Oh my... it... it's been a while hasn't it? Many things have gone and past, I've become busy with life and school, and I haven't submitted anything here in forever. Ah, well... Accept this corny short I had to write for my Writer's Craft course. Sorry if some things are off, I'm currently playing through Assassin's Creed 2 and haven't finished it yet. I've been on an AC2 kick for a while so it wasn't that much of a surprise when I decided to write about Ezio for this.

Prompt: "Time really doesn't heal; it just blurs things."
Last Line: "That day I/he/she stopped believing in..."

Disclaimer: I don't get why people put these here. It's , I'm pretty sure we all know who and who doesn't own whatever you're writing about. Whatever, I don't own Assassin's Creed. Don't sue me, I'm a penniless artist who lives under a bridge.


Time doesn't really heal; it just blurs things. Ezio thought he was doing himself a favor by killing those responsible for his father and brothers' deaths. He thought he was doing his family a favor by seeking revenge, but was that really all there was to it? Forced to become something he never would have dreamed of becoming, Ezio discovered there was much more to his family's heritage than just the Auditore International Bank. His father was an assassin whose allegiance was sworn to the Assassin Order. They fought for peace and free will, but he was still killed, and the thought of revenge drove Ezio to kill.

Uberto, a traitor, and the man who was responsible for his family member's deaths, was killed by Ezio's own hand, but the Auditore continued to fight when he discovered there was more to the conspiracy than he had first thought. The initial target had been taken care of. Ezio's reason to fight had been extinguished. He could now put down his blade right? No, he couldn't. There was still much more that had to be done. His father and brothers' deaths were gone from his mind when he was awake, but every time he closed his eyes, Ezio could see their faces, twisted in fear and pain. The memories haunted him like ghosts, unwilling to move on and rest in peace. He was not alone though; he still had his mother and sister, his friend Leonardo, and his countless other allies. They kept him sane while he plotted mission after mission, and they provided him with support when he faltered. They kept the ghosts away.

It is said that revenge is sweet, and it definitely is, but the taste does not last. Ezio knew this all too well. Once the satisfaction wore off, the taste turned bitter and lingered; reminding him of what he was trying forget. As he walked the familiar streets of Venezia, Ezio realized he was not just fighting for his own cause anymore; he was fighting for his friends, his family, the Assassin Order, and the safety of Italy. That day Ezio stopped believing in revenge, and, while the deaths of his father and brothers still haunted him, he found the memories a little bit less painful.


Corny isn't it? ^^; The last line really makes it cheesy sounding, but I had to put it in. Anyways, you know the drill; please review and favourite! (if you want)

-CMilk out!