Balls of molten rock flew from catapults, followed by explosions. The Templars had come to take the piece of Eden, a magical artifact that are scattered over the world that grant enormous power. It was under the possession of the assassin’s for a long time. The Templars made their move to take over the world with it. Screams fill the air, then suddenly black.

It has been 20 years since Lincoln’s parents died. The horrid memories filled his head as he came back to reality. Remembering where he is, City of London, 1865, he stands up. The Templars have taken over the little town, with slaves and peasants wandering about forced to make clothes and everyday furniture. Being alone, Lincoln has learned to survive secretly under a bridge. He vowed …show more content…
“I bring shame to my assassin background! I have to do something about it!” he declared.

Lincoln quickly dug through a crate of old antiques, he found an old stop watch as well as a few items that belong to his mother and father. With faith and courage, he stepped out of his beloved little arch and set off on a long journey to find the Assassin’s creed.

After trekking through the city for a bit, he began to lose hope.

“Where would the assassins be hiding?” he thought to himself.

Walking towards the edge of the little civilization, he came upon a great …show more content…
A disguised figure appeared, frightening Lincoln.

“Welcome to the Assassin’s Lincoln,” the hooded man said, “we have been waiting.”

“How do you know me?” he replied.

“We know everyone that is part of the assassin’s bloodline!” he exclaimed.

Lincoln was officially part of the assassins now. Being provided a proud uniform to wear. The Templars have finally met their end.

Seeking revenge, he was careless. With all his hatred built up, he rushed into the Templar stronghold like a runaway train. He didn't last a second, being rounded up and thrown into prison. With his life at stake, he needed to escape. His execution was in 5 days. Pounding on the walls for hours until his hand began to bleed, he realized it was hopeless. Awaiting his doom, sitting in the corner of the cell with other prisoners.

“Psst,” a man whispered, “over here!”

Lincoln turned and looked. There he saw a five foot man wearing rags.
“You are part of the assassin’s aren’t you?” the man asked.

“Yeah,” Lincoln replied, “Are you part of them too?”

“Of course! My name is Daniel, can you see the pictures on the prison