Summary: A small one-shot on Maria Auditore's thoughts after her husband and sons execution.
a/n: I just had the idea of how Maria must have felt through the long time she knelt there praying...never moving...and probably a worrying sight for Ezio and Claudia to see their strong mother break down like that. But, anyways I wrote this short one-shot out of boredom really. x.x
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of the characters, etc. They belong to Ubisoft. =P
I remember how it used to be - when my life seemed worth living.
You never told me it would happen like this. No – not like this...
When I thought our life was to change, when you threw down your blades and soothed my worries... I was glad - no - not just glad, I had hope and happiness for the future ahead.
Now I feel only sadness and pain for what I have lost.
You were taken from me and our sons were taken with you.
And I will never stop mourning, praying, hoping you will hear me.
I kneel before many eagle feathers – Petruccio's feathers that Ezio, so graciously brings me. I feel weak, unable to look upon my own son - afraid to see the white assassin that I fell in love with all those years ago. The angel of death that showed me the light...I am afraid to see you, my darling, Giovanni.
I am a widower, now also praying for my living son. Hoping he will hear me.
Before it is too late.