Chance EncounterThe sun began to set over Venice, Italy. Another day in the Renaissance ended, only to give birth to the Renaissance night. Lively chatter buzzed beneath as another party began to take life. Ezios target would not be inside another one of these parties. He would be hanging out on the edge of it, watching. These people didnt like to interact much with the Venetian crowd as much as they used to. Perhaps it was because they knew that their life was at risk?Chance Encounter6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young assassin crept along the rooftops. His eyes were focused on observing the scene, calculating how quickly he could assassinate and get out without being caught. He stopped and tentatively looked over the edge into an alleyway. It was dark and empty. Perfect.
He leaped onto a nearby ledge and began to crawl downwards. The shadows covered him well, enveloping his descending form with black veils. Ezio let go of the ledge when he was only a few feet off the ground, landing with a thump. Thankfully, these Venetian gath
A Father's Dying ThoughtsToday looked bleak, despite the sun overhead. The crowd cheering surrounded the plaza with their cries. In the center of this plaza were the gallows, in which three men stood. A rope encircled their neck, ready to choke the life out of them with its deathly grip.A Father's Dying Thoughts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Giovanni Auditore stared out at the people in front of him, eyes deep in contemplation. If only this didn't happen...If only he and his sons could leave the gallows now and assume their normal lives. Why did it come down to this? Why were they betrayed?
The elder Auditore turned his head to the man walking around the gallows. He exclaimed, "I am bound to pronounce you guilty!"
He looked to his sons at his side. His youngest, Petruccio, had his gaze fixated on the ground. He hung his head dejectedly. Giovanni searched for words to speak to his son.
"Petruccio do not hang your head in shame. We are Auditores; we do not behave like cowards."
"But Father can you not hear them?" His youngest son gritted his teeth and slig