ChangeChange.Change5 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
I AmI Am.I Am4 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
Belonging Part 1Belonging Part 1.Belonging Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day was bright and sunny and the pleasant warmth of the late afternoon held its sway over the settlement of Masyaf. In the shadows of the fortress walls, enjoying a pleasant and rare moment of solitude, Maria quietly watched as the instructor taught some of the novices in the training ring.
As the two of them had traveled east, Altaïr had decided to return to Syria to help rebuild the Assassins after the death of their Master, Al Mualim, taking his place as the Master of Masyaf. He had told her she was free to continue her journey alone. She, however, had declined and chose to remain with him instead.
It had not been an easy choice. Many of the other Assassin had distrusted her and frankly, she couldn't blame them. She had been a Templar after all and not just any member of the Order, but the lover of Robert De Sable, the former Grandmaster and their sworn nemesis. As far as she was concerned, they had good reason not to greet her with open arms.
Here and NowHere and Now.Here and Now4 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
Children of Two WorldsChildren of Two Worlds.Children of Two Worlds5 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