The faint caw of a bird exclaims throughout the city. A perfectly nesselled concoction of hay relays under-neath the 5 story building. A thump of a body hitting the hay at incredible speeds leaves a man unarmed, a man of Ancient African origin, holding a glowing gold orb that eminates an infusion of power. Bewildered at what he see's, from what was the city of Alexandria, is now the faint cloudy nature of red bricked buildings with moving carriages powered by lions hidden within, making a jarring noise. 

Running in to the alley, as the freezing tempreture for him causes him to shiver, trying to regain his bearings. Bayek fully knows he isn't home, the powdered like sands enveloping every nook and cranny, the blistering heat of the sun not beating and blistering his skin, and people wearing unusual styles within streets, covering their whole body in thick layered overalls. 'Wait' Bayek thinks to himself, 'What about Aya' Bayek's' eyes dialate as they almost begin to moist, darting his eyes towards the orb infront of him. Hitting it with his free hand, attempting to grab apart of the creases with his finger-nails to try and send him back, knowing his wife will be waiting for him, and his revenge for the killing of his son not sealed. Bayek drops to the floor, his blood soaked clothes mixing with the lead filled puddles within the alley.

Entering a state of psychosis, Bayek grabs his hidden blade, used to kill the most corrupt individuals in his time and places it under his chin, "I am a Medjay. I am a feather in the eagle's wing, a living dagger plunged from the sky into the heart of chaos. I am a truth unknown...a scabbard unfilled...a son of the Nile...and a defender of the people. You can not kill me, for I walk among the dead" Bayek repeats this, his mantra and destiny unfolds before him as the blade within his bracer starts to click. 

*(This is from the Game Assassins Creed Origins, Bayek's introduction and mantra throughout)*

Red blood spills from Bayek's gullet, as his throat pours blood to his feed, a frenzy of spasms and shock set in as Bayeks' eyes fold closed, a single tear mixed with blood envelope as they both cross down. Knowing that he will never safe his son or himself from Osiris, the Lord of Death, for his crimes against his very job as a Medji. His punishment was surely to be sent to this unholy land, full of strangness and far away from his true enemies. His last breath fades in a long croak, of whatever he can muster, as the blood fills his throat fully, his body too weak to cough before an ending silence befalls him.

The faint caw of a bird exclaims throughout the city. A perfectly nesselled concoction of hay relays under-neath the 5 story building. A thump of a body hitting the hay at incredible speeds leaves a man unarmed, a man of Ancient African origin, holding a glowing gold orb that eminates an infusion of power. Bewildered at what he see's, from what was the city of Alexandria, is now the faint cloudy nature of red bricked buildings with moving carriages powered by lions hidden within, making a jarring noise. 

Bayeks' eyes open wide, he's been here before, he remembers this as if it just happened, as if something has binded him here. Holding the Golden orb, knowing as the Apple of Eden to many scriptures within his findings, the viabrating power still emits as Bayek takes his shoulder back, and with enough force throws it as far as he can in any direction. Hearing metalic sounds pitter patter in the distance before going silent, Bayek without hesitation, prays to the Lord of Death, giving his pleasure to be able to sink into the waters, knowing his peace will never be saited. Hearing click again, his eyes draw heavy as he collapses to the floor.

The faint caw of a bird exclaims throughout the city.....