Rome was bigger than I thought, Paris had nothing against this grand city.

"Oh Mon Dieu" I whispered to myself as I wandered through the large city. I had no idea where I was going, the Assassin's cause was prominent here, and Italy needed more help than France, if trouble arose, my family would take care of it. The Italian Assassins did not know that I was arriving so I was hoping to create a ruckus in order to find the brotherhood.

After a few moments on the street I was bored, they were too crowded so I slipped into the nearest alleyway, there I flipped up my hood and found a ledge and began my climb towards the rooftops.

Once I reached the top of the houses I was thrown into the heat of the guards in Italy. I scrambled over the top as I stood up a shout from behind sent my senses into a whirlwind, the archer prepared his crossbow but I was too quick for him, I spun around and released a knife from my belt, and sprinted towards the man as he was thrown back from the blow I leapt onto his shoulders and pulled him down to the ceramic roof tiles, I unsheathed my blades and slit the mans throat in one swift motion. As my blades slid back into my bracers I searched the mans body for anything that would help me out in Roma, I found a pathetic amount of florins and some crossbow bolts. I dug my throwing knife out of his body and closed his eyelids with the traditional reposer en paix to respect the dead I also whispered another parting prayer, "Ta mort ne m'apporte pas le plaisir" as I began to sprint towards the next rooftop.


I crouched on the roofs ledge, eyeing the man sprinting across the roof tops towards my direction, my eagle vision told me he was an ally, one to be trusted, but I was wary, I shook my head and slipped into a nearby rooftop garden and watched the man head towards me.

I heard a grunt before I felt the weight of another body on me, I unsheathed my blades and grabbed the man with my legs, turned him over, and held them at his throat. The man was roughly 25, 5 years my senior, muscular, he had deep brown eyes, and long and dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, much like my bright red hair was as well for convenience sake.

"Cazzo." his rough voice broke the silence but not the tension in my muscles, "Mind letting me go?" He smiled.

"pourquoi?" I demanded

"S'il vous plait Mademoiselle Je dois aller."

"I speak english." I accused,"you are wearing assassin clothing, could you help me?"

"of course" the man smiled flirtatiously

"I need to find Ezio Auditore, I came from France to help deal with the Borgia." I ignored his smile and sheathed my blades.

"I can do that."

"montrer la voie." I commanded as I stood up and allowed him to get his bearings.


At first he lead me on the rooftops, he claimed he wanted to see my skill, I showed him my double blades, with the poison darts and pistol, he was impressed. Then he commanded me to perform a leap of faith for him, I did, I remained in the bale of hay I landed in while I waited for my guide. No use in getting lost again, and being unable to help my brothers. Moments later I heard an eagle screech and then I felt his body on top of mine. Grunting we checked our surroundings then leapt out of the cart.

"So what brings a young and beautiful assassin like yourself to Roma? Especially one from France?" He innocently asked.

"Currently the brotherhood is strong in France thanks to my father, he sent me to Roma because your cause here is greater than our own in Paris. The Templars force is greatly weakened in France and the brotherhood is in control of the country. So I came to Roma. I was told Ezio Auditore would be pleased with this information and that I should aid his cause" I replied giving him all the necessary information I was told to give any assassin who came my way.

"He is right, we are at victory for now, but it wont be long until the Borgia's force is overwhelming to our cause." He sighed and turned to me "wait, I do not know your name miss." He leaned against the wall and folded his arms

"Oh Pardonnez-moi messere I am Aigle Theberge á partir de Reims Assassino" I spoke softly as some guards passed us, and mimicked his movements "I do not believe I caught your name Messere" I smirked as our hands grazed, causing the heat to rush to my cheeks.

"I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze." He smiled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the alleyway as several brutish guards passed our way. I gasped, the Mentor was leaning against the wall inches away from my face smirking. My breathing was sporadic as he leaned in for a kiss, just before his lips touched mine I shoved him away and flung a knife towards the guard that were patrolling the alley.

"Merde" Ezio shouted. I laughed and stared at the guards who were now screeching "Assassini! Assassini!" and running towards us as the two of us stood our ground. Ezio cupped his hands together creating a step for me I quickly backed up and sprinted towards his hands, Ezio launched me in the air as I unsheathed my blades and as I landed I forced the blades into the necks of the guards, I looked up to see a brute's sword in my face. I sheathed my blades and let him direct me towards the entrance of the alley, Ezio had gone, the clever bastard, I chuckled darkly.

"Silence Assassino." The guard grunted

"Va te faire foutre, enculé" I spat in his face.

Before he could respond a knife was thrust into his chest, I leaned into his ear and whispered "Ezio Auditore is behind you, you merde embulante." I smiled and pushed him over to face Ezio.

"You are a fiesty one madame." Ezio complimented

"va te faire foutre" I laughed, and followed him towards the Assassins hideout.