It happened so fast. Despite it happening three years ago he could remember it like it happened when he walked through the door to the hideout. Carlo da Roma was walking to the market, in the city he was born in, Rome. He wanted to get some food for his dying mother. His story felt so cliché. He was living in Rome, and was dirt poor.

"You're nothing, Carlo everybody in this city is as poor as you. Nobody will ever remember you." He kept telling himself.

When he got to the market some guards stopped him.

"Stop right there you sporco mendicante. You have to pay the fee to enter." Said one of the guards.

"Fee? What fee? I came here last week and there was no fee!" said Carlo, enraged.

The guard farthest to the left drew his sword.

"We said, pay the damn fee or I will cut off your head and send it to your family." Said the biggest guard.

"Bastardo! I am not paying a fee!" Carlo screamed.

The rest of the guards drew their swords and stepped forward. They slowly got closer. Carlo punched the guard closest to him in the face and broke his nose. The guard flew back in pain. His friend next to him grabbed him and shook him.

"Emilio! Are you va bene?"

"No of course I am not va bene you fool! Kill him!" Emilio cried out.

Carlo tried to run but one got him and put a knife up to his neck.

"Say goodbye stronzo!" Emilio said.

Carlo closed his eyes and hoped it would be quick and painless. All the sudden he felt the guard behind him let go.

When he opened his eyes he saw the final guard fall to the ground, dead. He looked up and saw a man in a white hood approach him.

"The liberation of Roma has begun" the man said.

"Blessings upon you lord! You have saved this humble soul! Allow me to follow you!"

He later found out the man who had saved him was no other then Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, Leader of the Italian Brotherhood of Assassins. Carlo trained for years to become an Assassin that was half as good as Ezio. Three years of fighting, killing, liberating, and training. But he never forgot his family. His fellow brothers helped as much as they could to help cure his mother. But it was too late, the poison that was torturing her had finally killed her.