Assassin’s Crease: OriBayek’s Saga
Assassin’s Crease: OriBayek’s Saga
Memory Sequence One: The First Day of History Class
Ah, Seventh Grade. Years and years and years and years of going through grade school, and finally, I’m a middle schooler.
Sometimes I think I’m smarter than other students, maybe a bit more accelerated in my learning. But I see myself as better than every kid here. From the students at Rapids Middle playing with puppets of nintendo characters, I look at myself and think about how I’m M: for mature. I hang out with adults more than kids, I think of myself as an old soul.
That is, until I walked into Mr. Kurzel’s class.
History is, in many ways, my forte. My father, grandfather, great grandfather, and great great grandfather were, or still are, great history professors. This has made me a joke around school, however. I’m the kid that can remember what the Romanov dynasty did in what year, or King George’s lineage. Peers would play I Spy on road trips with family, I’d play ‘guess that kingdom era.’
Mr. Kurzel was rough, though. Rough for other students, at least, that was the vibe I got from my eighth grade classmates. But, this year, he started something new.
“Okay, class, sit down. We’re doing world history this year. I’ve never taught this before, so, let me be clear when I tell you that I’m going to try to make this more fun for you guys.”
We all looked at each other with anticipation.
Mr. Kurzel looked young, but he acted aged. With black hair, a beard, and a long nose, he walked around slouched in the halls, like Shaggy Rogers.
Yet, here he was, smiling.
“I won’t be teaching this class- well… not exactly.”
My room looked at each other.
“Basically, I’m going to be teaching it, but every week, we’ll have one of our students come in and give a piece of the history we’re learning. Starting from the ancient Egyptian times, going all the way up to modern America, each student will be tasked with doing a powerpoint presentation on their subject. And the fun part? Today, we’ll have arts and crafts.”
My classmates all got happy and excited, and I sighed. I can’t do anything.
“I know this is crazy, but there’s been this big Origami Craze going on here at Rapid’s Middle, specifically with Video Games. I’m a big fan of the Assassin’s Creed franchise, so you’ll all be joining my Origami Brotherhood.”
Mr. Kurzel’s grin got wider, and it was rubbing off of all of us. Marshall Peters exclaimed “I’m so excited, I love these games!” To which Mr. Kurzel responded with, “It’s rated M! You shouldn’t be playing these.”
I raised my hand.
“How will we get assignments?”
He took out a plastic bag, full of paper.
“Each one of these has a specific name of a character, seen here,” He turned on the projector, showing different characters from the Assassin’s Creed franchise, “You’ll be using instructions I pass out to you to make the puppet, and then you’ll use sharpies and stuff as your first homework assignment to make the character. We’ll then tape these puppets to the top right of your desk, to represent what lesson you’ll give.”
He shuffled the paper around, and then started to hand us the papers. A kid in front of me cheered when he got Arno, from the French Revolution. That would be later in the year. Then another student received Evie Frye, from the Victorian Era seen in “Assassin’s Creed Syndicate,” complaining because he got a girl. A girl in our class got Evie’s brother, Jacob. Mr. Kurzel explained that one would cover the Jack the Ripper case, meanwhile the other would cover the whole Victorian Era.
There were some people getting relatively unknown assassins – Lydia Frye of World War One, Nikolai Orelov of the Russian Revolution, Aveline de Grandpre from Colonial America.
Then, he gave me my paper:
Bayek of Siwa.
The founder of the Brotherhood, and, stressfully, the first presentation.
I’m not good at speaking. I can ask the occasional question, but doing a whole presentation is not my cup of tea.
He then passed out instructions, and I made my puppet: the hood and everything.
We had time before our next class to start drawing out details, so I made it look like the Bayek on the powerpoint slide, dressed in Medjay attire.
I then had Math and English, and then I went home.
Memory Sequence 2: Adding Touches
Once I got home, I immediately started researching Ancient Egyptian History. That was really my family’s cup of tea (we’re of Egyptian descendants,) so Dad gave me a box full of books on it. Like eating Oreos, I read through every page of a book, devouring the knowledge.
But, I was getting distracted: my puppet awaited me.
I sat down at my desk, some sharpies and stuff laid around.
I picked up a pen, and started to go over my designs I applied onto him. Then, I looked to adding some color.
Coming from an Egyptian family, I weirdly felt a sense of connection to this fictional character. Medjays were originally the sheriffs of each small egyptian village, until they all went away or phased out.
I added a shield.
Then, I was done. Like that, OriBayek of Siwa was complete.
Forgot to mention that I fell asleep.
Memory Sequence 3: The Presentation
I had worked all week to make this presentation. I was talking about the ancient Pharaohs. To not over exert myself and distract the students, I made it mainly about Cleopatra, Kufu, Ramses, and Hatshepsut.
I also mentioned some things seen in Assassin’s Creed: Origins, such as the myths and beliefs, along with what the duat was.
I talked about myths about these pharaohs deaths as well, such as Cleopatra dying of a snake bite.
I was ready.
I slowly walked up to the front of the class, my note cards in hand.
Looking around, I saw kids with different puppets on their desks, each with the same design, but all with different faces. I decided to not look at the students faces, but at these puppets.
It was a bit rough, mainly because Mr. Kurzel struggled with Powerpoint. Then, things went relatively smooth from then on out.
The moment I finished, Mr. Kurzel reached into his desk and handed me a gold-painted plastic apple.
“Because this is our first presentation, and our best one- because there’s only been one so far, Ausar has received a Teacher’s Apple of Eden. He may use this to get an extra ten points on whatever test he’s taking, as long as he’s in possession of it. I will warn you all, however, that I do not keep track of who keeps it.”
Some students that didn’t have assignments until the end of the year (A kid with a Desmond Miles Puppet had the last part – the 2010s) glared. Their eyes widened, and instantly I knew that I was going to have a problem.
My shoe was untied.
Memory Sequence 4: Apple Seekers
The Golden Apple is hard to hide. I have to carry it with me to each class before I can go put it in my locker.
So far, there’s been a few kids that have tried to snatch it from me.
It started with Johnathan Serp and his gang.
They were apparently in a lower grade than me, sixth graders with Mr. Kurzel’s class. They don’t do presentations, but they’re allowed to try and take the apple.
It was my job to guard it.
Who knew that being a bit taller makes all the difference? Jonathan Serp and his group tried reaching for the apple, but I raised my arm as high as I could lift it, and they weren’t able to reach it at all. He frowned and pointed at me, exclaiming “Ausar, one day, the origami Templars are going to attack you when you least expect it, and on that day, that Teacher’s Apple will be ours.”
I could leave it at home, at least, that’s what I thought.
Printed, right on the back of the apple, was that the ‘Game would be ruined’ if I did that, and to leave it in a secure location.
At the end of the day, I placed it into my locker, and went home.
Then, when I got there the next day, it was gone.
Memory Sequence 5: Panic
No, no, no. This wasn’t possible.
I ran to Mr. Kurzel’s room and knocked on the door, and explained what happened.
Quickly, he stopped me.
“Listen, listen, it’s all a part of the game, Ausar.”
“The-the game?!” I was sniffling at this point.
“Yes, the game! You can lose it, you can go find it, you can retrieve it, or you can just leave it for the next Assassin down the line. But, that is risking points to your grade.”
This was insane, purely absurd. I wanted to learn history, not play a game. I started to cry.
Mr. Kurzel knelt down and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.
“Listen, Ausar. This is how history is. People will take things, people will steal. I mean, look at England and all those spices. Oceans rise, empires fall. The key is, the best parts of history happen whenever a person fights back with a group. Like Washington and Hamilton and everyone else. So, Ausar, what are you going to do?”
I wiped away a stream of snot, “I-I don’t know.”
He smiled, “Yes you do. You know the right thing to do.”
On the inside, I did. I knew that I had to get that apple back, and I knew who took it. I also needed a group.
That history class we had a group assignment about tombs in Egypt, and the culture around them. I was placed in a group with a girl named Eliza and a boy named Vince. Eliza was stressed as she was covering the fall of Alexandria. Her puppet was of Aya, the other protagonist of Assassin’s Creed: Origins. Vince had a puppet of Altair, so he’d be covering the Crusades.
“Listen, did you guys know that someone stole the Teacher’s Apple?” I asked them. They both looked dumbfounded.
“No way. Ausar, you just got it yesterday.” Eliza told me.
“I know, but some kids stole it after I left school.”
“Did you leave it in your locker?” Vince asked. I nodded, “Well.” He said, “I guess that explains it.”
“Why won’t they give us locks to those things?!” Eliza groaned. We moved on to researching hieroglyphics, and we talked.
“It was Johnny Serp? The sixth grader?” Vince was good at asking questions, “He’s a twerp, I’ll give you that.”
“I know. Why would a sixth grader need to raise their grades?”
“Well, this class is super easy.” Eliza said, “I mean, it’s like Mr. Kurzel changed on a whim from hard to easy.”
“I bet he took a backpacking trip around europe, carrying a gaming PC so he could play this game. What is it again?” Vince said.
“It’s Assassin’s Creed.”
“Anyways, would you guys be interested in going after the apple, getting it back, and then we vow to only use it when it’s necessary?” I asked them. They looked at eachother.
“I’m in.” Eliza told me. Vince was unsure for a moment, and then said, “ah, what the hey. I’m in too.”
Memory Sequence 6: Follow the Target
I walked down the hallway before lunch, trying to figure out where Johnny Serp was. I got a bathroom pass just to do this.
Left, right, up, down. Nowhere to be found.
He’d be in class, I’d assume. Either that, or he was skipping to go play with the Teacher’s Apple. I looked at my watch, realizing I had to go back to class or else I’d get a detention.
I walked back to class right before the bell rang, and as I walked out, I briefly caught Johnny’s face.
I started to blend into the crowd, merging amongst the people, walking just close enough to hear him.
“Where’d you hide the apple?” Johnny asked his lackey.
“I think I put it underneath Miss Belcher’s desk.”
“Okay. Are you sure?”
“I’m not sure-sure. I think so. Then again, maybe Alex got his hands on it, made it blend in in Mister Collins’ room. Or, Tony placed it in Mrs. Reedus’ sandwich.”
“Why the last one?”
“Tony has access to the teacher’s lounge.”
“Stooky.” Johnny told him.
“What did you just say, boss?”
“It means ‘cool.’”
“Ah, alright. Sounds stooky.”
They then went to lunch. It was italian dippers day, so we all were able to dine like kings.
I sat with Eliza and Vince and told them what was up.
“We all need to go to these areas after school. Do you two understand me?” I asked them. They nodded.
“The fate of the Teacher’s Apple rests in our hands, fellas. Let’s do this, today.”
Forgot to mention I tripped while following them.
Forgot to explain the difficulty of carrying a hall pass without making sound.
Memory 7: Rescue
I was the one chosen to go to the teacher’s lounge to check out Mrs. Reedus’ sandwich. We drew straws to decide it,and I got the shortest straw, also the hardest task.
After school, I walked to Mr. Kurzel’s room.
“Hey, Ausar, what’s up?” He asked. He was ready to leave.
“Mr. Kurzel, I hope it’s no issue, but I’ve been trying to get the Teacher’s Apple back.”
“Did you make a group?”
“Yeah, me, Eliza, and Vince.”
“That’s good. What is it you need?”
“I was wondering if you could sneak me into the teacher’s lounge. I have reasonable suspicion it’s there.”
Mr. Kurzel thought for a while, then saw me make my father’s historian ‘this is the smart thing to do.’ face, and he nodded.
“Okay. Follow me.”
As I walked down the hall, Eliza and Vince both skirted to catch up with me.
“It wasn’t in there, man.” Vince said, “I searched high and low for it in Mister Collins’ room.”
“And all that was under Miss Belcher’s desk was the stench of rotten feet.” Eliza said. This made Mr. Kurzel laugh.
“Oh, that’s good.” He said.
Mr. Kurzel fumbled with his large key ring until he could find the right key, and then he opened the door.
We walked in, and I quickly opened to fridge to find Mrs. Reedus’ sandwich.
I lifted it up, and there it was: The Teacher’s Apple of Eden.
Memory 8: Confrontation
We had a short celebration before Johnny Serp and his gang walked in.
“Well well well. The OriBrotherhood found the Apple.” He said, “And with help from the game master, too.”
“Hey, don’t bring me into this, students. I just let them into the lounge.” Mr. Kurzel said.
“It’s fine. No big deal. Not at all.” Johnny Serp smiled.
“You lost, Serp. You’re not going to get your hands on this again.”
“I will. I’ll find away, and you’ll see how wrong you were, Ausar. Believe me.”
“No, I don’t believe you, because when an empire falls, it’ll stay beaten.” I told him.
Mr. Kurzel coughed, “Except for the Byzantine Empire.”
“Anyways, we won. Go away. And this apple will be hidden once more.” I told the group. Johnny rolled his eyes and walked away with his lackeys.
“Well, we did it.” I said.
“Yes, we did. So, are we going to use this on any tests?” They asked. Mr. Kurzel looked away.
“I say no. We’ll hold on to it. And, besides, aren’t there more pieces of Teacher’s Eden?” I asked Mr. Kurzel. He just whistled.
“I think we’re starting something interesting.” I told my team, “I think we’ll have room for more.”
“Yes, and more, and more.” Eliza said. We put our hands together and chanted “The Oribrotherhood!”
We buried the Apple on-campus. Technically, it’s not against the rules.
It’s what OriBayek would do, we hide these parts of our past so that those that need it in the future can claim it. I don’t need it now, but someone else may need it later on down the line.