Each footstep sounded like a bomb exploding. Finally, an amazing sight came into my field of vision. I'm not sure how, but I had stumbled upon the Mirror of Twilight. That meant I must be near the palace. I chanced a glance behind, and saw that I was no longer being pursued.
I stopped to catch my breath. I looked around, and as luck would have it, the King of Twilight, Link, and his wife Midna, were making their way out of the palace. As a matter of course, they were surrounded by bodyguards, but I knew I had to try to warn them of the hooded man's plan. It wouldn't be easy to get near them, maybe even impossible, but I had to try. As I ran toward them, I noticed, on the other side of the palace, the hooded man. Again our eyes met, although I don't know how I knew that from such a distance. In horror, I watched him jettison a bolt of magic from his hand in the direction of the monarchs.
"Your Highness!" I shouted, extending my arm to gain the King's attention. I was too late, though. As the words left my mouth, the hooded man's magic bolt made contact with the palace, dislodging a massive piece of black stone. The Twilight Princess screamed as she was nearly crushed.
"Him!" one the bodyguards shouted, pointing at me. "He just tried to assassinate the Twilight Princess. He must be punished!" Clearly my luck hadn't run completely out, as I was now beset by palace guards. Again, I fled; I knew that that was a fight I would not win. I'm not sure why, but something told me to run for the Mirror of Twilight, so I did.
I reached the Mirror, and hurled myself toward it. Behind me, I could hear the guards shouting. "He's getting away!" "After him!" As I entered the Mirror, all the sound around me disappeared. The Twilight Realm melted around me, and suddenly a new scene appeared. When my surroundings solidified, I found myself in a room made of black stone with two large pillars. It looked familiar, yet incredibly foreign. I saw a hallway leading up and out of the room, so I decided to take it. I needed to find out where I was. I traversed the hallway, and when I exited the other end, I discovered that I was in what appeared to be a place of worship. What seemed strange to me, though, is that there was no statue of the goddesses, as there would normally be in a Hylian temple. I looked around for a moment, wondering at the place where I found myself, and then became acutely aware of the fact that I was not alone.
"Demonio!" screamed a woman who pointed at me. Several things I noticed about this woman: her skin was slightly darker than the average Hyrulean, she lacked the distinctive pointed ears of a Hylian, and she spoke in a language I could not understand. However, the other people in the building seemed to, as they all turned to look. Then mass hysteria broke out. Once again, I was forced to flee.
As I sprinted through the narrow streets of this beautiful city, I couldn't help but wonder what she had called me, and why they all seemed so afraid. Then it occurred to me; I have blue skin, pointed ears, and green hair. I darted into an alley to avoid my pursuers, but at every turn it seemed there were more to meet me. I ran and ran through the city, making sharp turns, trying at every chance to break my pursuers' line of sight. As I crossed a bridge to an island in the middle of a river, I saw an enormous building. I sprinted towards it and threw myself at the door. It was unlocked, so I went inside and quickly shut the door behind me before they caught sight of me again.
Shaken and out of breath, but alive, I scanned my surroundings. I appeared to be in either a very lavish home or a public house for some organization. There were tables and chairs in the room I found myself in, and banners that hung on either side of the door frames bearing what appeared to be a capital letter A, but without the bar inside. Just as I was studying the symbol on the banners, two men entered the room from that doorway. One had short, dark hair and wore a dark blue coat over a red doublet, a wide belt cinching the waist. The other wore white robes and cape that covered the left shoulder, falling to about waist length. His robes also sported a hood, although at the time his head was uncovered. Armor covered his shoulders, forearms, midsection, and shins, as well. The one in the red doublet was the first to see me.
"Chi siete?" he said. "Cosa fate qui?" I didn't have any idea what he said, so I didn't answer.
"Parlate italiano?" he asked this time. Still not able to understand, I gave no response.
"Parlez-vous français? Sprechen Sie Deutsch, vielleicht? Do you speak English, perhaps?" The others, no, but the last one, I understood somehow.
"English…" I said hesitantly. "What is English?"
"It's what you're speaking," he answered. "It's the language they speak in England, and during the Third Crusade, was the official language of the Holy Land."
"I don't understand," I said. "Who are you, and where am I?"
"Yes, I thought you might be wondering that, given your clearly foreign appearance. My name is Niccolò Machiavelli, and this is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Right now we are in the Assassin's hideout on la Isola Tiberina, in the great city of Roma."
"I still do not understand," I said, ready to flee again if need be. "I thought the Mirror was supposed to take me to Hyrule."
"I believe the Mirror works slightly differently than you've been lead to believe," said the one called Machiavelli. "You see, rather than being a conduit between the Twilight Realm and Hyrule, the Mirror will take you to where you need to be most."
"Niccolò, di cosa parlate?" Ezio whispered. "Questo è un certo tipo di demonio!"
"This is no demon, Ezio," Machiavelli said, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "No, this is simply a very misunderstood man. He comes from a world other than our own, but connected to it. He is called a Twili." He paused for a moment. "What is your name, signore?"
"Llwynog," I said. I wasn't sure why I trusted Machiavelli, but I did. "How do you know of the Twilight Realm?"
"I have been there," he said, casually. "I've also been to Hyrule and Termina. However, the portals I used have since been destroyed. I must know, then, where did you enter into this world?"
"I don't know," I said. "It appeared to be a place of worship. Outside was a very large public square, and an obelisk."
Machiavelli looked at Ezio with excitement. "You know what this means, Ezio?"
"La Basilica di San Pietro," he said. "The vault of Minerva."
"Exactly." Machiavelli then turned to me. "Why did you leave the Twilight Realm? What were you looking for?"
"I needed help," I said. "The King of Twilight and the Twilight Princess were almost assassinated by someone who intends to resurrect the Usurper King."
"Oh dear," Machiavelli muttered. "This is not good. If he believes he can resurrect Zant, he must hold one of the Pieces of Eden. What did this man look like?"
"I did not see his face," I confessed. "All I know is that he was dressed all in black and that he wore a hood."
"I believe I know who this man is," Machiavelli said. "Unless I am mistaken, this man is called Dredloc. If I am correct, he is very dangerous indeed."
"How can he be stopped?" I asked.
"I am not sure," Machiavelli said, "but we must try. We have work to do."
"What is your plan, Niccolò?" Ezio asked. "Is it what I think it is?"
"I believe so," Machaivelli answered. "Shweenog, come with us. Ezio, you know what to do."
"Sì," Ezio said. "Shweenog, if you are to stop this man from resurrecting the Usurper King, it is time you learned our ways. It is time for you to become an Assassin."
The Tiber Island hideout, Ezio, Machiavelli, and everything else around me started to blur, and eventually fade from my vision. After a moment, my vision returned, and I watched as the animus screen receded into the machine.
"Alright, Mr. Fox," said Dr. Mason. "I think that's enough for today. See you tomorrow."
A/N: The reason for the spelling change in my name is because that's as close as the Ezio and Machiavelli can get to pronouncing it right.