EzioCreed03

Synopsis:

Long before the Brotherhood, before the Templars, before history itself—there was one who stood alone.

Vael’Ruun was an Isu, a being of immense power and knowledge, who foresaw the end of his kind. While his kin sought control, Vael sought meaning—and love. In defiance of the laws of his people, he forged a bond with a human woman, and in desperation to preserve that connection, he crafted an artifact that defied time itself.

When the Great Catastrophe wiped out the Isu, Vael survived—not in body, but in memory. Reincarnated across the ages, never dying, always watching, he became an eternal wanderer, bearing witness to the rise of humanity and the ancient war between Assassins and Templars.

But in the modern day, his legacy is awakening.

As Abstergo Industries delves deeper into the genetic memories of a mysterious subject, the truth of Vael’s existence begins to surface—threatening to unravel both the past and the future.

Because he is more than a memory.
He is the Legacy of the First.
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Disclaimer:
This story is work of fanfiction. I do not own Assassin's Creed, The Assassin's Creed franchise, or any of thier associated charecters, settings, or media. All rights belong to their respective creatos and copyrihgt holders. This story is creates purely for entertaiment and non-commercial purposes. 
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Assassin's Creed: The Legacy Of The First

The chamber dimmed as the walls responded to a silent command—perhaps Thessara's presence, perhaps the ancient systems still attuned to her neural signature. Holographic glyphs flickered to life around her, bathing the space in pale gold.

Kaelen stood still, every instinct alert. Behind him, the others remained tense—Saphira, arms crossed but ready to act; Ruan's fingers twitching near the hilt of his blade. Only Lysenne looked purely fascinated, as if witnessing a new chapter of history unfold in real time.

The holograms shimmered, reconfiguring into a lattice of gene-sequence diagrams, ancient Isu script, and a central icon—an obsidian flame wrapped in rings of light. It pulsed once.

"This," she said softly, "was the legacy no one wanted remembered."

Saphira stepped closer. "Explain it. Now."

Thessara didn't flinch. "Project Cindarion was initiated not by the Rebellion, nor by Those Who Came Before. It was created by the Unswayed—Isu who saw the coming collapse and rejected both sides. They believed humanity's rise was inevitable… but that unfiltered freedom would lead to annihilation. They foresaw a second catastrophe. Worse than the first."

"No," Thessara said. "A statistical inevitability. Based on trajectories of war, resource depletion, and the evolving instability of human emotion magnified through technology."

Kaelen narrowed his eyes. "And so they created... you?"

"Not just me," she said. "Dozens. Maybe more. Isu minds fragmented, encoded into bio-digital memory strands. Hidden in dormant vessels. Some awakened early. Most didn't survive."

Lysenne stepped forward. "Are there others still out there?"

Thessara looked at her—no, through her. "There are three nodes still intact. One is already compromised. Another… might awaken soon. The third... is close. Closer than you think."

A heavy silence followed. Kaelen's thoughts raced. If Thessara was right—if there were others like her, shaped by a different agenda—then the Awakened weren't just relics of a past war. They were pieces of a larger game still being played.

"Why now?" Saphira asked. "Why did your programming activate?"

Thessara turned to Kaelen again. "Because he awoke. The system registered Vael'Ruun's neural pattern—fragmented though it is. And Cindarion was bound to his presence. You were the variable, Kaelen. The anomaly. You weren't just a rebel leader. You were the keystone."

Kaelen felt the stir again within him—Vael's essence, struggling with memories long buried. But this was more than memory. This was design.

Then, slowly, she knelt before him—not in submission, but in solemn recognition. "Now... you must choose whether to awaken the rest. Or destroy us all before the past repeats."

Chapter 43 – Fractured Inheritance