Assassins Creed: PassageThroughTime

Characters: Ezio Auditore, Leonardo Da Vinci, Lorenzo, Niccolo, Piero and Serena De Luca

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Note: Anything incased […] is either a thought or translation from a character.

Rated: M – Contains content suitable for mature teens and older.

Disclaimer: The only characters/work I take claim to are Serena De Luca and her family.

Summary: The story takes place before Ezio begins his journey to Spain in 1488, searching for the monk who had taken the Apple of Eden.

Serena De Luca is the daughter of Niccolo De Luca - a Templar and agent for Dr. Warren Vidic, hell-bent on destroying all that Ezio is fighting for… and obsessed with his death. His dark dreams have led him to creating a machine, capable of opening a portal in time, Ezio's time! If Ezio is killed, then the path to controlling humanity will be open to the Templar's... or so Niccolo believes!

Trapped and without aid, Serena is left with no other choice but to carry out the orders her brothers and father present her with. That is until she discovers what her father has brought back through the portal… Ezio, Ezio Auditore Da Firenze! Will Serena uncover her father's dastardly plan, in time to save Ezio and return him to his own time? Or will time run out for both Ezio and Serena?

Prologue: Present Day

"Is the device complete father?"

Wordlessly he replied with a subtle nod, his thoughts were less upon the device and more upon his daughter. He hadn't seen her in quite some time, and was beginning to inquire as to her whereabouts.

"Dove è che stupida ragazza?" [Where is that stupid girl?] He thought aloud, a seething rage enveloped the dark recesses of his heart, and soon became visible in his eyes. "Go my son, find her and bring her to me!"

San Vincenzo, Central Forlì: 1488

He could feel the adrenaline surging through his veins, bringing about a new strength to his weary limbs. As he sped across the cobblestone streets, his keen ears could hear the lead soldier's commands.

"Faster you idiots, he is getting away!"

There were many men who possessed some skill with a blade, and who were swift upon there feet, but he was no ordinary man. He was treacherous, and his abilities unfaltering in accuracy. To many, he was not simply an assassin but an angel of death, a shrouded ghost, and to some a savior! He was unstoppable in every aspect – calculated to end lives!

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze.

Ahead lie an alleyway - the guards had cornered him in a dead end. It would be the greatest of ease, scaling the walls and bringing himself upon the clay rooftops – but the circumstances were not usual. He was injured and bleeding… badly! He hadn't noticed until now, the knife wound he had sustained earlier to the abdomen had reopened.

He came to the dead end - abruptly stopping to face the guards who had been perusing him. Of the guards, one swung his sword fiercely, the edge of the blade missing Ezio by mere inches. His agile fingers gripped the hilt of his sword, drawing it from his hip, deflecting the guard's attack. He raised a leg, his knee coming in contact with the guard's chest, the sound of shattering bone resounding in the air. The guard now doubled over in pain, Ezio took the opportunity and swiftly sliced the skin of the guard's throat – a plume of blood spurting through the air.

"You will die assassino!"

Ezio turned to acknowledge the threat that came from behind him, the second guard showing no capitulation in his attack. Sheathing his sword, Ezio flitted beside him, grasping tight the guard's shoulder, and then plundering his hidden blade deep between his eyes. The guards that remained now shook violently in both fear and shock, disbelieving what their eyes had just witnessed. They surrendered their weapons to the cobblestone streets, and fled from the alleyway, pleading for mercy.

Now alone, Ezio stumbled backwards, his backside coming in contact with the wall – the rush of adrenaline had left his body, leaving him in a state of exhaustion. He turned and pressed the damp skin of his forehead against the cool wall, fighting to catch his breath. The aftermath of each battle left him in an identical state, a state that would eventually take its toll.

Ezio stood erect with the full intent to leave the alley – a small glowing light, seeming to appear from nowhere diverted his attention. It hovered eyelevel and emitted a low hum of sound, and for a moment Ezio would have sworn he heard the whisper of his name. Approaching the orb with caution and with slight trepidation, he reached out to touch the light. Before the tips of his fingers could make contact with the light, it burst, taking with it both itself and Ezio… the assassin had vanished!