Hey thanks for deciding on giving this a read, This Story begins exactly where the game finishes and i am hoping to give my own account of Ezios life up until the new Assassins creed, feeling in the gaps as it were. Now just to warn you this is primarily a story about Ezio building the brotherhood in Florence and venice etc, however i'm a big EzioXRosa fan so there may be some of that later, and if you ask me to i'll make it for certain ;) anyway enjoy
The light flickered off as the form in front of Ezio disappeared, He stood there a moment dazed and confused. What had the one called Minerva been talking about? What would come off her cryptic warning? And who was this….. Desmond she mentioned? A sharp pain shot through Ezios side, jogging him back from his thoughts into the real world. Quickly wrapping his wound and swallowing some medicine to ease the pain, Ezio left the room what had torn his world apart. It was supposedly this room what the Spaniard, as well as his father, had spent most of their lives and now his, looking for But it had only left Ezio with more questions. He pushed it to the back of his mind and shook his head, there are more important things then 'the ones who came before'. Like the ones who will come after for example
Reaching the top of the stairs the Assassin looked into the pit he had entered, the papal staff still standing in its socket with the Apple resting inside of it. Swiftly crossing into the middle of the dark room Ezio gently pushed the apple out of the hole in the staff and returned it to his pocket. As he did this he looked over at shaking bundle of robes to one side of the pit where the defeated templar lay.
Rodrigo Borgia, or as the common masses and crowds which Ezio hid himself knew him, Pope Alexander the 6th. He was once Ezios greatest enemy, as well as threat but now he lay at the Assassins feet, merely an old man who has had his self importance and reason for living stripped away from him. Ezio turned away from him, every muscle yearning to run to him and plnge his blade into the vile black heart that beats within the Spaniards chest, so that he could feel the pain that the young Ezio felt when he had seen his father and brothers die. However the Assassin restrained himself, Killing him wouldn't bring them back.
To stop the temptation from overwhelming him Ezio turned toward the edge of the pit and braced himself, then ran, leaping the grabbing the side of the pit and finally wincing as he pulled himself up and onto the floor above. After quickly checking the wrappings around his waist and seeing they held, He quickly set off again using the hidden door to get back into the chapel he had came through, climbed a ladder set against some scaffolding and ducked through a gap what led to the outer corridors of the Vatican.
As he made his way through the winding passages, mingling between the monks so the Guards would not notice the shadow slipping by them, Ezios thoughts turned to home, he could not wait to be back to see his uncle Mario and his mother, Leonardo and the other Assassins, even Claudia, as annoying as she could be, would be a welcome sight at this moment. Then his thoughts drifted to Rosa. He had not seen her since the day she had told him that the Spaniard was in Venezia ….not since his Birthday… Ezios trail of thought was lost as he stepped out into the blinding light of the Itallian sun beating down on the gleaming white walls of the Vatican. Ezio smiled as a cool breeze hit his face. The Assassin walked to the edge of the wall and scanned it finding a ledge wide enough for him to stand on jutting from the side of the wall. Stealthily the Assassin dropped onto it and then lunged into the shimmering blue water below him. There was a miniscule splash as Ezio broke the surface of the water again and began swimming towards a small fishing boat moored to a jetty on the river.
As Ezio reached the boat and began to climb on to the top deck a hand extended in front of him, with a glance at the owner of the hand and a smile, he accepted it and pulled himself on to the boat."Honestly mi Amico, we are getting to old for this, I sincerely hope this an end to the matter" Leonardo said calmly, as he was hurriedly untying the ropes mooring the boat to the thin jetty."your right" Ezio replied "to old to be doing this on my own anyway" "what do you mean?" Leonardo asked, throwing the ropes on to the jet and hoisting the small sail on their boat. "I mean old friend, that this old body needs new blood, our order is becoming closer to extinction every day, we need new recruits, fresh blood, What we need is a new Generation of Assassins. I can't do this on my own for much longer, I need help" Leonardo stifiled a grin, "The great Ezio Auditorie, asking for help? I never thought I would see the day" He chuckled again " And who exactly will teach these new recruits?" "Well that's easy" A grin flashed on Ezios face matching the sparkle in his eye "me of course" Leonardo rolled his eyes as he turned to port and Ezio slumped with a lingering smile on his lips and dreaming of the great assassins yet to come.