The darkness starts to overtake the city of Roma as night descends upon Italia. If you were to walk through the streets of the magnificent city you would hear people settling down to rest, and the drunks yowling from the taverns. Nothing really happened in Roma since the Borgia took over….Since the Templars took over. All in all, it was a night full of peace and serenity.
Suddenly there was a distant sound of hooves hitting the cobblestone streets. Guards rushed into the palazzo in front of the Pantheon. "Where has the Assassin gone?" one shouts. "I've lost sight of it!" cries another. A third guard is about to turn around to check a bale of hay when he saw a flash of white above the Pantheon. "Shhhhh…. I seem to have discovered our cunning little friend." He whispered to the others. Sure enough, there was a mass of white and red perched precariously on a ledge. The next moment it started to fall towards the earth, and landed in a cart of cherry blossom petals. A rather lean, tall figure emerged, wearing the colors of an assassin. Slowly, the figure approached the group of guards. This one was bold, very bold. The guards stood frozen in fear, afraid that if they moved, the assassin would strike.
"Oh, well aren't you a handsome bunch. Mi Dispiace, but I cannot let you escape, let alone live."
The three men stood in shock from what they had just heard. A voice like silk flowed from underneath the hood, and yes, the assassin was in fact a woman. The men had heard about this one. Supposedly she was one of the most deadly assassins and that she could kill you just by touching you. Still unable to move, the guards stood mouths agape, staring at the assassin.
Suddenly a loud shot rang through the air and the guards looked towards the assassin. She had not moved an inch and somehow took the life of a guard. The two remaining men watched their comrade collapse into a puddle of his own blood. "Tell, t-t-t-t-tell Ghita to take care of the c-c-c-c-children for me….." he whispered. Then he took his final breath before moving on.
"Mio Dio!" one of the guards cried, "She is the spawn of the devil and with kill us all with her sorcery!" Little did the two guards know that there was an assassin standing in an alley with his arms crossed. He had shot the fear stricken guard. He smiled to the female standing in the palazzo and gave her a curt nod. She returned the gesture, and as he sprinted into the night he cried "Insieme per la vittoria!"
"So much for sorcery." She murmured before she sprung into action. She flicked her wrist and her hidden blade slid out of its sheathe. The assassin flipped her body over one of the guards and stuck her blade right into the back of his neck. His warm blood oozed onto her hand and she grinned. She loved how it felt to have the blood of an enemy run through her thin fingers. She let the body drop and turned to the other guard. He was sprinting away towards a patrol. As quickly and quietly as she could, the assassin climbed a building and followed her target. He was panting like a dog, and screaming for help. He was just about to round a corner when the assassin pounced from the roof, and swiftly broke the guard's neck. "Requiescat in pace" she whispered into her victim's ear. The assassin walked away her robes caked with dirt, and her sleeves and bracers covered in blood. She chuckled silently to herself as she walked down the silent streets back to the assassin's guild.