Requiescat in Pace

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Assassin's Creed or anything associated with the series.

Author Notes: So we all know how it goes: Templars are taking over the world, Assassins are trying to stop them. I have to put that here in case one of you crazies have not played Assassin's Creed. I'll let you read the rest for yourself, but a few key notes:

First off- I will be using a bit of Italian in the dialogue (just like the game). I'm trying my best to learn the language so if I say something incorrectly, please let me know. Translations are at the end of every chapter!

Secondly- Different points of view will be marked by lines in the text.

Reviews are always welcome (and preferred; so I know if you enjoy the story or not :D)


Un Lupo e un Corvino

He touched her cheek gently but pulled away before she could wake to know it was him. But he secretly wished her to know. But why would she ever want to know. And Adriano only ever wanted what she wanted. Evelina was the world and he was the pebble on the roadside. Forever he would remain a shadow in her light, forever a love once found and but never returned.

Adriano pulled the uniform cap back over his unkempt hair, tucked behind him in a ponytail. He ducked out her window and with one final glance, he was gone. A shadow in the darkness, the darkest monster of the night. As he ran, he looked up at the clouds stretching across the sky, rain weeping from God's sympathy. But how could God have sympathy for someone as vile as he? As any who sided with ones who malformed the innocent and corrupted the uncorrupted.

He did not need love.

But that was a lie; a lie told once and a thousand times.

Still he ran. From what he did not know. The rain? No, the rain was comforting. Evelina? No, she could not know he'd been there as he had been so discreet. The assassins surrounding the supposed hideout? No, once again he had been silent as an…assassin.

No. Adriano ran from himself; who he wished to be and who he was- all at once. He was a templar- something he did not want to be. He was in love- something he did not want to be. He was this and so much more.

And still he ran.


She awoke, startled. By what she did not know. The drapes swung violently about her open window as rain poured in. Evelina grasped the sheets around her and stepped lightly across the damp floor to close the glass barricade against the rest of the world. A single sheet of glass protecting her from whatever fears were implanted into her mind as far back as she could remember.

Her father was a banker. A simple man with an important job, she was always told. Her brother was a messenger for her father; yet another simple man with a significant role in society. Her mother… never discussed. It was said to be left alone- she was gone and that was all. Perhaps that was why she was sheltered from everything. Bloodshed, radical behavior, ill language, and many thing she knew her father and brother encountered quite often.

Evelina wanted to open up; she wanted to learn. Maybe one day her father would understand that keeping her alive and dead at the same time was not healthy, sane, or necessary. She needed to be free.

The broken girl touched her cheek. It felt…cold.

Making up her mind, Evelina walked down the stairs to her father's wing. She was never allowed to enter, but he was surely asleep- he would not mind what he can't find. She peeked around the corner and silently stepped into a large room with shelves of weapons: swords, daggers, and other items hung on the walls and sat in cases placed about the room.

One item in particular caught the girl's attention. A gauntlet, it seemed, with a blade attached. Evelina ran her finger along the leather bindings and soon snatched it from its case. She carefully situated it on her arm, adjusting the bindings to fit her tiny forearms. She was 17 years of age but never left the comfort of her abode to use any strength. She never needed to. But she wanted to.

Evelina examined the apparatus attached to her arm, wondering how it worked. She flicked her wrist back and to her surprise, the blade swung out. She analyzed it, taking in its glimmer and divine creation.

"So this is what Padre has been hiding from me," she whispered to the blade.

"Evelina?"

Her eyes grew wide as her father rounded the corner into the armory.

"Evelina, what are you-… and what are you doing with that!" he shouted at her.

"Please, Padre!" she begged, attempting to undo the bindings. "I was only driven by curiosity! You-…you should not have hidden this from me for so many years! I trusted you!" she yelled, shaking the arm apparatus in her grasp.

Her father's face dropped. She knew that he understood why she disobeyed.

A thoughtful expression crossed Signore Auditore's worn and weathered face. So many unnamed battles filled the lines of his scars. Evelina never knew what he really was and was always questioning. Now, she had found the key and held it, undone in her left hand.

"Yes. And now I must return the favor." He looked away from his daughter, staring off into the distance. "I have been hiding you from this for so many years and, I admit, it has been difficult. I wanted so much to tell you, to introduce you to the real Auditore family." The saddened father turned back to his mesmerized daughter. "Now, despite my doubts, I believe you are ready. Ready to carry on the legacy, fight the battles, and win once and for all against our enemies." He stood up and began to walk away. "You will begin training tomorrow- no exceptions."

Evelina's face lit up with excitement. "Sì, padre! I will be there…or…where will I meet you?"

Signore Auditore turned around, "In the sparing ring, of course." With that, he stepped out of sight.

Confused and simultaneously thrilled, Evelina raced to her bedroom and threw herself into the bed, desperately trying to sleep so the day would come sooner.


The sopping wet guard trudged through the barracks gates and into his quarters. He tossed his clothes to the side and pulled on some trousers to sleep in. Crashing onto to his bed, the only image left in his mind was the silent, sleeping Evelina. And this was all he wished to see.


Padre - Father

Sì – Yes