Assassins Creed Awakening

Teaser

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Ylisstol

In the dead of night, a group of shady people is creeping up to the gates of the castle of the capital. They are armed and clad from light to no armor. Most of them are armed with swords and axes. Six of them wore skintight clothing held leather-bound tomes. Following them are five men on horseback. Four of them are armored while the fifth one wore the same attire as the mages.

Man's robes left his chest exposed and from his shoulders hung a split cloak. Around his neck is a necklace. His hair is slicked back in tufts and a goatee is streaked with white. He wore a golden headpiece that framed his face.

He dismounted, and a soldier came and took his horse away. His blood-red eyes stared maliciously at the castle, followed by a smile. Tonight, the exalt will die and these fools won't know what hit them. As he mentally praised his near success, an orange-haired thief approached him.

"Your lordship," He spoke up.

"Are you certain this is the right time to strike?"

"Yes," He nodded. "At this time, the guards will be resting. They won't suspect that we are coming. All I have to do is sneak in and open the gate."

"Excellent," The man nodded. The poor fool doesn't even realize what his true intentions are. "You will be well rewarded for your services. Now go."

"Of course," the thief pivoted on his heel and ran forward. He came to the wall left of the gate and took out a grappling hook. Twirling it a few times, he threw it up to the sky. It soared high before gravity took hold and the head began to fall. It latched onto a window and held tight. Gripping the rope tightly, the thief planted his feet onto the wall and began to climb. Thanks to his experience in this field, he was able to make it up there in no less than a minute.

After he pulled himself through the window, he made his way to the next room. At the center is the mechanism used to open the gate. He grabbed the winch, and with a grunt of exertion, he began to pull. The gears moved and the chains rattled as he heard the gate open. When it is certain that the gate is wide open, he walked to the nearest window and stick his head out to the group below. He gave them a thumbs-up before retreating into the room.

"They're ready for you," He spoke as he turned to the other figure in the room. "You got my payment?"

The figure nodded and took out a small bag. They tossed it over to him and he caught it. Inside are an assortment of sweets such as lollipops.

"Oh joy!" He gushed.

Meanwhile, the invaders had already made it past the great hall and are advancing to the castle. They hadn't encountered a single guard when they made it past the great hall. The men thought it was because of Ylissean foolery, but the leader was suspicious. Even if they are resting, there should be at least a guard on duty.

Something was amiss, and he had a bad feeling.

The invaders entered the castle, still no guard in sight. Then they heard a sound that broke the silence of the night. He saw a few of his men flinch at the sound. That was the sound of a nighthawk calling out.

"NOW SHEPHERDS!"

The invaders jumped at the sound of the voice. Standing at the top of the stairs is a blue-haired man wielding a sword. As the man charged forward, a contingent of Ylisseans followed after him to meet the invaders.

The leader was the first to recover. "Attack! Slay all and the Exalt!"

The forces he brought with him snapped out of their shock and charged. Roaring, they clashed with the Shepherds. However, because their plan depended on speed and surprise, they weren't prepared for the ferocity and vitality of the defenders. Eventually, more Ylisseans joined the fray, flanking them. It was clear that this was a trap and that they were expecting them.

How did they know? The leader screamed in his mind. Glancing at the two mages beside him, he brought a hand forward. "Mages! Focus your spells on—"

Whatever command he was about to issue was interrupted by the sound of flesh being punctured. The leader looked at his two mages again to see both of them falling to the ground. One rolled, revealing that the cause of death is a knife to the throat.

The leader looked forwards to where he thought the knives came from. One of his berserkers was fighting when he suddenly stopped moving. He turned around to face his leader, words becoming indescribable. His hand clutched his throat, which is bleeding through his fingers. He fell to the ground dead.

That's when he saw the figure that appeared as if out of nowhere.

The figure, a woman judging by the design of the armor, stood amid all the chaos surrounding her. She wore a blue tunic with blackish silver armor covering her chest area and limbs. A blue three-piece cloak hangs at her back. Hanging behind her on leather straps is a longsword in a scabbard. Her face is covered by a mask and a blue hood that obscures its features.

What gripped his fear is the blade jutting beneath her right gauntlet.

"Kill her!" The leader shrieked to his horsemen. They readied their lances and charged at the woman. The woman sheathed her blade and pulled out two more knives and threw them. The knives struck the first two cavaliers, throwing them back and off their horses. The woman drew her sword and met the remaining two head-ons. She swept her blade in an arc, slashing at the legs of the first horse. The horse cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The woman wasted no time in bringing her sword up to thrust at the last rider's heart. She swiftly withdrew it as the horse cantered by, and the rider fell out of his saddle.

The woman faced the leader, calmly making her way towards him. The leader backed away in fear as he considered his options. He knew close combat isn't his forte and that he would be dead before he could get the chance to cast a spell. So, he did the only thing he could do.

Run.

Validar mounted a riderless horse as fast as he could and galloped away from the woman. He rode out of the castle and straight for the great hall. He knew that the woman can't pursue him on foot with the field leveled like this. That is how he will getaway. If he can get away, he can plan another attempt to kill the Exalt. Only this time, he will bring more men.

Just as he reached the doors to the great hall, he heard the sound of thunder.

The horse he rode snapped to the side and stumbled. The leader cried in a mixture of surprise and pain as the horse fell to its side and trapped his leg. A puddle of blood spread from the horse's head. The leader attempted to remove himself from his trap, but the horse's dead weight kept him pinned. He was just a few feet from escaping.

Above him is a blue monarch butterfly clinging to the underside of the stone arch. He was busy trying to free himself when heard footsteps coming towards him.

His struggle continued as he knew it was her. His struggle is proven to be fruitless when his pursuer came into view, placing a foot on top of the dead horse. In her hands, she held a long stick with a smoking end. Tossing it aside, she knelt towards him.

The leader is panicking as she swiftly grasped his neck, the hidden blade entering his jugular. He gave one last gasp of breath before he became still. The woman grabbed the necklace of the dead leader and ripped it off.

Hanging on the chain is a red cross.

By the time the shepherds came, she was long gone. The blue butterfly let go of the arc and flew off into the night.

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I know that this is short, and in a way lame, teaser, but it wouldn't be a teaser if I didn't do this one. Let me know what you guys think about this fic in the reviews.

Anyway, I failed to find a crossover between Assassins Creed and the Fire Emblem series. So I decided to do one. In this twist, the children will find out that there is more to the threat of Grima than meets the eye. Does anyone want to take a guess? It should be plenty obvious who the assassin and the target is.

But don't take my word for it though. You can find out for yourself next time.