In the end, it all comes down to him. To Desmond. Through the Animus he discovered his heritage. Explored the lives of his ancestors, and uncovered their secrets. When that was done, he trained. He used another ancestor to provide decades of experience in the span of a few days. It worked. We think. We hope. Soon, though - soon we’ll know. That ominous date fast approaches. December 21st, 2012. None of us knows what it’ll bring - only that this is where they want us to be when it does. They’ve been guiding us, in their own fractured, frustrating way. These voices from The First Civilization. The Ones Who Came Before. A precursor race of immense power and uncertain motives. They’re the ones who made the Pieces of Eden. This is where they’ve led him. And through him, us. He stands at the entrance to this long-lost place, armed with the knowledge of Altaïr and the abilities of Ezio. He holds in his hand the Apple of Eden. And we stand at his side, ready to support him however we can. His name is Desmond Miles and he has brought us to the end.
The people never have the power, only the illusion of it. And here is the real secret: they don’t want it. The responsibility is too great to bear. It’s why they are so quick to fall in line as soon as someone else takes charge. They want to be told what to do. They yearn for it. Little wonder that, since all mankind was build to serve.
