You don't know how it even happened, but you time travelled back to the damn Crusades. For some time, you've been in the Holy Land and are training to join the Brotherhood. Not that it's difficult, considering you're already part of it in the present day. But then again, the present day is nothing like 1191.

But while you've been adjusting to your new life, you've also met Altaïr. And you've fallen in love with him. Stupidly, you've told him the truth about yourself and where, or well, when you're from. You inform him that everything you've done here has changed the future.

Altaïr takes your hand in his, looking out at the city from the rooftops where you sit. "And? We'll rewrite history then," he says, his voice the same monotonous tone as always. "We'll make our own future."