Ezio Auditore sat down on the perch. The view of Rome at dawn was simply mersmerizing from the top of the Colloseum. It was these tiny moments of peace that he truly sought. His duties towards the Order kept him busy day and night. An eagle soared by, looking for prey. Ezio watched the eagle circle around for a while, his mind travelling to different directions. For some reason, this calmed him. He sat there for almost an hour, basking in the morning sun. Hundreds of feet below him he could see civilians walk about their business. His efforts against the Borgia had been successful. Rome was under the peaceful guidance of Della Rovere, Pope Pius III. His recruits were currently spread all around Rome, gathering information on remaining Borgia supporters, driving out Templars as best as they could. Ezio unhooked a pouch in his belt. He unwrapped it and gazed at the apple. The apple pulsed and vibrated in his hand. Suddenly, it created a massive pulse of energy. Shocked, Ezio lost his balance and slid off the perch. It had happened so fast that he could not manage to grab hold again. He fell as if in slow motion.
Not like this. After all he had accomplished, Ezio Auditore, the legendary Master Assassin was about to die by falling. He could not think of a more ridiculous reason to die. The apple slid from his hand just as Ezio closed his eyes, bracing for impact. Only he landed on water, water! He swam up to the surface, in a daze and looked around him. He wasn't in the Colloseum anymore, hell, he wasn't even in Rome. As he swam to the surface, he saw that he had fallen into a river. The river was flowing through a jungle. No way was he in Rome, the Tiber river in Rome was populated by harbors on both sides. This river was wide and crystal clear. The woods were green and dense. The sun was just rising and the water sparkled. Where the hell was he? Ezio looked around for the apple, he dived back into the river and scoured the bushes growing around the river bank. Panic was slowly settling in. Just then Ezio heard a rustle behind him. He whirled around with inhuman speed, flicking his wrist, the hidden blade sliding out of the bracer. Only years of assassin training and honed instincts allowed Ezio to register the arrow that flew toward him. He sidestepped and caught the arrow with his other arm. He saw the man who had fired the arrow. He was perched on a branch of a tree some 20 foot away, another arrow already nocked in his bow, his arm hanging in midair with indecision. Ezio seathed the hidden blade and with practiced ease, he locked the pistol on the bowman. Just then, Ezio heard the thundering of hooves. He looked sideways to see around 20 men, wearing red garbs, mounted on horses and riding towards him.
He quickly turned around to check on the bowman only to find out that he was no longer there. Confused, Ezio turned to the horsemen. They were carrying long spear like weapons on their backs. Before he could react, the men came to a halt. One of the man called out to him in an English accent,
" You there! Have you seen a suspicious man pass by around here? He is wearing a white hood and carries a bow with him."
"Not that I know of, no." Ezio replied. He wanted to find this hooded bowmen himself. He wanted to talk to this skilled person himself, for it had been a long time since anyone had managed to sneak up on Ezio like that.
"Alright then. Keep your eyes open. We received word that an assassin was spotted in these areas." Another man replied.
Ezio composed himself and nodded. The men gave his clothes one last look and turned around, riding back the way they came. An Assassin? Ezio thought to himself. But that was impossible. Why would any of his recruits fire at him? He looked around his surroundings, a sense of unease creeping up on him. He decided to find an inn. Perhaps he would find some answers there. Also, he realized that he was very hungry. He came upon an inn called "The one eyed fish". On the Board were the words:
FINEST ALE IN ALL OF LEXINGTON. ESTABLISHED IN 1763 AD.
Merda thought Ezio.