Salutations to you all. So I've been reading fanfics again lately and I've had a burning desire to do a Assassin's Creed fic. Of course being the romantic I am I'm going to do a Romance fic, and I will probably have to play through the can sequence by sequence as I write this because I honestly don't remember much because Edward has somehow managed to take a portion of my heart, and much to some peoples disagreement I think Assassins Creed III is and was the best game, I just enjoy playing Connor and the way he is so ominous.

PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING

Any who, this will be another one of those thrown into the game kind of story so if you don't like those kind of stories then I suggest you go now, and if you do chose to read it, I will not tolerate flamethrowers. If I want to write a story, then so be it, but if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all. Also this character will be loosely based off of me and trust me when I say that I will try my very best to not make her a Mary Sue, because I am nowhere near being perfect.

Now without further or do here is

All Too Well

Prologue: Just An Average Day

It's so cold. That was the only thought that ran through my mind as I walked home from school. Sure to other people this weather might be considered war, but to a California native such as myself anything below 65 is considered cold.

"Jesus, why did I think it was a good idea to wear a freaking cardigan today instead of my parka?" I muttered to myself as I clasped my hands together and brought them to my face blowing into them then shoved them into my cardigan pocket, seeking refuge for them there and let out a small sigh as my phone vibrated in my pocket and took out my phone checking to see that it was only a message from my mom.

Mom:

Hey hun, I left a note for you at home in the kitchen, sorry I couldn't be home to tell you myself. Love you.

Message received at 2:01 PM

I let out another sigh as I put my ear buds into my ears and put random shuffle a ghost of a smile appearing on my lips as the Assassin's Creed III main theme came on and I turned up the volume. On the outside I may be a total girl, from the make-up down to what I considered stylish clothes, but on the inside I was a total nerd who obsessed over games, books, and movies. My friends, what few I had, might consider me weird, but for me, a girl with no social life, I considered it normal. My name is Marilyn Banderas, as you can probably tell by my last name I am Hispanic, well Mexican to be exact, and about 1% Native American, which may not be much, but I am proud to say I have that blood within myself, and though my skin may not be as tan as the average Mexican, my skin is not as fair as a Caucasian, I would say that it was in between, like Vanessa Hudgens skin or maybe a bit lighter. My hair and eyes are probably the same color, and take a dark brown almost black color, like my dad, aside from the fact that the ends of my hair are bleached and are in the ombre style, but other than that, not much stood out about me. I'm about 5'4" and weigh roughly about 145 pounds, so needless to say that I'm not the fittest person you'll ever meet.

I am just a sort-of normal seventeen year old in my Junior year of High School and live with only my mom since my dad passed away some few years ago during summer vacation. My dad and I were close and almost inseparable, seeing as I did get all of my love for gaming from him and also seeing as I was his only child, his only daughter at that, but those are memories that I don't want to look back on now, right now I just want to get home, turn on the heater and play my video games in peace.

"Please let there be warmth." I mumbled to myself as I walked up the steps of my house, a small and average two story which had two bedrooms, three if you counted the really small one, and two bathrooms.

I fumbled with my bag as I searched for my house key in the mess of my notebooks and papers I shoved into it, smiling to myself as I finally pulled it out and quickly opened the door, practically barging into the foyer of the house and threw my bag and folder into the corner of the room, and locked the door behind me and ran over to the thermostat, turning up the heat in the house and walked into the kitchen, noticing the not my mom was talking about laying on the kitchen counter, her handwriting neatly scribbled across the paper with some money laying on top of it.

Dear Mar,

I'm sorry I couldn't be home to tell you this but I have an important business meeting to attend and won't be home until Monday night. Seeing as you are almost 18 I can trust that you'll be responsible and can handle yourself for a few days and I did leave some money for you. 40 dollars to be exact and I hope you spend that money wisely. See you in a few days.

Love, Mom.

I crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash, placing the money in a cookie jar smiling.

Yes! A whole weekend and Monday to myself. Guess what I'm going to be doing this weekend? I thought to myself as I ran into through the dining room and into the living room, hoping onto the couch my handy dandy wand in hand, well I call it a wand because it MAGIC, but you guys probably just call it a control. I turned on the TV then pushed the PS button on the center of my wand an smiled as my home screen came into view which was Black Flag themed. Sure Black Flag was out and I did pre-order mine and played through half of it, but in my heart, Assassin's Creed III will always be my favorite because it wasd the only game that I played though fully. Twice. Yeah I owned Assassin's Creed and all of the Assassin's Creed Ezio trilology and played through the majority of the games, but I never really completed them, which I probably should. I merely shrugged my shoulders and clicked on the Assassin's Creed III logo and loaded my game, resuming where I last left off which was the end of Sequence 5 when Connor is about to receive his Assassin outfit finally, but let out a groan after realizing after that I have to be Desmond.

"I really dislike playing Desmond. Why'd they have to make us play him right after we worked so hard to receive our Assassins robe?" I groaned as I threw a pillow at my PlayStation, immediately regretting it as soon as I did because at that precise moment a bright white light flashed making me blind to anything and I let out a small squeal before everything around me turned black and I was pulled into the darkness, having no clue whatsoever as to what is happening or why.

(N/A: I was considering on just leaving it here, but thought, what the heck? Might as well just go on!)

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Why is it so bright? Did I fall asleep while playing the game? If I did then why is it so bright? It should not be this bright inside my house... Or this warm. What the heck happened?

I lifted my hand to cover my face as I pried my eyes open slowly, my vision at first blurry but became more clear as I removed my hand and sat up slowly, feeling the blades of grass beneath my fingertips and the sound of the birds chirping the distance.

"Where am I?" I grumbled to myself as I looked around at the green scenery around me, my eyes widening as my clouded mind tried to process where I was. "What the heck happened? And why does my head hurt so much?"

I slowly stood up and brushed the dirt off of my jeans and cardigan as I began to slowly walk , not really knowing where I was going but figured I was probably going to run into someone, or a house, or something eventually.

I kept walking until I was eventually on what I suppose was a road, seeing as it wasn't made out of asphalt like a road should be, but I trudged along it my eyes scrutinizing everything as I searched for a house, but y steps faltered when I heard a drum playing in the distant.

"Drums..? Who would play drums walking nowadays?" I mumbled to myself as I slowly kept walking toward the drum but nearly pissed myself when I see a group of men in red coats walking down the so-called road armed to the teeth with guns and swords?

Am I in the middle of some big freak reenactment thing or am I flipping insane? I thought to myself as the men in the red coats quickly approached me, eyeing me suspiciously.

"State your business." I froze as I stared up into the burly red coats eyes, my eyes widening as I looked to the other men in red coats behind him, most likely looking like a dear in head lights.

"Uh… um… I-I don't know where I am… sir." I stumbled as I spoke, my eyes looking around frantically as the man eyes me, scrutinizing my appearance as I stood still, too afraid to move in fear that he might pull out his sword or gun out at me. "D-do you know where I am by any chance?"

At this the red coat looks back at the others and snickers as he spoke to them. "Would yer look at this men. A little lost savage. Do you believe a word of what she is saying men?" The men all smirked and shook their heads.

"No sir, I don't believe a word she is sayin'. I mean look at her, what are you wearin' gurl?"

"I'm not a savage."I say slightly offended by that term.

"Then what're you gurl?" The man in front of me says as he eyes me, taking a step towards me. "'Cause you sure look like one. Or are yah a mutt?"

"I-I'm of Spanish blood..." I said meekly as I looked up at the burly redcoat. Sure it was kind of a lie, I mean I can't exactly say I'm Mexican because I'm not entirely sure if they even knew Mexicans at this point in time, and I hope that I could pass off as a Spaniard.

"See, as much as I would like to believe that, I think yer lyin'." The man said as he took another step, his face mere inches from mine and I flinched when he spat slightly as he spoke.

"P-Please… I speak the truth…" I tense up as I see his hand rise, ready to strike me and I shut my eyes close, ready for the impact of his hand to go across my face but it never comes. Instead I hear the clashing of metal and a gun shot. I slowly peek an eye open only to have my jaw drop at the sight in front of me.

All of the men who were standing behind the redcoat who was standing in front of me, all lay dead in the floor, including the one who was all up in my person space. All of those bodies lay around the only figure that stood and that figure happened to be wearing a white and blue robe with his back facing me as he slowly stood from a squat, slowly turning his head towards me. I just about pissed myself. Again. From seeing who it was in those white robes. It was none other than Ratonhnhake:ton. Otherwise known as Connor Kenway. Assassin of the American Revolution.

Pinch me. I must be dreaming.

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Well there you go! That is the end of chapter one, well the prologue. Hope you enjoyed it and please review and give me your opinions on if I should continue this story or just scrap it!

Oh, and I do not own Assassin's Creed. Sadly Ubisoft does.

Best Regards,

Lilian.