"Don't retreat. Reload." ~Sarah Palin
Prologue..
Nalia walked slowly through the hallways, exploring the complex with conflicting emotions. Emotions of curiosity, anxiety and any other emotion that got her blood pumping. She pursed her onyx-colored lips, finding no result in her search for the correct room. Eventually, Nalia came to a rest on the staircase linking the second and third floor. The hallways buzzed with the other students. Nalia made a wild guess that she was not the only student lost on the Campus.
The Italia Assassin Academy was a new start for Nalia. After tracing her family tree back, she found that her earliest roots led to the Auditore family, making her a descent of Ezio. At first, Nalia was pleased in hearing this. But the icy tendrils of anxiety eventually rooted in her gut.
Nalia looked up, as she had found a group of males giving her glances. She slightly tilted her head downwards, ignoring what seemed to be either appreciative stares, or Seniors singling out a Freshman to "initiate." She looked up again, but the group of boys were focused on another student. Nalia breathed a sigh of relief, before gripping her books a bit. What are they planning..? Nalia thought. She stood up, now rushing frantically, trying to act as if she knew what she was doing, or looking for a familiar face.
Eventually, Nalia arrived at her destination. Classroom 172. Her new homeroom. "I wonder what the new students are like? A bunch of Seniors looking to make my life here hell..?" Nalia muttered. She swung open the door, to find all stares on her. Her spine tingled with a slight nervous spasm.
Welcome home, Nalia..