Hi, guys, this is the first time I publish a fanfiction, I hope you guys enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, just my OC.
Florence, Italy, 1476
It was a common day in Florence, the weather was nice, and the people were full of joy, the carnival was coming in a few days. In the richest part of the town, the party had already began, the streets were crowded, everyone was dancing, laughing, having fun, and, in the middle of all that, a short and fat man, bald, but with a long beard, dressed like a member of nobility was walking, with six guards around him. He stopped at a merchant that was selling fruits and took some fruits, and started to eat, as he continued to walk.
"Hey, you didn't pay for that!" The merchant screamed, but, soon after that, a guard punched him in the face and, with his sword, he quickly destroyed all the other fruits, and also the stall that the merchant had. The noble man laughed, and walked toward a church, where he entered, leaving two guards at the door on the outside.
He continued to go on inside the church, leaving the other four guards in front of a door, and then entering the room. Inside, he saw a large table, with other men dressed like him, but with less fancy clothes. He sat on a chair in the middle of the table, and everyone looked at him as he begun to talk.
"So, how is it going with the preparations for the carnival?" A tall man, with a scarf around his neck, preventing anyone from seeing his nose and mouth, closed his eyes as he begun to talk.
"Everything is fine. We have tripled the amount of guards looking for the assassins, there's no way that they could ruin everything again."
"Well, then..." The fat man laughed, and then sighed "Gentleman, we must…" Before he could end his sentence, the guards that were protecting the church started to scream, and some shots could be heard. Everyone looked at the door, as a guard entered the room, screaming.
"Assassin! There's an assassin out there!" All of the men on the table, except the fat one, quickly stood, taking a sword in hand and got out of the room. The fat man looked at the guard.
"And you? What are you waiting for? Go there and protect me too!" As he said, he slowly turned again to the table. The guard said nothing, and closed the door, walking slowly toward the man, that, hearing the footsteps, looked to the guard again, but all that he saw was a tall man, with a white hood covering his face, coming out of the guard clothes. The "guard" raised his left hand, making a knife appear from his wrist, and, without saying anything, he quickly aimed to the man and attacked, piercing his skin, and moving his blade around the man's neck, using the other hand to shut his mouth.
After that, he took four golden rings of the right hand of the dead man, and, after hearing footsteps on the hall, he aimed to the highest window of the room. He jumped on the table, and started to run, jumping again and holding himself on a block in the wall, using other blocks to reach the window, breaking it in the moment that the many men entered the room.
He escaped, hearing the sound of the men that just entered the room cursing him, as he slightly smiled and ran through the roofs of the houses of Florence. After some time walking, he jumped to the ground, where the fruit merchant was. The man was sitting in the ground, crying and babbling "Those nobles... They think that they can do everything!"
The man with the hood bent down, and took the crying man hand, giving him the rings. "That should cover the damage, and even more. Don't worry, that man will never bother you again."
The man in the ground looked at the rings, and turned to thank the man, but all that he saw was a shadow in the roof, that quickly vanished.
So, that was the Prologue, hope you enjoyed. Leave reviews and rate if you liked.
