Well folks, here it is, the end. I hope you've enjoyed it; I have. Be sure to check out TwiliRupee's story "LoZ: Twilight's Retun", as she allowed me to write this as a prequel. Also, I'd like to thank her again for allowing me to do that and to use Dredloc in this story.

The Legend of Midna: Twilight Creed

Chapter Ten: Memory Sequence 9

"Good morning, Mr. Fox," said Mason in that oh-so condescending way of his. "We've got –"

"Work to do," I interrupted. "I know." I acted like I was tired of his shit, which I was, but I was also just as eager to get into the animus as he was for me to. I couldn't let him know that, though. No way was I going to let that prick think I wanted to do him any favors.

"Let's get to it, then," he said.

"So, I realize that we all already know this," said La Volpe, "but we have a problem. We have eliminated all the conspirators, and none of them could tell us where Dredloc will be, so we have no way to find him."

"We will think of something," said Ezio. "Do not give up hope. There is always a way."

"Ezio's right," I said. "With all his lackeys dead, Dredloc will have no choice but to come out into the open if he still wants to execute his plan."

"I think you'll be please with what just arrived, then," said Link from behind us. He brandished a small bit of parchment as he came through the passage from the palace to the hideout. "We've found out where Dredloc will be."

"Is that so?" asked Machiavelli.

"It is," Link affirmed. "This arrived a few moments ago. I read it, and it turns out this is actually from Dredloc. It says, 'Well done eliminating my cohorts. However, I think you'll find that it makes no difference. I will return the True King of Twilight to his rightful throne, and there is nothing you can do to stop this from happening. Still, I applaud your tenacity in this struggle, and I know how desperately you wish to see me dead, so I will humor you with a final battle. At the fall of dark twilight you will find me in the central square. Do not be afraid, for although you will come to die, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you slip into the void with as little pain as possible. – Dredloc'."

"He certainly seems confident," Ezio remarked.

"Well," I said, "it would appear that we must face him. At least we know where to find him."

"Yes," Ezio said, "but I am not sure how much use I will be in the fight. My leg has still not healed."

"Well, listen," I said, "if it gets to the point where we're overwhelmed, you all need to just go through the mirror and return to Italia. There's no sense in abandoning the rest of your world for this one. We can always destroy the mirror, and that will prevent Zant and Dredloc from leaving this world."

"We would never -"

"Llwynog is right," said Machiavelli. "He speaks with wisdom beyond his years. If Dredloc turns out to be too overwhelming, confining the Usurper King to this world will be better than nothing."

"As unfortunate as it," said Link, "I have to agree. I can always defeat Zant again if I have to, and I have the Sword of Kings down in the vaults if I have to use it again."

"Then it is settled," said Ezio. "We will meet Dredloc on his terms. We must be ready for anything."

Dark twilight came, and our group of Assassins stepped out into the central square. The air was still and cold and we were alone. Not a sound could be heard. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that Dredloc may have been bluffing, but soon after we arrived a shadow appeared. It coalesced, and there before us stood the villain. He was covered in a black outfit, likely made from woven shadow. His eyes were cold and filled with hate.

"So," he drawled in that deep, velvety voice of his, "you came."

"Yes," said Ezio. "We came, and we will see you defeated."

"Oh, I highly doubt that," said Dredloc. His eyes narrowed into a hateful glare. "You see, I know what you suspected about me, and you were correct." He held up a glowing orb. "You suspected that there was an Apple in the Twilight Realm, and that I may have been in possession of it. Well, you can surely see with your own eyes. Everything you suspected was correct."

"It will make no difference," I said. "Not if we have anything to say about it, at least."

"Well," said Dredloc, "I suppose we will see, won't we? But four against one hardly seems fair. Maybe we should even the odds a bit." He held up the orb, which I now knew to be an Apple of Eden, and before my eyes, and to my horror, I saw Dredloc split into four identical Dredlocs.

"Now, four on four," he drawled. "That does seem a bit more even, I think."

Each Dredloc drew a long, curved black blade. The Assassins drew our blades as well. The time had come for the fight.

All four Dredlocs rushed us at once. We were prepared, and were able to counter their attacks, but it was not easy. Dredloc was fast, which meant his doubles were as well. He was also incredibly skilled with a blade. The rush of the battle was disorienting. Fists and blades were flying, and it was hard to tell one person from another, or really see what was happening.

"We must fall back!" I heard Machiavelli shout over the din of battle. "We cannot keep on."

"Go!" I shouted back. I fought even more furiously, trying to distract Dredloc from the fleeing Italians. It was then I saw an opening. One of the Dredlocs had noticed the other Assassins, and in his moment of hesitation I swung my obsidian sword and caught him just above the left elbow. His arm from there down was severed. A spray of blue blood erupted from the wound. I turned to face another Dredloc, but it was then I felt a hand on my left shoulder. I turned my head in an instinctive reaction, but it was too late. The other hand was already in motion, and I had no time to stop the obsidian dagger from stabbing into my chest. I felt the tip of the black blade pierce my heart.

My vision went black for a split second, and it returned to me just in time to see myself being jettisoned from the animus onto the laboratory floor. I waited for a moment, breathing rapidly, trying to recover from the shock of having just been stabbed in the heart, and as I lay on the floor panting, I saw Caroline Hawking removing a hidden blade from just under Dr. Mason's left shoulder blade. I knew that he was dead before he hit the floor.

"Come on," she said hurriedly. "We've got to get you out of here."

"What -"

"There's no time," she said. "Mason was a Templar, just like the rest of Abstergo. I killed him, but more will be on their way. All that matters now is that you're alive. Now come on, we've got to hurry."

From there on it gets hazy. I can't remember much of the escape, just that Caroline and I rushed through the building until we found Ramayan waiting with a van. I was lying down in the back seat, still trying to recover from dying in the animus, so I didn't see much of the trip. I don't know when I'll have computer access again, and I don't know where we'll go from here. Hell, I don't even know if we'll make it out of here alive. There's only one thing now that I do know for certain, and that's that nothing is true, everything is permitted.

I am an Assassin.