Salutations all once again, NoOne here with another chapter. Sorry about the extended wait time, but I have been busy with work and summer college classes, but I finished it. We are back to Hiccup's perspective once again, exploring his unfamiliar world in any assassins creed fans wondering about canon, this is set about 15 years after the first game. I have added a new crusade and templar power for plot purposes for whom it may concern. With that cleared up, let us continue. See you at the end.

Whoever says that revenge isn't worth it has obviously never gotten it, Hiccup felt great. Better than he had in the past two years in fact. His bloodlust was finally satisfied and he walked around the Masyaf temple with his head held high instead of the sulking figure commonly found before. There was just one problem, he was bored.

Yeah flying toothless, training and celebrating with his brethren was entertaining and all, but he had no purpose. The past seven years of his life had been occupied with watching, planning, and executing the deaths of those who had wronged him, going to lands the living would never know existed.

During his travels he had seen atrocities that even now haunt his every waking moment and wonders of nature that only the gods themselves could have thought 'd even met some gods before, so most would think that Hiccup had done enough for a lifetime, but no. So he had been looking for anything to do for some time now. It was made even worse by the fact that everyone else was constantly going out for some mission or another, so it was understandable that he was a bit anxious. Then, he was called in to talk to Altair.

Very few in the order were closer to the master assassin than Hiccup, excluding his family. Altair was the one who brought Hiccup in in the first place and had offered to train him, but even he became anxious when personally summoned to Altair's personal chambers. Very few received assignments directly from him anymore and, if they did, their assignments were of vital importance and extremely dangerous, ones you could not fail.

The hallways leading to the library were bustling with people, scurrying about with an air of urgency that had not been shown in years, and definitely hadn't been shown since Hiccup's arrival. All of the assassins, scouts, and messengers moved with a purpose, never exchanging a word beside the occasional hasty greeting towards Hiccup. The silence of bustling feet did nothing to calm his nerves.

Hiccup paused briefly when he arrived at the massive doors that arrived at the well of the entirety of the knowledge of the assassin order. For as long as he had been there, this room had been a place of a sort of reverence for the young assassin, a temple where the only gods were the books that resided within. The few times he had been allowed into the massive chamber, not a sound had been heard, a silence so thick that his heartbeat echoed off of the walls, so imagine his surprise when he pulled open the doors to urgent orders and angry shouts.

Assassins of all rankings ran about, carrying armfuls of books and scrolls older than time itself, yellowed with age. A second after he opened the door, four novices practically trampled him on their way out, carrying a stack of books each taller than they were. The library was packed with people taking books off of the selves by the boatloads, at the head of it all stood the master himself, standing on a balcony overlooking the proceedings, silently conversing with the sort of council he had built up over the years.

Hiccup quickly made his way over to the ladder leading to the landing where Altair stood, dodging and weaving his way through the crowd. He scaled the ladder quickly and silently waited at the top for his mentor's attention, not wanting to interrupt or eavesdrop on the conversation. It took a few minutes of patient waiting before the man finally acknowledged his presence by ordering the other elder elsewhere on their own personal assignments.

Even after the others left, Hiccup waited to speak, preferring to let the older man go first. Altair took his time, heaving a huge sigh speaking volumes of his weariness. Even though he was going on in years, Altair was an impressive figure that could still outdo most of the other assassins, but now, you could see the years of leadership and hardship wearing down on him. Hiccup would almost say the man looked fragile, though never out loud. He'd never live to see the end of the day.

Altair spoke abruptly, a hint of despair tinting his voice. "The templars are growing in power you know, faster than we are." This surprised and worried Hiccup in Equal amounts."

"I was told by the other elders that we were winning the war against them," Hiccup countered.

Altair sighed once again. "In time I have surrounded myself with self-righteous fools. They believe everything they have told you refusing the facts I have laid before them. They have grown evident in the years of peace." Hiccup felt that it would not be wise to point out that the rest of the temple already believed this and held his peace, gesturing for Altair to continue. "You have seen their influence during your last venture to Italia, a influence that we now believe to cover the majority of Europa, penetrating even the courts of Richard in England." Hiccup's eyes grew exponentially at this. Altair observed this and continued. "They have planned another crusade, pulled all the able bodied men they could and have decided to march one last time into our territory to try to gain control in this area as well. They arrive in two days."

Silence stretched for a second, the implications of this proclamation settling into Hiccup's tactical mind. After a moment, he spoke. "You don't think that the temple will survive the assault do you, that's why you are emptying the library." Altair grimaced and sighed.

"The army that marches towards us is too large and our new recruits are too inexperienced to help take on an entire army. We will hold for as long as possible, but we will have to fall back. The Apple has foretold it. Many lives will be lost and so will the temple but, if we fight, we will give the ones sent ahead to save almost the entirety of the library."

The news shocks Hiccup, almost to the point of mental collapse. He takes a second to run over the information a second time to absorb it all before speaking again. "Where do you want Toothless and I."

"You will not be here when the army arrives."

This leaves Hiccup genuinely confused. "Why not master. Toothless and I can do insurmountable damage."

"If you stay you will die, I have seen it. This is not up for debate Hiccup, I'm too much of a sentimental old bastard to allow that. You will follow my orders. I want you to ride ahead to the assassin base in Egypt to tell them of our arrival so they may be prepared."

Hiccup might have argued if not for the horn sounding in the distance, the army had been sighted. Altair cursed silently "We were supposed to have more time. Go my friend, I will see you in due time. Go to Egypt and await further orders." Hiccup nodded and ran off to find toothless.

AVAVAVAVAVA

The army marched on the horizen, spreading from side to side like an impossible wall. Hiccup hovered above the tallest tower of the temple, observing the apparent doom of his home from afar. He turned Toothless and began to fly off into the distance. They had made it about half a day before the pair remembered that they hated following orders and proceeded to turn back towards Masyaf.

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