Lora Jackson gathered with her dorm mates at the window. Guards were setting up the gallows in the front yard of Bloor's Academy. Lora gasped as she saw who were being hanged: her mom, dad, and twin little brother and sister. Lora bit her lip. She tugged at her hood and turned to her best friend, Amelia Marston.
"Amelia," she said, "I need to save my family."
"But how? You'll be seen."
Lora pointed right below the dorm window, "See that haystack down there? Well, I put that there years ago and, amazingly, no one has bothered to move it. Once I get down there, I'll blend with the crowd."
Amelia understood what her friend was going to do, but more questions formed in her head, "Where are you going to go?"
Lora shook her head, "I'm sorry, Amelia," she replied sadly, "But I can't tell you that. I don't want Manfred to hypnotize you and then find out the information," she paused, "There is one occasion that I would come back to London for."
"What's that?"
"Sorry, but I can't tell you that either. Good-bye, Amelia." Lora and Amelia hugged for the last time, and Lora did a Leap of Faith into the haystack below. As she was blending in with the crowd, Lora was quite grateful for her hood, so no one would see her tears as her four-year-old brother and sister cried out her name. Then silence…
"No!" She screamed.
The guards heard it, "The Assassin, get her!" Lora ran, killing any guard that got in her way. As she was running, something surprised her; Lora's Eagle Vision didn't mature. Eagle Vision matures when the worst thing that will ever happen in your life occurs. What could be worse than losing my whole family? Lora thought. Lora's maid could predict little bits of the future. She had told Lora that her Eagle Vision would mature over a boy. At the time Lora just laughed. Her, dating? Fat chance.
Lora had ran out of the clutches of Templar guards for a year since the death of her family. She only stopped once she had gotten on a boat that took her to Venezia (Venice).
When Lora got to Venezia, she checked out some wanted posters, "500,000 florins. Nice," she grinned. Lora pulled down the wanted poster, tore it to pieces, and through it in a wastebasket. Lora searched Venezia for a place to stay while taking wanted posters down. Finally she found a place she was looking for: a theater called The Stella.