BB22Andy's video: The Greeting - Assassin s Creed 2

Minerva: Greetings prophet. It is good you have come. Let us see it. To give thanks - We must speak. Ezio: Who are you? Minerva: Many names. When I died, it was Minerva. Before that Merva and Mera. And on and on. The others, too: Juno, who was before called Uni. Jupiter, who was before called Tinia... Ezio: You are... gods. Minerva: [chuchles] No. Not gods. We simply came... before. Even when we walked the world, your kind struggled to understand our existence. We were more ... advanced in time. Your minds were not yet ready. Still... not. Maybe never. No matter. You may not comprehend us. But you will comprehend our warning. You must. Ezio: None of what you are saying makes sense... Minerva: Our words are not meant for you. Ezio: What are you talking about? There's no one else here! Minerva: Enough! I do not wish to speak with you but through you. You are the prophet. you've played your part. You anchor him, but please be silent! That we may commune. Minerva: Listen. When we were still flesh and our home still whole, your kind betrayed us. We who made you. We, who gave you life! We were strong. But you were many. And both of us craved war. So busy were we with earthly concerns, we failed to notice the heavens. And by the time we did... The world burned until naught remained but ash. It should have ended then and there. But we built you in our own image. We built you to survive. And so we did. Few were our numbers. Your kind and mine. It took sacrifice. Strength. Compassion. But we rebuilt. And as life returned to the world... We endeavored to ensure this tragedy would not be repeated. But now we are dying... and time will work against us. Truth turned into myth and legend. What we built, misunderstood. Let my words preserve the message and make a record of our loss. But let my words also bring hope. You must find the other temples. Built by those who knew to turn away from war. They worked to protect us - to save us from the fire. If you can find them... If their work can be saved... so too might this world. Be quick! For time grows short. And guard against the cross - for there are many who will stand in your way. Minerva: It is done. The message is delivered. We are gone now from this world. All of us. We can do no more. The rest is up to you, Desmond. Ezio: What? Who is Desmond? I don't understand... Please, wait! I have so many questions! Desmond: What. The. Fuck.