Hi this is my new story. This is a story of the daughters of Ezio Auditore. None of their family died, not even Petricco. But everything still played out the same, you'll get used to it. I hope. The main characters are bassed off my two best friends, Kathryn and Aisling, and I.
I'm Alessa (Alex) Auditore who is 8 years old, Kathryn is Isabella (Ella) Auditore who is 6 years old,
Aisling is known as Amelia (Amy) is 10.

This is only book one an introuction really, a long one. This is mainly their childhood until they return home to Italy. Enjoy!

LOVE AINE!

The magnificant city of Florence was a buzz of commotion, a blur of colour, streets black with people. Just like every other day. But for one person, one little girl, everything seemed peaceful. Normal, until the booming voices of angered gaurds in the streets. The yells of Templar gaurds rang through the streets bringing the calmness of the city crashing rampaged through the crowd, cursing and spitting in aggrivation. Several times jumped high in the air reaching for a ledge, that held their target but falling and thumbling to the ground, much to the amusment of the on-looking crowd, then staggering back up onto their feet and trying again. People would stop mid stride to stare at the show the Templar gaurds were putting on to reach the two small figures leaping and twirling from roof to roof, house to house, stall to stall. People stared in awe and wonder at the skill the two young people possessed.

Alessa Rozangela Auditore lay back letting the sun caress her skin. The hood of her small novice robes thrown back from her face. Her waist length dark brown almost black hair lay around her seeming as a halo around her head. Some locks fall off the edge flowing down in soft waves. She relaxed on one of the many viewing points her father had shown her. A ledge stuck out from a tall tower over-looking the water. Her favourite place throughout Florence.

Her sisters couldn't climb this far up. Isabella seen as too young and Amy just wasn't a fan of heights. A small laugh escaped her lips at the thought of her sisters. They had been free-running, just for fun like every other day but ended up getting split up. Her mind shifted to what they might be doing now. Getting in trouble or arguing, the usual. They didn't have actual arguments, as her dad and she put it they had very 'mature' disagreements (well if mature means always ended in a poke war, then yes they were mature). The last she remembered was Amy chasing Ella up a street yelling at her to give her her apple back. A common agrument the two often had: food. It would start normally then excalate and suddenly they are poking each other back and forth, again and again. When this happened she just rolled my eyes and continued at what she was doing. She hoped they stayed out of trouble, not that there was much chance of that. They normally stayed out of trouble but she had a feeling this wasn't one of those times.

Then the shouts from the streets below reached her ears. Rising from her position she threw back up her hood and crept to the edge looking down below. She just barley saw that there was a large gathering of gaurds rushing through the streets. Her shoulders fell back and she let out an impatient sigh. 'Not again.' Turning on her heel and dashed forward, leaping off the edge, preforming a perfect leap of faith. Just like her father had shown her over and over again. Even though her and her sisters were young, they were talented. They were naturals and it confused their family.

Often when they showed amazing skill, their family would have a meeting in their office leaving the girls to do their own thing. They never said anythng to them but the girls saw the shock, surprise and confusion on their faces, eating away at them. They felt like freaks. Their brothers hadn't been able to use bows and arrows or even do a leap of faith, until they were at least twice Isabella's age.

Alessa's pov.
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I dived into the water, no splash to indicate I was there. I swam back to the land making sure not to be spotted and then, replacing my hood over my head covering half my face, I sped off in search of my sisters. Which shouldn't be very hard as the yells and shouts of the angered men still rang throughout the streets. Dodging people to and fro, I flew through the crowd. I came to a halt at a large gathering of by-standers watching the gaurds try reach a young girl, who was climbing a building towards another girl who seemed to be throwing apples at the gaurds. 'Why?' was the first thought that came into my head. I didn't ponder on it too long as the younger girl, my little six year old sister, had reached the other girl, our older 10 year old sister Amelia, though if you call her that she will rip your head off. Literally, it isn't hard to imagine with her. Amy threw one of the last apples then spun on the spot and ran for it, Isabella just at her heels.

"Crap" I muttered. I was going to lose them if I didn't go now.

So I dashed in the direction they had been heading. I eventually I took a large leap forward into he air gripping losely onto a bare flag pool swinging myself up into a crouch. I climbed some more hoping to get higher. It was usually easier to spot them from high up. Unfortunately, I saw not a hair of them. I took my time getting down and finally found my feet back on the ground.

I jogged down the road, the sun beating down on the back of my robes. But I was used to it. Then I swore I saw two figures leap of a building to another. Rolling my eyes, I picked up my pace and went after them once more, only this time to run right into someone.

That someone happened to be my Uncle Fedireco. I gave him a hand back to his feet. He had a mischevious smirk on his face, which told me he knew my sisters were at it again.

"You're losing your touch, Zio Fedireco" I exclaimed, the smirk on his face just grew.

"Well I wouldn't say that" he laughed. I rolled my eyes again, yeah I do that alot, especially when it comes to my family as most are very impatient, have a sick sense of humor and a short temper. Well I didn't get the impatient gene. But my sisters sure did. A let out a short laugh then returned my gaze to my uncle. He still was quiet young, the life of an assassin helped with that. In my family nearly everyone had a favourite. For the men, it was Isabella for Fedireco, Leonardo Da Vinci for Amy and I was Dad's. It wasn't unfair or anything, we just had more in common. Though my mother and Aunt Claudia definately had soft spots for our two older brothers, Niccolo and Enrico otherwise known as Nico and Rico, the Auditore twins, both were 15, but they looked nothing alike.

Then I realised I had been caught up in my thoughts and bumping into Zio, that I had lost the girls. I let out a groan of frustration.

"Whats wrong?" Federico asked, but by his amused tone of voice he knew what was up. So I simply sent a glare his way. He laughed once more.

"You know those two, they'll show up when they want to be found and then they'll just fall out of the sky, like-" but his words were cut off by a yell of surprise from above us.

Well thats the first part. I know its not very long, but what I have written is and I only break it up when I start typing it up so its hard to judge and I don't have a word counter. I really want to hear your thoughts or questions. I know my spelling is terrible and I'm not the best at grammer so I try my best. I would like to ask to check out my best friend and sister at heart's, - Isabella Auditore as she is writing an awesome 'Gone' book series fanfiction and is also planning a new assassins creed story. I can't wait!

Well this story is brought to you by;

Aisling, Kathryn and me, ine. Thanks for reading.