My day progressed as any other. Merda, doccia, rasatura, get changed, go to work, sleep, go home… The usual. But, something odd occurred that strange summer evening. As I paced quickly along the alleyways I need to cross to get to my family home, I seemed to attract the attention of a few young teppisti. They approached me quickly, and as I attempted to steer away from them, once pulled out a small pocket knife. He held the cold, steel blade against my throat and whispered in my ear 'Where's your money, old man…?' Scared for my life, I handed the man my wallet, containing around 4500 florins. The man looked inside and whistled unbelievingly. He then handed me two florins and said 'Old man, you need this more than I do.' As the man began to turn around, I saw another man, somewhat older, dressed in a black cloak come towards me. He asked what was going on, in which the two men replied 'Get out of here, bastardo.' The new man then let down his hood and cracked his knuckles. Then teppisti began to get ready, assuming the elder man was wanting a fight on his hands. He then held his arms out by his sides and made a gesture with his hands. Suddenly, to large, patterned blades shot from his wrists. The teppisti saw these blades and froze for a moment. They looked at each other, dropped my wallet and ran. The cloaked man then began to walk away, until he heard my voice ask 'Kind sir, what is your name?'. The man turned around, with a confused expression on his face.
'Ezio..' he reluctantly replied. A grin then appeared on his face as he said. 'Ezio Auditore da Firenze.' The man then continued on his desired path, as he suddenly leapt and grabbed hold of a first floor window ledge. He then leapt once more and grabbed the edge of the small building's rooftop. He pulled himself up, dusted himself down, and looked down at me. He held his hand up and gestured a goodbye to me, and he ran across the city's rooftops. You cannot imagine the look on my face.
'Ezio..' he reluctantly replied. A grin then appeared on his face as he said. 'Ezio Auditore da Firenze.' The man then continued on his desired path, as he suddenly leapt and grabbed hold of a first floor window ledge. He then leapt once more and grabbed the edge of the small building's rooftop. He pulled himself up, dusted himself down, and looked down at me. He held his hand up and gestured a goodbye to me, and he ran across the city's rooftops. You cannot imagine the look on my face.
