Chapter 1

The guard flailed about, injected with poison. I decided to be merciful, and ended his life with one of my knives. That was my mistake. The man's fellow sentry became suddenly aware of my presence.

Speaking of me, my lineage may be familiar to you. My mother's name is Claudia, but she is not the famous one. It is my late uncle, Ezio, which my family is known for. And like him, I am an Assassin.

I, Cristoforo Moretti, follow in my uncle's path, freeing those in danger. I, almost single-handedly, keep all of Italia safe, as the leader of the Order. But enough about myself. Back to the story at hand.

The guard charged me, but I sidestepped him. I drew my boomerang and threw it. It hit the guard in the head, and then swiftly returned to me. I caught the weapon and put it in its sheath.

I used my hidden gun to take out the guard in the tower to my left, which I began to climb. Unfortunately, several more guards piled into the main room. I drew my sword, and began to slash at my enemies. Soon, its gleaming silver blade was covered in the deep red of blood. I sheathed my sword and drew my dagger, which I then used to clear the room with grim efficiency. I climbed nimbly out the window and on to the platform about a meter below the sill. I cleared my mind of all doubts, and then began the jump into a bale of hay, one hundred feet below.

I got into the hay without a ton of pain, but with lots of fear. I jumped on to the wall behind me, and began to run along the top of the castle gate. With my uncle's hookblade, I assassinated the captain below me. After I did this, I scampered up the tower to light the signal fire. I jumped into the same hay bale, and then escaped the castle grounds.

I ran over to my captain, also my brother, Ezio. I bet you can figure out who he is named for. "Get mother and our sisters back to our den in Roma!" I shouted to him.

"Capisco." He replied.

Now that that was taken care of, I went over to check the casualty report. We lost 13 Assassins in the battle, but the Templars lost over a hundred of their men to our blades.

I stayed in Firenze for a month, maybe two, and then took my horse, Altair, to the Roma den. I walked in, and then went upstairs, looking for my family. I walked into the room, and laid my eyes on my mother and siblings. After this visit, I realized that it very well may have been my last time. "Cristoforo," my mother began. "Your uncle, Ezio, he's not dead. He lives with Aunt Sofia in Constantinopoli, where they run the bookshop. I know this may seem like a lot to take in, but I need you to process it quickly. There is something I need you to do. Your Order, though you do not realize it, is crumbling. Your uncle still discreetly runs the branch in Constantinopoli, one of the last uncorrupted branches. I need you to deliver this letter to him. Tell him that I hope it will change his mind. I hope I can trust you for this. It is extremely important. Will you do this for me?"

For quite a while, at least five minutes, I stood there silently with a look of pure bewilderment upon my face. I slowly regained composure, then replied, "Yes mother. I can and will do this for you."