Falling in the Plains of Time

A/N: I love Assassin's Creed and I'm so very impatient about the coming sequel of Assassin's Creed II featuring Ezio Auditore, that smexy Italian guy with that deep sexy voice of his and that cape hanging off his shoulder. I can't decide who's hotter, Ezio or Altair but my hormones are edging towards that smexy Italian guy Ezio (you know, it's a good thing his name isn't Enzo or else that would have been awkward for me and any other DMC fans). Now I introduce my own character, Gabrielle (pronounced Gabriel) and I hope you like her and she doesn't turn Mary-Sue for you fan reading gamers! Enjoy!

Set back the arrow of the clock, think back what little minutes you thought would be at the actual moment, and close your eyes to let time run backwards and stop where it all started. ~Reige

"Now remember," called the teacher as students rose from their desks from the last bell ringing to end the day of the school. "During Summer Vacation, I want a 5 page essay about the Third Crusade!"

You shook your head, an essay about some stupid war about religion during an awesome three months in the summer? Ridiculous. Gathering your bag and school work, you passed the teachers desk and out the door where it was like a mini rush hour, why did everyone have to be so damn tall?? Your short figure pushed through to make it to your locker and clean up the last of whatever was left inside before slamming it shut.

"Gabrielle!"

You looked up to spot a blond girl heading towards you, Cheryl waved at you with my energy than before, who could blame her? She was about to get the short end with the stick with a coach who had problem with girls that weren't athletic. Stupid jerk was a former marine and never excepted tardiness or weaknesses, only if the person was about to die would he actually give a damn.

"So what are you gonna do this summer?" she asked.

"Well, nothing basically, just relaxing." you reply.

"Wow, you're boring."

"Shut up, and you?"

"Heading out for Europe."

"Lucky rich girl."

Cheryl shook her head before adding, "I got an assignment on taking care of my plant, Mr. Uki."

"Damn, I got mine about a 5 page essay on the Third Crusade."

"Yikes."

Having one last good-bye with Cheryl, you both departed separate ways to start vacation. You had to first start with your 5 page essay if you wanted to continue and relax the rest of the summer with no distractions and nothing tugging at you. Maybe a library would work, but it was closed on days like these, seems you would have to wait for another-

You stopped in mid-step when something caught your eye. A book store, it was small and barely noticeable, but it looked like it could hold whatever was necessary. Walking inside, you noticed no one was at the front desk, turning your gaze and the few shelves, you strolled around, looking for the book that stated anything of history on the Third Crusade. After a few minutes, you were beginning to lose hope on finding your book, that was until something shiny sparked from the angle of the light.

On the top shelf, there was an old leather brown book, the pages yellow and looking fragile that it could probably easily tear. Curious, you reached forward by the tip of your toes before pulling away when finally grasping the ancient book. There was no cover, only a shiny silver odd symbol of an "A", looking at it, you opened a page and read the first words out loud,

"Hashshashin Creed"

1191 A.D.

This was pretty much the date where the Third Crusade took place in the Holy Land, making your chances for success rise for acing your essay. Interested enough, you turn the page of the book and three lines written in slightly blurred black ink were written, making your squint your honey brown eyes to read the three sentences out loud as well, wanting to make sure you heard it right from the ancient book held in your small hands.

Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent.

Hide in plain sight.

Never compromise the Brotherhood.

Raising a brow, you turn your head back to the front desk and searched for any book keeper. After looking around, you found a small sign left on the desk, today seemed pretty special since the old book store looked as though it would close down eventually and the keeper of the shop was giving away free books to get rid of all the items within the shop. Smiling, you left the shop with a brown leather book in your arms and skipping happily every once in a while as to not draw any attention to yourself.

Home

The leather book sat innocently in the middle of a teal colored bed in the middle of a sea-green colored room. Three white doors led to either a bathroom, closet, or entrance/exit door to the hall and into the rest of the house. Posters of Good Charlotte, My Chemical Romance, and Metro System covered portions of the wall while some few cute stuffed animals lay scattered around the room, and finally a white desk with a black flat desk top sat complete with the hard drive and keyboard with mouse.

The leather book sat, still as it had been when the owner of the book left it to be as they left downstairs. But after a few good long 2 hours, there was some small yelling down below before hurried and angry stompings headed towards the closed white door until it was slammed open to reveal none other than the owner of the book-Gabrielle.

"AND IT'S PRONOUNCED DUMBFOUNDED!! NOT DUMBROUNDED!!" you shout towards the hall before slamming the door and flopping to your bed, seething. "That crazy ol' man!"

You and your farther would get into little fights over anything, your mother and little twin brothers would watch from the sidelines on who was right and who was wrong and it seemed today your father would have thrown all that bad karma your way when he made you look bad over a little stuttering you made. You kicked a nearby fluffed bunny before looking out the window to notice how dark it was.

"Time for summer." you sighed as you stand and remove your clothes, replacing them with black sweatpants and a gray spaghetti top before flopping back on the bed.

You lift your stomach and reach for what's underneath and you come face-to-face with a familiar leather-clad ancient journal you had taken from a nearby book store on your way from school. Curious, you turned the page and read the title, it sounded a bit Arabic when you had read it's name... reading the three lines on the next page, you turned another and-

It went black...