Italian BloodlinesTheories On Ezio's Lineage.
By now, it isn't a secret that I'm a huge fan of the Assassin's Creed franchise. I have pretty much loved the series, and its ideas of genetic memory and heritage, ever since it first came out in 2007. Now, as the date of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood draws ever nearer, I am strongly contemplating what the next step will be in a line that we saw commence with Altaïr Ibn La'ahad and currently ends with Desmond Miles.
Reportedly, Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood will be the final official game where we play as Ezio Auditore, the Renaissance Assassin of the bloodline. As Ezio is already in his forties during the course of this story, this may mean that he will conceive a child very soon after the events of the game. In other words, Brotherhood may hold the last of his genetic memories visible to Desmond and the modern Assassins.
At this point, after Brotherhood, it isn't a certain yet who the mother of Ezio's children may be
ChangeChange.Change6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is running. Running as fast as he can. As he does this, his hearts is thumping loudly in his chest and pure adrenaline rushes through his veins. His eyes move back and forward, as he quickly tries to determine the fastest route to the top of the church. As he does this, moving to the best of his abilities, he hears a loud laugh ring in his hears.
"Baby brother still has much to learn."
He rolls his eyes at hearing his brother's voice and doesn't bother to reply as he rushes forward, knowing he has managed to find a much quicker route than his sibling. Nimble like a cat, he clampers up the side of a building, already way ahead of his rival. He yells back triumphantly.
"Hah, I almost feel bad about this!"
He wants to stop for a moment, let his older brother catch up to him for a moment just to taunt him. He's sure of his victory, after all. Still, much faster than he had anticipated, he sees the other male racing towards him, threatening to pass him. As he
Here and NowHere and Now.Here and Now5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezio grunted a little as he once again turned in his bed. It was a large and comfortable bed, one he had always enjoyed to sleep and relax in. It was one of those small things he had missed about Monteriggioni during his time in Rome, but tonight, he just wasn't able settle in. The fatigue he felt was overwhelming and his entire body begged to be granted some rest, only for his mind to grow ever more awake.
He rolled onto his back again, studying the dark ceiling. The nobleman huffed in frustration. He had been trying to sleep for hours now and, despite his best effort, he somehow wasn't able to even close his eyes.
It was nighttime in Monteriggioni and the pleasant warmth the spring brought made for agreeable days and gentle nights. It was a time that the world came to life again and when even the time after dusk was a thoroughly enjoyable one. It had always been his favorite season for that reason and he usually enjoyed it as much as he could.
Still, he had been
TomboyTomboy.Tomboy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So why exactly did they give you this mission again?"
Rebecca quietly rolls her eyes at Shaun's somewhat sarcastic comment. He can't blame her, really. How many times have they gone over this argument already for the past few days? By now, she must have explained her reasons a million times and frankly, he's pretty sure it's starting to get rather annoying for her.
He leans against the wall, watching how she gets her stuff together. The Englishman knows this isn't exactly the time to bother her, but he does so anyway. Despite being eccentric, Rebecca is a very punctual person, perhaps more so than he is at times. It's unlikely she'll be that distracted by him to forget any important equipment. As such, he's not one to pass up another opportunity to tease her.
He can tell his presence and sarcasm are starting to irritate her. Not that it's surprising. Anyone would be, seeing how good he is at getting under someone's skin. He has to admire her patience with him. Any
Eros and ThanatosEros and Thanatos.Eros and Thanatos6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The voice asking for this croaked out the words, too hoarse and soft for them to be heard. It was just like he wanted it. He'd rather be dead than have anyone hear him. The irony of that was wry, truth be told. It was probably how he, a dealer of death himself, would end up soon
He desperately needed water. Sweet, cold water to soothe the burning feeling in his lungs. The most basic need of the human body to keep him from feeling like he was dying. Water Just thinking about it already drove him out of his mind. He would give anything to have it, anything to taste some cool drops on his tongue again.
It was all he could think of as he sat here, chained up in a cold, dank prison cell in the catacombs of Forlí. Water. Just the thought of it was enough to make his throat even drier, make his body ache even more. It felt like he was on fire, like the worst fever he had ever experienced. As if a creature made of fiery tongues was consu
I AmI Am.I Am5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you know who I am?
That is what I ask you. All I want to ask you. It is the only thing that comes to mind as you stand here before me, trapped like a rat as you are. The sole thing I think of as you fall to your knees, with nowhere to run or hide. In the darkness of this dead end, cut off from any form of salvation, it is this and this alone that I want to know of you.
I wonder if you ask yourself the same thing. If you think about it with every fearful step across the cobblestone, if it haunts you with every panicked breath you take. While I watch as you cry out for mercy, I am curious to see if you even want to know. I still assume you do. After all, like all men who walk this earth, you want a reason when harm befalls you. It is human nature and I truly contemplate giving you the answer.
I might as well. Though once I may have been cruel, I now believe that even you have the right to certain things. We are equals, after all. Not under God or under kings or queens, pe
OuroborosOuroboros.Ouroboros5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"A few still know the truth "
The truth. How he despises it. How has it shaken everything he had believed in up till now. The truth Even as his sanity is slipping, he can't escape it. It is ever present in whatever is left of his fractured mind. It taunts him during every precious moment his head is clear. How could he have never seen it? How has it evaded him all these years, all this time? How could he, and the rest of humanity, not see it when it was so obviously there throughout the centuries?
"It is around us Signs and paintings faces documents But we don't see it See, we are we are blind to our own creation "
His eyes are opened now. Opened to see that horrible, godforsaken truth about the human race and its origins. It sickens him, tears him down. It enhances the living hell his existence has become. This hell at the hands of that sick Templar doctor and that nightmare of a machine he crea
Booze and Bad JudgementBooze and Bad Judgment: request by basenjilover.Booze and Bad Judgement5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, what do you think?"
Desmond didn't immediately provide Shaun's inquiry with a reply. Instead, he was still fighting to keep his face from twitching as he downed a gulp of beer. At least, the Englishman had claimed it was beer. To him, the bitter ale seemed more like the liquid variation of being kicked in the crotch by a very angry mule.
As such, he was currently very much doubting whether the Englishman had really brought him here to introduce him to some liquor from his home country. It may just as well be payback for the time he caught him and Lucy in bed together and was traumatized by the sight of his privates for a full week: at least, according to Shaun himself. And knowing him, there was a great possibility it was the latter.
Yet as he was planning to hurl some choice words at the man beside him involving threats at his chance of fatherhood, the initial shock of the drink finally wore off and he could at last a
MonstersMonsters.Monsters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bunker is cold and bleak. That's the only way how I can describe it. Cold, bleak and therefore unpleasant to be in. Just like Abstergo itself, really. I said it once and I'll say it again; that place has some fucked up interior decorators. Wouldn't be surprised if they were inmates or asylum patients. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if that's what most Templars are. All the more reason to thin their ranks today.
That's why I'm here, near Castellina Scalo, a few miles removed from the sanctuary in Monteriggioni. I shouldn't be out here. If the others knew It doesn't matter. They won't, at least not for a very long time I'll make sure of that.
The bleeding effect is changing me. I can feel it. Every day, I seem to grow stronger, stealthier, more skilled. Every day, I see less of the world as I did as a bartender and more of it as an Assassin. Strange things, unusual things, sometimes even small but essential details of my environment of which I wond
PicturePicture.Picture5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Right now, it's all she has. Just a small, single sheet of paper with an image on it. It is all she cares about. Even though the sun is shining outside and the weather is remarkably pleasant for the standards of this area, this single picture is her entire world. Or at least, a memory of what once was part of her world.
The rest of her environment has faded, colors and sounds blending to an indistinguishable blur. It matters little to her this very moment. Nothing matters at this moment at all. The world can do without her observing it for an hour or so. Her eyes have turned away from it for an indefinite period of time, for they no longer wish to see it. All they are focused on is this single picture.
It is a simple picture, made so long ago that she almost can't remember. Still, she can tell it was made on a sunny day, which aren't too rare around here. It was most likely during spring, a period it wasn't too hot or too cold. Yet most of all, she can tell t
Children of Two WorldsChildren of Two Worlds.Children of Two Worlds6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
----Eden, Africa, 100,000 B.C----
Eros cannot sleep. He does not feel the need to either. His kind does not need much sleep. They are strong creatures, with great power of mind and body, able to do with little rest of either.
They are of an extraordinary kind, known under many names by those around them. He is no different. Cupid, Amor, Eleutherios, Kamadeva, Freyr. All these names he has gone by at some point in his life, as his kind outlives many generations of the other creatures inhabiting their world.
So, instead of surrendering to the peaceful realm of dreams, he looks at the sleeping person with whom he shares his bed. He smiles, his golden eyes lighting up, as he uses his gift and senses a calm aura around her, indicating she is indeed comfortable and at ease.
Her name is Nepesh. A very befitting name, he thinks. One that stands for a valuable inner strength, rather than a shallow outer presentation. The female is more than just a ph
Out of TimeEzio coughed again, and once more, blood came up. He wheezed with each step, and felt ready to collapse. The Venetian guard had grown tired of him. They had planned a trap, and Ezio had played right into it. "Cazzo!" He cursed, his balled fist weakly hitting a nearby wall. More blood came. He didn't even try to cover the slash on his chest. There was no point. The wound was a deep gash that started at his right shoulder and ended almost at his left hip, and it had not stopped bleeding. The front of his clothing was now more red than white, and the effects of bloodloss had already started to effect him. Staggering, he kept his hand against the wall for support. His vision had become blurry, as if walking wasn't hard enough.Out of Time6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As hard as it was to think through the pain, he had memorized the alleyways that lead into the Thieves' headquarters. It was the one place in Venezia he knew he'd be safe, if he didn't die trying to get there. Finally, it seemed, he made it into the small courtyard,