RE-DOOOOO, YAAAY! Yeah, so I was only nine chapters into this story and I'm already going to re-do it. I just wasn't that impressed with it when I went back and read through it again, so I decided to change things up a bit..ya' know, make the story more..enjoyable? Xiomar will still be in the story, so for people that actually like him, don't worry about that. (ANOTHER RE-DO WITHIN THE FIRST CHAPTER, O MAH GAWD!) Okay, so I decided to just start the story off with..automatically being Zita. Like I've said, I am a n00b at fan-fictions, so this will be an easier sort of approach for me. I hope you guys enjoy this :)
Disclaimer: No I don't own Assassin's Creed 2, or Ubisoft..STOP TEASIN' ME!!
-Prologue-
"Mamma! Mamma! Look at what I found!" A small girl held a white feather up to her mother, grinning from ear to ear.
Her mother tilted her head, gently plucking the feather from the girl's hand. She gazed at it, "A feather?," she chuckled, "what would you need this for, mio figlio?"
The girl shrugged, "Maybe I could use it to write to someone!"
"And who would that someone be?"
The girl stared up at her mother, tapping her chin with her little finger, brows furrowing in concentration. Her mouth opened wide and she giggled, "I could write to papa sometime soon!".
The older woman smiled warmly, before patting the girl on her head. She bent down and held the feather out to her, "Little Zita, what would you write to him, exactly?" she asked.
Zita was quick to answer, "I'd write to him to tell him how much I miss him," She grabbed the feather from her mother's hand, staring at it intently before looking back up at the woman, "and how much I love him."
The mother stood there, still smiling, and it grew just as her daughter's grin had.
"Zita?"
"Yes, Mamma?"
"You're father would love that. Very much so, I know he would."
"Really?"
The woman nodded, "Yes, he really would."
Zita lowered her head, and grabbed her mother's hand.
"And, Mamma..does papa miss me and love me just as much?"
Her mother looked at her, gripping her daughter's hand tightly.
"Yes, Zita. He does..very much."