Percy POV:
After finishing our meal, I read my watch, and it read 6:32 P.M. I got up, and said "alright guys, I'm gonna head to bed. See you in the morning". And I walked down the hall, until Annabeth came walking down the hall with me. "Hold on there Percy. Did you forget to give me a kiss tonight, or are you being a Kelp Head again"? I looked back and managed a small chuckle. I totally forgot how much Annabeth liked me, that she would give me a kiss goodnight like how my mom did when I was a kid, and how Annabeth gives me these nicknames (but I won't complain). "Yeah I guess I did forget" I replied, and gave Annabeth a warm goodnight kiss, as I felt her lips were firm, gentle, and welcoming. I totally missed this feeling from Annabeth. She pulled away after a long kiss. "Either that or you're still being a Seaweed Brain" she said. I managed a slight smile and replied "yeah, I guess I am". And we made one more kiss goodnight, and we pulled away.
"Well goodnight Percy".
"Goodnight to you too Annabeth". And she walked down the hall into her own room. I entered my room, closing it and locking it. I usually am not someone who locks a door before they sleep, but I really want to be sure no one sneaked into my room and tried to look around in my private stuff. So I threw aside my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my boxer briefs. Then I grabbed a white tank top shirt and a plaid PJ's, looking like a guy who's just slacked around in his house all day.
But I just wanted to get some shuteye, and before I went to sleep in my bed, I looked over on my dresser mirror, where a picture of me, my mom, and Paul sat on the couch during Christmas Eve. That made me remember of why I joined the brotherhood, to kill the Templars responsible for Paul's Murder. And I realized of how much I missed him as he respected me like I was his real birth son, rather than my first Step-Father. "What I'm doing is for you Paul" I whispered, "I hope you understand that". And I felt myself dazing asleep a few minutes later, and I fell asleep.
*Dream*
I stood in the center of what looked like an underground cavern, the ceiling was as black as obsidian, chunks of the stone was laid broken amongst the floor. But however, the cavern seem to be encasing a giant temple, where the walls were grey and a strange cyan glow was between the strange grooves of the wall, which were somewhat ancient, yet modernized. And down the corridor of the hall, there was a bridge extending out towards a strange looking device, which looked like a globe on a stand, but it gave no glowing light like the walls. I walked towards it, and the more I got close to it, the more it gave off a strange aura, like a primordial god like Gaea. But next to the strange globe, laid a body of an teenage man, short black hair, his eyes closed, and his upper lip was scarred like Jason's. He wore a white hoodie with red lining, a black t-shirt with a tribal-like symbol of an eagle, and jeans, red belt, and converse with a strap on backpack around his body. I remembered how Shaun Hastings had mentioned to me about this guy, who wore clothes like these, same kind of facial features. And I realized that this was one of the most important Assassins of the century I've heard of; Desmond Miles. His right arm was badly burnt like he'd dipped his hand in burning fire. "Glad I'm able to feel somehow alive again" I heard a voice behind me. I turned, holding my hand around Riptide, which I realized was not in my pocket, and as I looked at the figure standing before me, it was Desmond Miles himself. "Whoa, easy there kid, I'm not here to hurt you". I wasn't trusting this guy easily. "What makes me think you're really Desmond? You're dead right here", pointing towards his corpse. He scoffed, "I know it sounds weird Percy but-". "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME"? I yelled. He raised his arms in surrender, and said "easy kid, come on, it's like you're talking into a mirror".
I raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean"? "It means that I'm partly you" he replied. I got confused, as my expression changed from angry, to confused, to weirded out. "Wha-... h-how..."? "Let me explain it to you Percy. You obviously know who I am. And while I was dead, I practically figured out about that when the Assassin's figured out about the 'First Civilization' people, I realized that the gods of Olympus, both Greek and Roman, were real, even demigods like you. But when I died, as you can see by my dead corpse", he pointed towards his body. "I killed myself to try and save the world from a catastrophe involving the sun, but Minerva... She said if I did so, I'd release Juno's wrath-". "Wait!?! Juno?" I interrupted. "Why would Juno have a part of being evil? Of course she sent cows to humiliate and threaten my girlfriend, and sent me to the Wolf House, erasing me and Jason's minds, but I don't see how she's THAT evil".
"I didn't know either. But when I touched that pedestal, which Minerva told me not to do. I saw the real truth that the Greek and Roman gods, monsters, and demigods were real, but I also figured out that when I did that, I released the Roman counterparts of the gods and demigods as well. But it also caused the release of something way worse... Like I awakened something from the earth". It sounded a bit hard, and weird to concentrate (stupid ADHD), but I remembered what happened in 2012. After the second Titan war, and before the second Giant war. "Gaea" I answered. "You awakened Gaea's conscious. And caused the Doors of Death to open". Desmond nodded.
"I guess even when Hippies try to save the planet, it can kill you anyways, eh" he said. "But when Minerva warned me not to touch that pedestal, I saw that Gaea was impersonating herself as Juno, and to restart the earth she used me to touch that pedestal. And it actually prevented the sun to burn the world, but I couldn't prevent her from coming back-". "And that's why Hera brought the seven together" I said cutting him off. He nodded, and said "I never really knew that demigods, gods, and monsters really existed. Which is why I'm here to tell you..." We started to look around the dream and it began to black out. "Listen, I don't have much choice time! Just hear me out" he continued. "The blood of Desmond Miles, is in you Percy Jackson. And if you ever see my dad..." The dream almost faded away, "tell him that I love him". The dream faded.
I woke up, freaked out of my mind. And I thought if that was really a dream. If not, what did he mean that 'the blood of Desmond Miles is in you'. What did that mean?

Annabeth POV:
I followed my boyfriend towards his room, and I wanted to give him a kiss tonight. It may sound kiddy-ish, but sometimes he acted like a kid, and that's what I loved about him. Before he entered his room, and without even noticing me, I snuck up behind him silently and said "Hold on there Percy. Did you forget to give me a kiss tonight, or are you being a Kelp Head again"? He turned, and saw me as we smiled back at each other. "Yeah, I guess I did forget" he said as he gave me a gentle kiss, and they felt warm and gentle, as well as tasted like the freshest water on earth. I totally missed the kisses from my Seaweed Brain before I left for Italy. Speaking of which, I totally forgot to tell the others about my research in Italy (aside from trying to fight some monsters off from my home), but I decided to tell that tomorrow. Besides, it's very rare for a Athena descendant to 'forget'. We pulled away from the kiss. "Either that or you're still being a Seaweed Brain" I said. He couldn't help but smile, and replied "yeah, I guess I am", and we kissed once more.
We pulled apart from the kiss.
"Well, good night Percy".
"Good night to you too Annabeth", and we left. I walked into my room, where it was left exactly how I remembered it, like as if Hephaestus saw the ship interior design even BEFORE the original ship broke apart. Maybe he did before Zeus tossed it halfway across the world (and practically leaving my stomach behind that day). But I loved to see it again, my copies of Daedalus's designs were hung on a tack board on the wall covering my window, my (almost) finished sketches of the weapon designs were laid out on my desk and my old coin from my quest to find the Athena Parthenos was sitting along with it. Sweet Olympus I don't want to remember the aftermath of it. EVER. And on the wall over my bed was the Drakon bone sword was hung on a rack. So much of my stuff made me wish I had my old stuff, my old bronze knife from Luke, the laptop from Daedalus, which brought back good and bad memories, but I guess the fates really want some of them to be bad for me. I really didn't want to think about that, so I threw my sweater onto the back of my chair, and got dressed into a grey tee, and red and black striped Pyjama pants. I went into bed and embraced the warm feeling of my bed sheets as I threw the blanket over my body. I clapped my hands, and the lights flicked off. And I fell into the realm of Hypnos.
*Dream*
I felt my eyes slowly open as I felt dazed, but that didn't mean I was awake, because this was a full on dream. Because this looked like an old village, buildings made of wood, and cobblestone, but looked like they were just built, and people around me dressed in old Arabic tunics, there was a horse stables by the main entrance to the village, and there were flags hung around with the symbol of an upside down-like V; which I could not seek to understand it's meaning or origin. But what really caught my eye was the sight of a tall castle or fortress up high within the mountain, where the same flags hung down on the structure, and stood guard were men wearing white hoods and light armour and had their fingers wrapped around the handles of their swords. The fortress I was quite easily impressed by; no structural damage, the supports of the cobblestone collumns were holding up the tall walls. This looked like something I could've easily come up with. I stepped forward, but a voice from behind me stopped me. "Going somewhere"? Startled, I unsheathed my Drakon bone sword from my side and held it against the man's neck as I swung around. But he kicked me by the knee, breaking my guard and he grabbed the sword from my hand, and threw it aside. But I ran towards it, picked it up, and pointed it at my enemy, and stood armed. But as I looked at the man behind me, he was standing still, and silent. He was somewhat around a mid-twenties age, with a scar on his lip, while wearing a white hooded robe, straps around his chest, a leather belt and red sash, with blackened steel gauntlets and leather fingerless gloves. He had throwing knives sheathed in his belt along with a thin, steel medieval sword. However the scar on his lip was really shocking, since Jason only had a scar like that, but this wasn't Jason, this was... I didn't know who this was, but is sure as Olympus isn't Jason Grace. "Easy. Enough child. I am not here to harm you". "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'D THINK THAT!?!? And I am NOT a child"! I snapped at the man, keeping my sword raised.
He still showed no sign of attacking or moving a muscle, but I knew better. I've been training at the camp's Arena for years, and I know that your opponent would try to underestimate you by acting calm and subtle, and make you lower your guard for the surprise attack. I wasn't buying it.
"Well if you are not a child, let me tell you something" the man exclaimed, "you are walking into something even fat beyond your gods, the Assassins, or even your quests that you've gone through". All my five senses were telling me to not trust him, however, a sixth sense was making me pay attention, and I was trusting my instincts on that sense. I lowered my sword just slightly, and raised a brow. "What do mean? How do you know about my quests? And speaking of which, who are you"? He but his hands to his hood, and lowered it down. Showing he had bright brown eyes underneath the shadow of his hood, and shortened black hair. I had to say he kind of looked more young than I anticipated, with him dressing like a monk in white robes. "My name is Altäir Ibn La Ahad, one of the legendary Assassins of Masayaf, and I am here to speak to you clearly. The Assassins have always been watching you and your friends for a long time as the fates have seen your destinies. Even when I died, I discovered the secrets of the Greek gods, demigods, monsters, and such things were still surviving and alive even during the time you live now.  And never upon my entire life I would live the rest of my soul in the underworld. But I've been watching you and your friends through your lives, and I chose to overlook you because of your wisdom and knowledge you could see from our creed of peace". I scoffed, obviously I could not see the peace in a group of Assassins as you recognize the word 'killer' in the name. But maybe this was somewhat a different purpose they lived by, but I wanted to hear about the 'wisdom' he mentioned. "Well you should know by now my mom IS wisdom herself, and let me ask you. If you and the 'creed' were living for a thousand years, why haven't they been recorded in history"? He smiled, and responded saying "both of those answers can be answered with a single, and small speech of our wisdom; Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted. Does that sound reassuring to you Annabeth Chase"? What did that mean? 'Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted'. That sound like something my mom would say, but obviously they came up with it first. "I don't get it" I exclaimed. Altäir once again smiled, and as the dream began to ripple and fade away, he replied saying "don't worry, you will", and the village rippled away.
I awoke, shocked, and scared out of my mind. Did that dream really happen? Well of course it did, but did the ghost of an Assassin by the name of Altäir visit my dreams? But I really wanted to know what the Assassin's words of wisdom meant; Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted.

Jason POV:
Me, Pipes, Leo, and the others say at the table in the dining room of the Argo II, or better yet, the Argo 2.2. It was great to see my friends all back together again, and I was glad to see Leo again after thinking he was dead. And I was happy to see Piper again after a few months away, since she was living more with her dad, and me running as the Pontifus Maximus back at camp Jupiter with Frank running in my old position of Praetor. Both me and Pipes have been I-Ming during the few months away, and I've been wondering about Percy, Annabeth, Leo, and his new girlfriend, Calypso for a small while. But now, with this new quest happening right now, Me and Pipes promised to each other that after this, there'd be no more quests, no more monsters, no more trouble, and no more having to worry, and I think this is somewhat more different than the Prophecy of Seven or fighting Gaea. A while ago, I watched as my girlfriend went wide-eyed as she stared straight into her knife, and probably saw some crazy images and flashes upon the blade. After our small meeting ended in the dining hall, and Leo and Thalia have took their shifts up on the main deck, I tried to comfort Piper as Percy and Annabeth left the table. "Pipes" I asked her, putting my arm around her, "are you okay"? She looked at me, with an unassuming look to her kaleidoscopic eyes. She sighed, and replied with a "yeah, I'm fine". She continued to hold Katoptris in her hands, not picking or eating her food at all. And I still wanted to make her feel fine. "W-what did you see in the vision"? She did not raise her head, and stared at the knife as if looking for another clue. "I... I can't tell right now. I'll explain in the morning". Piper was now shaking, literally as her arms were slightly shaking, and I still comforted her. "Listen, Piper", she looked back into my eyes. "Whatever happens, just know I'll be by your side, no matter what happens, and I won't let you go". She gave a reassuring, happy smile, and asked "you promise"? I smiled back, and connected my lips to hers. My glasses sort of made it uncomfortable on my nose like that, but I didn't care. We pulled away from the kiss, and I replied "I promise". She smiled brightly, which was one of the things I like about her, more than just her beauty, but also her personality and emotions. "Alright, well listen. I'm gonna head to sleep a little, and I'll see you tomorrow in the morning" I said. "Okay, good night".
"Good night", and we kissed again.
I walked out of the room, and went to my old cabin room. All of it the same way I remembered it, just plain, empty and blank walls. My bags were already unpacked since earlier, and my bed was nice and chill, the way I like to sleep. I got out my blue Superman t-shirt, and red pyjama pants, and went to bed with them on. I set my glasses on the nightstand next to my bed (gods, who knew the world could be so clear with glasses), I threw the covers over me, and after thirty minutes of breathing, and trying to fall asleep, my eyes closed, and I fell into the void of slumber.
*Dream*
I opened my eyes, hoping to be awaken on a great, bright morning. Instead, I realize I'm in the realm of Morpheus, and I know I'm in a dream. Except I didn't expect to end up... Here. I looked around, and I recognize the city I am standing in, Rome. Gods, that city brought back bad memories. The thing was, this wasn't the modern day Rome of today, no buildings, no shops, no tourists, none of that; this didn't look like Ancient Rome either. This looked more like the Renaissance age of Italy, and people looked either poor, or hungry as they walked down the ruined buildings and homes. I recognized almost every building I saw, the Coliseum, the Aqueduct, the Pantheon, as I was standing on a high building, like a church tower. Some places I've looked I saw white banners and flags with red bull symbols painted onto them, and there were guards in steel armour and helmets.  With red clothing underneath. I remember something I learned in Rome whenever I'd go to the archives room, about the group of people who were controlling Rome during the 15th century; the Borgia. And out from the corner of my eye, a group of Borgia guards were assaulting a poor civilian woman and beating her senseless with kicks and fists. I felt the sudden urge to help the civilian, but I knew demigods were not supposed to take their strength out on mortals, even corrupt guards. Besides that, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I swiftly turned and unsheathed my imperial gold sword, raised and pointed it at the man behind me, but he did not look like an enemy, better yet a guard. The man who stood before me wore white robes, along with a red stash and a steel belt with an upside down-like V symbol. Amongst his arm were two vambraces' with the same engravings of an eagle, and I'm no son of Hephaestus or Vulcan, but the style looked roman in my opinion, and his hood shadowed his eyes, only showing his lips and his black beard, discontinued by the scar on lips. Strange, I thought I only had a scar like that, but this man doesn't look like he tried to eat a stapler when he was two. The light reflected off of the leather boots he wore, and sheathed was a sword like a Gladius, and hanging from hid back was a crossbow with a pouch filled with the bolts I presumed. And he gave a mischievous smile, and had not a muscle, nor feel threatened by my imperial gold sword (maybe it was the fact I was still wearing my blue Superman t-shirt). " Salute young son of Jupiter" he spoke, making me feel threatened by how he knew my identity as a demigod. Speaking off which, how did he know? "Listen, you have sixty seconds to explain who you are! Why you know me!! And how I'm seeing you in my dreams!!! But if you excuse me, I need to help that woman if you excuse me"! But before I could go to help the woman in need of help, the man in front of me made a high pitched whistle, and as I watch the guards abuse the woman, out from the dark alleyway were a few men with the same clothing as the men behind me, except... younger, and as they approached the guards, somewhat from their wrist small blades emerged from their vambraces and the stabbed the guards in their abdominals and they soon fell. Pools of blood surrounded their corpses, and the woman was helped up from one of the men, and thanked them before running away. "Surprised now Jason Grace"? The man said behind me, and I turned to see him still standing there. "How did you...".
"And as you asked, my name is Ezio Auditore di Firenze, master of the Assassin brotherhood. I've watched your life go on and on as you led your camp as what you call, a... Eh... Praetor. I've seen the quest you fulfilled with you and your friends and became a Pontifus Maximus. And as for this dream, this is the reality I live in in the Underworld. As the God of the underworld gives many of heroic Assassins their past lives to live for all eternity all over again, or if we wish for reincarnation". I understood the first part, but got a little lost as I only paid attention to one word he mentioned, 'Assassin'. "Wait... You're... An Assassin"? Ezio nodded. "But the goddess, Artemis, mentioned about how you and your 'creed' are enemies to her hunt, and to the gods just because of an old rivalry, and for those so called 'Pieces of Eden'". Ezio sighed, probably because of he knew about that, but I somewhat think that wasn't it. And he wrapped his fingers around the cloth of his hood, and pulled it back, revealing his black hair pulled back by a red ribbon into a small pony tail, and his pale green eyes revealed away from the shadow of his hood (he was no son of Venus or Aphrodite, but maybe his appearance had a thing with women). But he looked as though exhausted. 'many of heroic Assassins their past lives to live for all eternity all over again' I recall he just said, and I thought of what a true way of punishment more than paradise it would be to live your past life all over again forever; wouldn't exactly be the kind of Elysium for a hero. "I've heard the rumours about the goddess Artemis and her hunters having their fights with the Assassins, and I am honestly not one to be fond of it. And as for the Pieces of Eden, I never want anything to do with them ever again, after the search I've had looking for them, the temples, and the many enemies I've made over the sixty years I've lived, it consumed my life. But this is something I must warn you about. The Pieces of Eden consume the lives of many, corrupting the innocent, making people go mad or in power, and almost consumed my life to find them all". I could think of something like that, when I had to run Camp Jupiter as Praetor when I was young, even before Reyna came, and all I was searching for was my purpose after I finish my duties as Praetor, would I grow up like a normal teenager in New Rome? Go to College? Have a family? Grow old? And die an old man? "But why did you let it consume you. Why not just let it go"? I asked Ezio, and he exhaled heavily, and replied; "I wanted to, ever since I almost took the life of Rodrigo Borgia, let him live, and discover the truth about the gods and an early destruction to earth through Minerva. All those centuries ago. But I lived my whole life as an Assassin to finish my father's work, for my father, brothers, uncle, mother, and sister. And hopefully live my life in heaven with my wife and daughter, but I'm only stuck here. An Assassin's path is long and weary. Besides, one of your friends should know that". Wait, what did he mean? "What're you talking about"? I asked him, before I saw the dream, the city of Rome was rippling like water. Ezio noticed that too, and said "listen, your dreams are ending soon, so I must warn you. The path through your quest is a dangerous one, and many of the powerful enemies to the Assassins will rise, especially one of my most powerful enemies of my lifetime". The dream almost faded away, and the landscape was collapsing around me. Ezio lifted his hood over his head and before the dream ended he spoke his last words to me: "Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted". The dream was gone.
Now I awoke in my same bed, nothing has changed, somehow I still feel like I could see the city of Rome around me. My eyes felt like they were spinning, so I shook my head, and I let out a sigh of relief that I was still in bed. I thought back to what the Assassin, Ezio, had mentioned. "What enemy of Ezio wants to harm us"? I thought But most of all, the real question was "which one of us is the Assassin"?

Piper POV: I felt like I wanted to cry there and then, hugging Jason with his arms wrapped around me, if I told the seven about what I've seen in Katoptris's blade. I really haven't expected the cursed thing to work anymore ever since after the Giant war. But what Katoptris showed me was somewhat worse, something I didn't want to think or see again. But I'll only have to tell the seven about it tomorrow. But I worry about what the consequences will be when from what I saw, not just for me, for us, but also for humanity, in some way, I feel like this quest will become a failure. I sat next to Jason, with me, him, and Frank and Hazel were left sitting at the dining room table, after Percy and Annabeth left, and Leo and Thalia went up to the upper deck to fly and watch. She mentioned about how she isn't comfortable about heights, and I have a feeling someone's gonna clean up vomit on the main deck in the morning, NOTIT! I was to worried, and distracted that I haven't heard Jason call my name; "Pipes? Are you okay"? I looked up at him, as I wanted to sound okay. "Yeah, I'm fine". I stared back down to Katoptris, and I chose not to eat all, being this uncomfortable, gods I wished I really WAS fine. "W-what did you see in the vision"? I did not raise my head, and kept staring into my knife hoping to see a better sight or clue. "I...I can't tell right now. I'll explain in the morning". After a few seconds I picked at my food a little with my knife, and Jason spoke again. "Listen Piper" I looked back into his beautiful electric blue, calming and soothing my worries. "Whatever happens, just know I'll be by your side, no matter what happens, and I won't let you go". This is one good reason why I very much loved Jason, how he knows he loved me, even if our memories from the Wilderness School were lies by Hera, he'd stay with me even through those lies, and I loved him for that. "You promise"? I asked, he smiled, and replied with "I promise", and we kissed. The glasses kind of bothered us, but we paid no attention to it. We pulled out lips away, and he said "Alright, well listen. I'm gonna head to sleep a little, and I'll see you tomorrow in the morning", I gave him a nod.
"Okay, good night".
"Good night", and we kissed once more, before he walked down the hall into his room. Leaving me, Frank, and Hazel alone. Hazel game me a friendly smile. "You and Jason are a perfect couple meant to be, you know that"? I smiled back at her, and said "thanks, you actually, literally sound like my mom". Frank besides her couldn't help but snicker at that comment. And we all continued to eat as Jason closed the door of his room.
A few minutes passed, and I finished only halfway of my spaghetti, not wanting to finish the rest. I put the rest aside, and decided to head to bed. "Goodnight guys" I last said as I walked down into my room, "'night" they both replied, and I entered my room, closing and locking the door behind me. Gods, looking around my room, I'm glad Leo's dad didn't paint my room pink, in fact, it kind of looked like the same it did before. One wall held a shelf with old pictures of me, my friends Jason and Leo, and my dad. Thinking back to my dad, I remember what he said before I gave him the amnesia potion from my mom; "I'm so proud of you". I think of all the good times me and my dad spent good time together at my Grandpa Tom's old cabin at the lake, and surf along the beach, and sometimes get ice cream at my favourite ice cream shop near Grandpa Tom's cabin, 101 Flavours, gods I miss so many memories with my dad. I hope we don't fail this quest. I put those thoughts aside, and focus on trying to get some shuteye. So I went into my bag and got a white tank top shirt and skintight grey pyjamas. I unbraiding my hair, putting the harpy feathers in the drawer of my nightstand, and fell into my bed, tired, and exhausting. Having the warm covers over my body, and let the warm embrace of my blankets sooth me to sleep, and slept I did,
*dream*
I caught myself standing in the middle of a forest, however I don't think I recognize the geography of the forest, or even saw these woodlands before, not even on nature walks with my dad. But this looked like a valley, jagged cliffs surrounded the valley along with a huge River and shore. Amongst the shore was a stream connecting to the river, and close to shore was a village. Log houses stood up with supports of cut down trees, canoes were tied close to the waters, and some small bonfires were ablaze in random spots. But what really caught my eye were the people, some were children running around, playing, some men were sitting by the fire and eating collected meats, skinning animal hides, and some were elderly men and women's. But they seemed native, literally. Their deep skin sort of looked Cherokee, but these were from a different tribe, they spoke a different language rather than english. their clothing of fabric, leather, and their handcrafted weapons were sheathed to their sides. Only if I was dressed in such fabric, leather, patterned clothing, and had my face painted like them, I'd totally fit in. This land looked peaceful, making me want to live with these people. I was admiring the beautiful view, until I heard a voice speak behind me. "Beautiful village, is it not"? I turned around, startled, and saw a man probably five inches taller than me, wearing a white coat and button up shirt, a leather vambrace, and leather fingerless gloves. His belt had a nuclear with an upside down V symbol, and red sash behind it. His deep brown leather shoes and trousers did not show reflection in the light like modern leather. His bow and quiver and tomahawk was sheathed. But his white hood, shadowing his eyes and deep native skin concerned me. He crossed his arms, looking as though he's been in a fight many times, without even breaking a sweat. Though he looked young and commanding, as though he fought for someone, or something. "This land was property of my people during the American Revolution, this remained here until my people left and were gone from this land. Now as far as I know, this land is nothing but a camp for 9 year old children for canoeing and rock climbing". I didn't know what this guy was doing here, who he was, or why I'm dreaming this, but I did not feel as though to unsheathe my knife. Instead I feel like talking, gathering information from this man. and he studied my looks like a book. "You seem to be someone of another tribe. Yet you do not cherish it. Which tribe are you"? He asked me. I wasn't going to tell some random stranger about myself, not in his (well technically mine) dreams. But somewhat, without thought I replied, "I'm Cherokee. And I don't cherish my culture because my dad says it's all a bunch of bologna once he got a film acting career". He scoffed, "this is why I hate the modern day, so many people choose to forget, or ignore who they were. Not me of course. Not me". This conversation was getting stranger and stranger by the second, but I decided to use my talking to my advantage. "Well, I'm sorry to interrupting you, but I seem to think I got lost in my dreams" I said, using my Charmspeak ability, "but since I'm here do you mind telling me who you are? What are you doing here? And also why am I dreaming this now"? He uncrossed his arms, and spoke. "Do not try to use the ability you have on me, I've known how you've done that. Besides, I've been watching over you, even after death, so do not play your tricks on me". Alright, I admit that didn't work, even though... Wait! How did he... even...
"But... How...".
"However let me introduce myself" he said, "my name is
Ratonhnhaké ton, or by my most preferred name, Connor Kenway. I chose to watch over your life after death which the Fates allowed me to do, up until this very quest of yours. And I came here to warn you about the path you are crossing, between Assassins, Templars, and the Pieces of Eden. All of it is dangerous". I scoffed at the last part, "for a daughter of Aphrodite, I. Can. Handle. Myself". I didn't think it would happen, but Connor had smiled, only slightly as he raised his hands over his hood, and pulled it back, showing his deep green eyes, long, brushed back brown hair with small braided hair wiith clay beads by the sides, ands some of it in a ponytail. I have to say he kind of looked like a son of Aphrodite, especially if he would of looked like me. "That's what you think. But yet you are a child, growing up in the world of gods and monsters, when I was young, growing up hunting, surviving, and fighting alongside with George Washington and the Patriots against the British, the Templars, and my father. But even if my dad was an enemy, a Templar, he cared for me even if he never knew me, or met me when I was a child, and his last words spoke he was proud of me in a way. So tell me, do you think you could handle the path you are yet to cross"? That's the thing that caught my attention, the fact about his dad, reminds me about my dad, when he said he was proud of my for being a hero, so was I different than him? It was hard to process, and I could not understand what he meant. George Washington? The Patriots? The British? The Templars? "What do you mean? What's going on"? I asked. And around me I felt as though the dream were fading like mist, and Connor spoke clearly this time; "it does not matter, just know you must be prepared and ready for what your journey will bring, and bring you unfortunate outcomes not even I have passed. Besides one of your friends should already know of it".
"Wait! What do you mean"? He smiled slightly once more, and pulled his hood over his head again. "Don't worry, just know your quest will bring good outcomes rather than the bad ones to come. And if you meet one of my powerful enemies, stab him and send him back for what he did to my people.
The dream faded away like mist, and I awoke, luckily not dead in my sleep. And I still heard Connor Kenway's words still rambling around in my ears. But what did he mean by 'your quest will bring good outcomes rather than the bad ones to come'. If he's right, I hope so.
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A/N: sorry for the late update. I'd get too distracted by playing Battlefield or watching videos on YouTube. But it also took a long time to write this, and part two will be done within a week or so. I promise. But vote, comment, add, and follow. Bye-bye!!!