A/N: Hello Assassin Creed fans! I bet you're quite surprised that I updated this story, huh? Well, I have a reason as to why I didn't do it sooner. The reason was that I actually had lost interest in the AC series during most of the year. But with this story left in the dust, I had to find a way to regain that "something" to pick up the story again and, WALA! Here we are. The long-awaited second chapter of Careful What You Wish For.

RECAP [SKIP IF YOU STILL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN CH.1]: We left off with Amelia and Xander, introducing our two protagonists to you, the readers. We learn that it was Amelia's seventeenth birthday and that she spent her special day hanging out with her best friend and fellow Assassin's Creed fan, Xander O'Hara, the Irish boy next door. Xander and Amelia play the first Assassin's Creed game and get into a slight debate on who is better: Ezio Auditore from Assassin's Creed 2? Or Altair Ibn-La'Ahad from the original Assassin's Creed game? We learn from that, that Amelia is an Ezio fan, while Xander likes Altair. Noticing that it is way past her curfew, Amelia rushes to leave Xander's house only to be stopped by a display of shooting stars. After making a wish, Xander presents Amelia a gold necklace with a gold orb charm that resembled the Apple of Eden in the AC series for her birthday present; buying a matching set for the both of them. Donning her new necklace, Amelia returns home and tucks in for the night. But at the same time, both friends recall their wishes while viewing the shooting stars: To be an Assassin just like their favorite protagonists.

Now that's out of the way, on with the story!

Note: This chapter shows different perspectives. One in Amelia's and one in Xander's. This is what most of the chapters in this story will be like; having both protagonists' perspectives or showcasing one of the two. Translations are at the end of the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Assassin's Creed series nor it's characters. It is owned by Ubisoft. I only own the OCs in the story: Amelia Mafiosi and Xander O'Hara.

We're Not in New York Anymore

The first thing she realized as she woke up was that the soft, plushy comfort of her mattress had suddenly been replaced by the hard feeling of gravel against her back. The next thing that her mind registered was odd was the gust of warm air that hit her face, carrying the smell of spices, perfumes, and food with it. But what woke her up were the sounds. All around her she heard people - the sound of footsteps scraping against gravel, chatter everywhere, and she could've sworn she heard a few horses neigh.

'What in the world?' Amelia slowly opened her eyes, wincing as a blast of bright sunlight met her gaze. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the newfound light, she rose up from her... bed? No, that was definitely gravel under her palms. When she finally got her eyes to focus, she definitely wasn't prepared to see what was in front of her.

She no longer was in the comfort and privacy of her bedroom back in New York. Somehow her body had transported itself into a bustling town. And it wasn't a regular suburban town either. It was like she'd been moved to the sort of town you'd see in a Renaissance faire, only more realistic. It definitely smelled like she was in the Renaissance but that couldn't be possible.

Slowly grabbing her bearings, she stood up from her place on the ground; wincing as she realized that not only was she standing in some Renaissance-like town, but she was also still clad in nothing but her pajamas. Taking a few tentative steps, letting out a squeak as her bare feet moved across the rocky ground, Amelia noticed a few odd looks being sent her way. Then again, who could blame them? She's pretty much stark naked in her black t-shirt and sweatpants. No doubt her bed-hair made her look like she was insane.

"Excuse me?" Amelia stopped a well-dressed man who was walking past her. The man flinched from her grasp but didn't run away. (Thank goodness.) "Can you tell me where I am?"

Confusion washed over the man's face. "Che cosa? Mi dispiace, io non ti capisco."

Amelia's heart nearly stopped. This man just spoke Italian. No one in her town spoke Italian but her and her family. That couldn't be right. Is she just hearing things? She has to be. This has to be some fucked up dream that she'd be waking up from anytime now. Yeah, she'll wake up and be back in her comfy room.

Her expression must've terrified the man she was talking to since he immediately escaped from her grip and ran off, looking back at her with a startled look ever now and then before disappearing behind a corner. Soon enough, every passerby gave her an odd look. A group of women adorned in beautiful gowns and expensive-looking jewelry passed by and took one look at Amelia before ducking their heads, giggling and whispering to one another. As they passed, Amelia was able to hear what they said.

"Guarda quella ragazza. Lei è così malvestita. Patetico," said a woman in an eye-catch red gown.

The woman next to her looked at Amelia once more and laughed. "Devee ssere un monello di strada. Basta lasciare il suo essere."

Amelia's face burned with embarrassment. They called her pathetic and mistook her for a street urchin! 'Well,' she peered down at her clothes. 'I sort of do look the part. I guess it's better compared to being mistaken as a courtesan.' She shivered at the thought.

"Assassino!"

'What?' Amelia only had enough time to turn around in the direction of the sound, only to be shoved and pushed to the ground. "Hey!" She screamed at whoever pushed her over. "Watch where you're going, bastardo!"

Amelia's breath hitched when she caught sight of a man in familiar stark white robes, donning a white hood that shielded the top-half of his face. "My apologies, signorina!" He called over his shoulder as he continued to run, before scaling up a wall and disappearing to the rooftops.

"Quick!" A group of guards quickly passed her by, following the all-too-familiar hooded man. "Don't lose him!"

Amelia was in a daze. The guards had called that man an assassin, and that man resembled a little too much like her favorite video game character to be deemed comfortable.

'This has to be a dream,' Amelia stumbled to her feet, leaning against a wall for support. 'There is no way that this is actually happening. I am not in Italy. That man did not look like Ezio Auditore and those guards did not refer to him as an assassin. Nope. This is all just one fucked up dream and I will wake up in my room.'

She quickly pinched the side of her arm, her eyes shut tightly. But when she reopened them, she still found herself standing in the crowded Italian marketplace. "Oh fuck," she grumbled, running a hand through her tangled hair as she looked around her. "This isn't a dream. I'm actually here. I'm actually in the fucking game."

'My wish came true.'

-Somewhere in another time period-

Xander has been through a lot in his life and he often found himself in the strangest situations. He's been tackled by a group of rugby players back in his old school, he's been forced to dress as a woman for a school play (Not a nice experience.), and he's even been kidnapped by a squad of Stormtroopers during a Sci-Fi themed prom. But being woken up by a raging man clothed in robes who poured a bucket of water over him was almost insane to believe. Even Xander couldn't believe it himself, and he was the one subjected to it.

"Sorry, sorry," Xander apologized as he quickly absconded from the area. The man was still going on, screaming angrily at him in a language that Xander most definitely didn't understand.

Looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the raging man was out of sight, Xander stopped walking and pinched the bridge of his nose. Had he slept outside? He doubted it. He clearly remembers going back into his room after an hour more of stargazing, throwing off his Templar hoodie and collapsing onto his bed. But sure enough here he was in...

"Baaaa!"

He flinched, stepping back a bit as another man dressed in light-colored robes walked by him with a goat tied on a leash by his side. "That's," Xander stared at the passing man with wide eyes, "odd. Very, very odd."

'A man with a goat? A totally bonkers man who dumped water on me? I don't think you're in New York anymore, Xanny.'

Seeing as he was no longer near the vicinity of his home, Xander had no other choice but to explore... wherever the heck his now. The further he walked, the further things seemed so... out of place. Instead of a regular street and sidewalk, he was practically walking on dirt with nothing but socks on his feet. Not to mention, he was just wearing a stark white t-shirt and a pair of Snoopy print PJ bottoms. With all these people with their neutral colored robes and hoods, he probably stuck out like a sore thumb. Plus, every person he passed was tan and had dark colored hair; not a fair person in sight.

He maneuvered his way through what he assumed was the marketplace, he avoided bumping into anyone in the crowded area; not wanting to receive another earful from any of the pedestrians. After a while, he managed to get out of the open-air market, but the new area wasn't any better. It was more crowded, the pathway was slim due to all the houses lined against it. The fact that a whole crowd of people just seemed to flow right through didn't help either. All around him were cube-like houses made of stone and some other kind of material. Some houses had ladders propped to the side to reach the rooftops which, Xander noticed, had some people running across through.

'Must be some free-runners and parkour people,' he sighed. He honestly didn't know where he was and he was getting sort of homesick already. He shouldn't be here. He should be at home right now, waking up for school and eating his Mum's pancakes for breakfast, not wandering aimlessly through some crowded village. Speaking of wandering...

'I need to ask someone where the nearest bus station is. I have no clue how I got here, but there's no use in staying either.' He looked around for a person who didn't look too busy. Immediately he spotted a lady in a brown dress with some cloth surrounding most of her head, leaving only her eyes to be visible. "Excuse me!" Xander called, approaching the woman and gently tapping her shoulder to get her attention. "Excuse me, miss? Can you please tell me where I am? I'm lo-"

Much to his surprise, the woman's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as soon as she laid eyes on him. She said something in a language Xander just didn't understand, pointing at him like he'd done something wrong.

"Miss?" Xander tried to calm her down, putting his hands up to show that he meant no harm. "Miss, please, calm down. I'm just asking-"

The woman continued to shriek causing a scene all around. People stopped and stared, some looking straight at Xander like he was the criminal. Nearby, a group of pedestrians whispered in their language, pointing fingers at Xander and sending him some dirty looks. Obviously he wasn't welcome around her; all the more reason to leave. Xander quickly walked away from the scene, praying to god that he didn't catchy any unnecessary attention. (Which was stupid, because after a display like that, he definitely become the center of unwanted attention.)

"What was wrong with that lady?" He grumbled to himself, kicking a stone across the path. "Screaming like I was going to mug her or something. Doesn't anyone around here understand English?" The ginger-haired boy sighed, slumping against a wall of one of the stone buildings. Luck wasn't on his today; the scene with the lady was surefire proof of that.

Looking over to his side, Xander caught sight of a ladder, one of many in the village, propped against the wall. It's been a while since he's tried rooftop hopping. Maybe while he's up there he could get a good look of the area. Maybe even spot some sort of transportation back to modern civilization.

'Why didn't I do this earlier?' He slapped his forehead, scolding himself for not thinking of the idea earlier. 'Honestly, I'm such an amadán sometimes.' Quickly climbing up the ladder and onto the rooftop of one of the buildings, Xander viewed the scenery of the village; looking out for anything that could take him back home. But what he saw from a distance blew his mind.

A quite ways ahead of him was a behemoth of a fortress that was almost unnoticeable due to the mountain that it was built on. If he hadn't chosen to stand on the rooftops, Xander would've probably wandered the village the whole day without even noticing the colossal building. There was nagging feeling in the back of his head. Something inside him was trying to tell him that he's seen that fortress before but where and when? Xander couldn't quite place a finger on it.

The sound of something falling onto the stone roof snapped Xander out of his reverie. Wanting to avoid getting himself into more trouble, Xander quickly threw himself over the edge. He grabbed the edge of the wall at the split second, allowing him to hang over the side. Hopefully he'll be unnoticed, or else he might not be worm his way out of trouble like he usually does.

For a few minutes, all Xander heard was the sound of people moving and talking from underneath him. Then he heard the sound of footsteps scraping against gravel from above. The sound was getting closer. Xander squeezed his eyes shut, hoping, no... praying that he gets out of this one unscathed; a small injury would be fine, but as long as he wasn't dead, that be great.

So there he was, Xander O'Hara, hanging onto the edge of the rooftop with his eyes shut as he waited for his imminent demise. He could already feel his fingers straining to keep hold. Any second now, whoever's on the roof with him will grab his arm and pull him forward and probably teach him a lesson or two. He really wished he could've told Amelia that he-

Whoosh!

Xander opened his eyes and was greeted with a figure of a man jumping right over where he was hanging. Clad in familiar white robes and donning the hood, the man leaped right over Xander, landing perfectly onto the next roof. The Irish boy was able to pull himself up in order to get a better glimpse of the man. His breath hitched when he noticed that the man was missing his left ring finger.

By the time the man had long since disappeared from Xander's line of sight, it was then did the realization slowly sink into the boy's head. Last night he'd made a wish, a stupid wish for the sake of the whole shooting stars event. Out of all the things to happen, Xander never in his life would hope for it to come true. But here he was, stranded in Masyaf in the world of Assassin's Creed.

'I should've wished for a million bucks...' Xander groaned. Not noticing the gold orb that was hanging on his necklace has long since disappeared.

Translations
1. Che cosa? Mi dispiace, ionon ti capisco. - What? I'm sorry, I do not understand you.
2. Guarda quella ragazza. Lei è così malvestita. Patetico. - Look at that girl. She is so badly dressed. Pathetic.
3. Deve essere un monello di strada. Basta lasciare il suo essere. - Must be a street urchin. Just leave her be.
4. Assassino! - Assassin!
5. bastardo - bastard
6. signorina - my lady
7. amadán - idiot/fool

Thank you for reading this chapter of Careful What You Wish For! I appreciate any feedback from you, the readers; whether it'd be comments about the story/chapter or critique (which I need when doing Altair and Ezio's characters). So if you can, post a review and no doubt, I'll read it. Maybe even send you a reply. :)