I'll say this now, I'm not sure about the spellings here, but I've tried my hardest, if anyone notices a spelling that isn't right, please tell me, as Microsoft Word doesn't seem to have Italian in it's dictionary :( also, could some one explain the whole point of the phrase "Nothing Is True, Everything Is Permited" Cause I, quite honestly, don't understand it, and I've finished both games...
Walking through the Palazzo, Ezio wondered if his father, Giovanni, and two brothers, Petrucio and Fredrico, would have still been alive if he had told his father about the invite to stay with his uncle for a few days. All Ezio knew, was that there was no time to waste, and he immediately went to his father's study, in the hope of finding some clues as to what happened.
Upon arriving, he noticed that there was no furniture, which hadn't been either damaged, or completely destroyed. Except a painting, in a frame. In the bottom corner, a very faint signature. Ezio couldn't make out what it said, but recognised it from when he helped his mother with an errand earlier in the day.
Leonardo da Vinci's cramped workshop had the look of a disused pigsty, rather than that of an artist. Models were strewn around the space, with more drawings, and sketches of impossible ideas than actual artwork. Leonardo himself was asleep, but his door was open, and an assistant was busy cleaning a small blade, which, as Ezio entered, he quickly withdrew from sight.
"I'm here to talk to Maestro Leonardo…" Ezio said, suspiciously.
"He's asleep idiota, what else would he be doing at this hour?!" the assistant replied.
"I must see him, now," Ezio said, drawing his sword, "and I am more than willing to cut you down to get to him!" at this, the assistant threw down the blade he had been cleaning, and ran towards a small rack of swords.
"I wouldn't advise that, signore." Ezio said, lifting his sword above the assistants head, as the assistant grabbed a long, extremely sharp, sword from the rack.
"Requiescat in Pace!" Ezio shouted, thrusting his sword into the assistants shoulder, killing him.
"Ah, my sword is messed now, Fiflio d'un cane!" as Ezio wiped his sword on a clean part of the assistants clothes, Leonardo walked in from a room connecting to the workshop.
"Ezio…Ma che cazzo?" he said, looking at the assistant, who was, even to his un-trained eye, quite clearly dead.
"He tried to kill me, Ser!" Ezio said, trying to defend himself
"I don't mind, he was new, never helped when he should have. Always sneaking about, caught him in my private study earlier!" Leonardo said, sitting down.
"Ser, I came here not for blood, but for help…" Ezio said, pulling out a piece of codex page from he document pouch.
"What is this?"
"I don't know, I thought you might be able to help me understand it…the writing is foreign, not from Italy, I know that much…" Ezio said, handing Leonardo the page
"Where did you…wait…" Leonardo rushed to a nearby shelf, and picked up a book and brought it back to the desk.
"What is it?" Ezio inquired.
"This page is older than any books I have in my workshop, or any biblioteca in Florence…Perhaps even in all of Italy…"
"So…is it valuable?" Ezio asked, imagining all the grappa he could buy with the amount of fiorini he was thinking he would get.
"Sadly, it's not, well, it's not, unless you can prove what it says, and I'm not too sure my…wait!" Leonardo ran his hand down the book he had gotten from the shelf. "I get it now, it's not that it's older than any books nowadays, well, it is old, but not the oldest thing around…it's the language which is it written in, the language is old…and the text it's self is encrypted…it could take some time to work out what the original text should read…probably even longer still to translate what it says so we can read it…"
"Oh, I don't have that kind of time! I must leave Florence as soon as I can!" Ezio said, pounding his hand on Leonardo's desk in frustration.
"Why, Ezio, is something wrong?" Leonardo said, while he wrote in an illegible scrawl on a sheet of paper.
"Yes…But I'm not too sure what to do, or who to trust, I'm sorry, Ser, but I must leave now, and may not be back soon…"
"Wait…where will you go? When I have worked out what it says, I could send a pigeon to you…or perhaps you could send someone out to return in once it is complete…" Leonardo said, staring at the page of codex
"I will be going to my Uncle's Villa…I should ask him to send someone to retrieve it once it is done…" Ezio replied
"Ok," Leonardo looked up, "It will take between three days, and a week, send someone in two days, in case it takes less time…I will look after him well, fear not."
"Thank you, Leonardo," Ezio said, "My father always told me artists were all useless, and never worked hard enough on a certain painting."
"Did he? I would have thought he would have had a better look on us…there are many aspiring artists in Florence…" Leonardo said
"I don't think he mean insult, but it does seem that Nothing Is True…I should learn to trust what I see, not what I'm told." Ezio said.
"Then it would seem you are saying I am not useless?" Leonardo said, smiling.
"Quite the opposite!" as Ezio passed Leonardo a small bag of fiorini "here, for your expenses, on the man my Zipo will send, I would not want you to loose money, for helping me!"
"Thank you, Ezio, Goodbye."
As Ezio turned to the door Leonardo shouted after him;
"Ezio, here!" he threw the small dagger, which the assistant had been cleaning towards him, "It seems he no longer has use for it..." as he said this, he looked towards the dead assistant, "I imagine that carpet will need to be…disposed of…"
"Sorry about that, Leonardo, and thank you…for everything"
So, that was my first attempt at an assassin's creed story…please review and I will be doing a little "dictionary" of a sort, with the Italian words and what they are in English, but I've not got the time right now, I'll keep updating the dictionary, too, when new words are used :) just so anyone who hasn't played the game, or wants to know what is being said, can know.