Oliver Bowden – Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken

forsaken   Some might already know I do enjoy my video games and the story books of those games. Assassin’s Creed is no exception. Oliver Bowden‘s book “Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken” tells the other side of the story of the third game, the one with Haytham and Connor (the native american boy). Non, thou, probably know that often enough I somehow end up loving the characters others do not find appealing. While Ezio is charming and wonderful, with his bright little heart and sillyness, it’s Altair I find to be the best of the best among assassins, and it’s Connor’s reasons that I find fit. And since the books are as stand-alone as the games (if we won’t consider Desmond’s story as part of Altair-Ezio-Connor story), it’s okay to start from the one you would’ve preferred. As I did.
Haytham’s father, Edward Kenway, was an assassin, and Haytham was meant to become one too. Sadly, fate decided to laugh at that and tore them apart before Haytham got to know the truths his father preached. Via treachery and blood he became a Templar and I do not believe that he ever actually regretted it. Their doctrine went better with him. It’s order he wanted, not doubt. He wished to be certain, he wished the truth to be stable, unmovable and it’s complete opposite of what Assassin’s say. And even when he learned the truth of his father’s murder, and took the revenge he felt deserving, he stayed loyal to the Templars and thus became steady in his position as the Grand Master in revolution-shaken America.
One thing lead to another. Haytham found a sacred site of Those Who Came Before, but couldn’t open it. Excavations would’ve enraged the Natives, thus he had to back-track and try to find another way. He had to, but he couldn’t, and thus time passed, bit by bit proving that an order cannot be where corruption spreads like chaos. Haytham thought that freedom will lead to corruption, thus Assassin’s cannot be, no matter how he wished and how many likenesses he saw between the two fractions. He thought that given man freedom, a man will chose merely what is best for himself and his own well being. But then he himself had to walk out and hunt down a Templar that cared for nothing else but personal gain. He himself had to witness the most promising recruit act unlike order preached, just because his pride was wounded. And on this path he ran into himself as he was supposed to be: certain in the chaotic way, an assassin.
Nothing is true and everything is permitted, assassins say. Haytham never really felt any shame for being of an assassin blood, and Connor felt no disdain unto it either. In fact,t he boy spoke Haytham’s own words; the fractions can be united. And added: we’re of blood, that’s our chance. But a man’s heart grows to stone when one truth crumbles after another and all sacred is mixed with the filth. It was merely too late.
I’ll give this book 5 out of 5, but am certain that not all will like it. Most people I know will say that third game was the worst in the serie. But I enjoyed it nearly the most.

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