Hey guys and girls, (or both), welcome to my evil lair of- I mean, my friendly and possibly depressing story :P My first story on FanFiction, and I'm super hyped. This chapter is just a simple starter, so don't worry, my chapters are a lot longer :3 I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing this. Thanks for looking :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters. They belong to Ubisoft. I own my original characters, and the base of this story
Enjoy!
An old man laid on the ground, his hair white and thick, surprising for someone his age. His face lined with wrinkles and scars, his eyes almost black from lack of sleep. A small smile was on his cracked lips, as he looked at his beautiful wife. She was young and lively; her sharp and delicate features were turning red from tears. Their hands were clasped tightly together, as they spent their last moments together. The moment stilled as his lungs took their final breath, his heart gave its final beat. He looked into her eyes, and gave her his final words.
I love you
She tightened the grip on his hand, as silent tears escaped from her eyes. His chest fell, and his heart stopped, as he was finally at peace. His wife sobbed as she brought her daughter into a tight embrace.
He watched as he left his body, it was a very strange felling to him. It pained him to watch his wife and daughter cry like they did, but soon he was unable to watch as he was moved into a dark room, with nothing but a melting candle in the middle of the floor.
Something is off,
He went to stand up, but it was hard as a sixty five year old. He examined his hands, and watched in surprise as the scars and wrinkles started to disappear. Everything about him started to change, everything was easier to do. His lungs inhaled air without any trouble, and now he was able to stand without a walking stick. He felt, young again.
"Ezio Auditore, I apologize for this strange change in scenery, but it is necessary." Ezio spun around, looking around where he heard the voice.
"Where are you? Show yourself!" He demanded, still looking around the small space for the voice.
"There's no need to fret, child, I will not hurt you."
"Child? I'm not a child. And how am I supposed to believe you?"
"Ah, an explanation would waste too much time, in which you have little in. You must trust me, as I am here to give you something."
"And what is that?"
"A second chance." At that, the candle was gone and Ezio was devoured in darkness. Suddenly, lightning erupted out of the darkness and smacked him in the chest. He groaned, and tried is best to stay awake, but sleep soon enveloped him.