Tuesday, 25 December 2018

11:30 PM – Brisbane GMT+10 AEST

A Naruto and Assassin's Creed Universe Crossover

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my private belongings. Not even my life belongs to me, I just borrowed it. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto & Assassin's Creed Series belongs to Ubisoft.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

Genres: Action, Adventure, Romance, Historical Fiction

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Sexual Content, SOME CHARACTERS WILL BE OOC

Tags: Whatever applies here, applies here.

Universe: Animeverse/Mangaverse/Gameverse

Series: The Chronicles of the Eternal Sage - Naruto Uzumaki

"Jutsus/Time change/Place change"

"Gods/Goddesses/Heavenly Beings/Demons or Dragons Talking"

"Gods/Goddesses/Heavenly Beings/Demons or Dragons Thinking"

'Flashback'

"Talking"

"Thinking/Telepathy speaking/News/Messages/Videos/Different Languages"

"I made you into my image."

- ?

Volume 1 - Beginnings

Chapter 1 - Line of Leonidas

The sun rose over the mountains. Giving light to the world, bringing breaking day from night. In its quiet light, the birds sang their song as they flew in the sky, and the trees danced with the wind. It was peaceful, and he sat atop a hill as he basked in the morning light, he sat quietly, with closed eyes as the world around him faded.

Blue eyes opened, their gaze landed directly towards the sun, yet the man did not flinch. He was deep into his thoughts, and cared not at what he stared at, but then, his thoughts concerned the sun, but he turned his gaze away from the sun a minute later and glanced towards his back. In which he saw a city stood.

It was beautiful, with towers like thin glass reflecting the light, vast field of farmlands, buildings made of marble, of steel, of glass. It was beautiful. Vast, ordered, and beautiful.

High walls surrounded the city and went on towards the horizon in which it can no longer be seen, its battlements and towers were adorned with flags, with banners, and pennants, and they danced too with the wind.

The flags depicted a coat of arms, in which depicted many elements in its heraldry, yet at the center of the shield, three symbols overlapped each other, on the background was a red cross, above it was symbol derived from the bottom of an eagle's skull, and at the center was a whirlpool, but above the shield, where the crest is, a classic Greek helmet with red and black crest acted as the crest of the arms.

His thoughts wandered on the flag, then, the man gave the city one last look with a blank look, before he vanished.

"If not for their meddling, it would not have happened all those years ago, and the repeat would surely not happen… now then, it's about time… heh, time, broken, but not beyond repair, He would be compelled to come here and stop watching from that Crystal Tower of His, to do what He needs to do if I do a good job, but truly, in this world, nothing is true…"

-Delphi, Phokis: 480 B.C.-

It was a peaceful night, most of the citizens are asleep, with fires from braziers burning to illuminate the dark roads, and at the center of it all lies the centerpiece of the city-state; its columns simple, but strong. The temple stood at the center of the city, upon the slopes of Parnassos, and is the home of the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi.

"All of this talk of the Pythia," a voice of a hardened yet weary man broke the silence in the temple, "The Pythia!" he exclaimed, "I do not care what she says," he continued, but before else, a man's shout interrupted him.

"Enough!"

Inside the temple gathered men and women dressed in black robes and faces covered with horrifying white masks with red paintings, and among them, a woman dresses in white and expensive jewelry - the Pythia.

"We have grown tired of your insolent tongue!" The man exclaimed once more, "Sparta will not go to war, the Pythia has spoken!" Ended the man, leaving no argument, but, the Spartan remained steadfast.

"The Pythia says what you tell her to say!" The Spartan countered, "She's been your puppet for far too long, the time has come to cut her strings!" He ended.

"Oh Leonidas," another masked man spoke in disapproval, "The days of heroes are over. You think your blood makes you special? If we opened your veins and spilled it to ground and disappear through the cracks. You are no one," the man threatened, and the Spartan King did not take kindly and he lifted up his spear towards them.

"No one, am I? Step down and face me; you are more than welcome to find out," he said, but a woman - the Pythia, touched the end of his spear and pushed it down slowly as she crouched towards him.

"Xerxes will unite us, Son of the Lion," she said, and the Spartan narrowed his eyes as he turned his back towards them, "Why do you resist certainty? He will bring Order to Chaos."

One of the masked men spoke, "Defy the Pythia, and everything you love, everything you stand for, will perish."

Leonidas stared at them for all time, and with a hardened face, he swung on his heel, towards the doors, then his voice thundered.

"Prepare the men!" A polemarch with his horizontally crested bronze Korinthian helm bowed as the king strode forward.

"If Xerxes wants Sparta, he will have to go through me."

"Really? Are you sure you want to do this?" Leonidas remained silent as he watched over Sparta from the Temple.

"What choice do I have? Kneel before that Persian?" He spat on the floor as the moon gave its light to the world, "I'd rather fight and die than kneel to that puppet."

"Well, it is a choice," said the man beside him, "And if that is your choice, then I should say my farewell to you, Leonidas."

"To you as well, Naruto, and please, take care of my family, of Gorgo… of Myrrine and Pleistarchus…"

-Years Later: 431 B.C.-

When I was young, I had a secret. And for the first seven summers of my life, I carried it inside me. A flame, ever burning, deep inside me, no one could see it, but I can feel it, I know it was there.

Whenever I gaze upon my father and mother, I could feel it burning stronger, brighter, and when I gaze down my little brother, I can sense it - the warmth inside me, growing stronger.

Love.

My mother Myrrine said when I described it to her. Love, it was love that I feel, but not what Spartans know, and it was not the Spartan way.

So she told me, and I know, as Spartans must only love the land, the state, and the Gods, thus, she told me not to reveal my secret to anyone, but I told one… he had a bright smile on his face, as bright a thousand suns, and I have not seen him for a long time, ever since that night.

I thought to myself, that maybe, all of us carried that flame within, but afraid to act on it, then, that night came.

It was a winter's night, the storm howled over Sparta, and it was at that winter's night, my life changed, everything changed, and Sparta changed, forever.

From the fields and forests of Sparta, across the seas, to the poor lands of Kephallonia, here I am, an outcast for 20 years now, and in this sleepy island, I made a living for being a mercenary.

My name is Kassandra, daughter of Nikolaos and Myrrine, granddaughter of the great Spartan king Leonidas, and this is the beginning of my story.

A/N: Here I am with a new story, please favorite, follow, and review, thank you very much, and Merry Christmas.