So I decided to watch Embers for the second time, and cried again. I also typed Ezio's speech down and read it a few times. So as a sort of response, I typed this little one-shot thing up. Enjoy, and if you could review that would be fabulous!
Dear Maestro,
I am no good with sympathetic parting letters such as this, but when I heard of your death, I had to put some final words into being. This won't be terribly long, I promise, but I hope I make my point.
About 15 years ago, you offered your hand to me in the streets of a corrupted Roma. I will admit, I may have sounded confident, and was, but in truth I was also frightened. The assassin of Italy was in front of me, and he was offering allegiance to his cause, he was helping me...he was saving me. From then on you trained me, hard. It was brutal, and completely nerve wracking, and I will admit I hated it, but I got used to it eventually. You taught us how to survive, you taught us the creed, but in truth no one ever truly understood it.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
Well what the hell is the meaning behind that? I can do whatever I want and get away with it? At least, that's what I thought it meant at the time when you recruited me. But, now that I myself have a family and am higher ranked in the brotherhood, I can finally say I know our creed.
Nothing is true.
Society is fragile; we control and make what is our society, our civilization.
Everything is permitted.
Whatever actions happen, we influence it, we create it, and we must be willing to cooperate with consequences.
Maestro, you were a father to me, to all of the brothers and sisters of the creed, and you will never be forgotten. In my heart, I want to be as strong, wise, and influential as you. I will always be fighting for our creed and liberty, no matter how much time it takes from me. I will also fight for my love, my family, and my brothers and sisters. I will fight until my time comes, and when it does, I can say our creed will live on.
Requiescat in Pace, fratello mio.
The white robed man stood and stared at the gravestone as he recited every word he wrote in his head. His hood was down as the warm sun set and a light breeze weaved through each short hair. He looked down to his hand at the sealed letter with dark red wax vividly displaying the creed's propitious symbol. He took in a deep breath and let the air out slowly. Below his feet lay a great man that will only be known to the Assassins and Templars.
His hand with the letter shook very slightly as he clenched his written words. He kneeled down and set the letter amongst the previous gifts from last week's ceremony and from those who, like him, could not make it to the event in time.
The man then bowed to his mentor as he did the first time he took his hand swearing allegiance to the brotherhood, and said, "Lei non potrà mai essere dimenticato."
Translations:
Requiescat in Pace, fratello mio: Rest in Peace, my brother.
Lei non potrà mai essere dimenticato: You will never be forgotten