Desmond Miles crept across the wooden floor of the hideout to the Animus 2.0. He slid himself into it, trying his best to be as quiet as possible.
"If I can replay Altair's memories...wouldn't I be able to..." He mumbled. Ever since playing with his memories, Desmond had been lying awake in bed at the thought of Giovanni, Federico, and Petruccio, Yet just now had he gathered up the courage to fix it.
At the moment it really didnt matter what this would change in history, if anything. He couldn't stop seeing their faces at night, but he didnt know why. Regardlesss, It had to end. Desmond hadnt slept in forever because of it.
"Okay, Ezio..." He said to himself as he realized how to switch on the Animus, "let's fix your life, shall we?"
Chapter One
Animus start-Sequence 1: Friends of the Family-replay...
"Ezio! Fratello, get up! Mamma wants to talk to you." The rude awakening made Ezio groan. He sat up slowly and turned to his brother.
"Petruccio..." he groaned. The light in his room was extremely bright, forcing him to want to close his eyes again and fall back asleep. Why did his brother have to wake him up?
Then sudden realization came upon him. His eye's widend.
"Petruccio! Dio Mio!" "What's wrong, Ezio?" Petruccio had this innocent look on his face, so much so it almost drove his brother to tears.
Whats going on? How did this happen? 'It's not possible...' Ezio thought.
"Brother?"
"Petruccio..." Ezio looked at his little brother, tears sitting in his eyes and a genuine smile shown broad on his face. Slowly he put his hands on his brother's shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
"Uh...Ezio? Are you okay?"
"Just...go back to bed, Petruccio. I'll see you a little later, okay?"
"Um, ok..." With a swift motion Petruccio was out of his big brother's room.
Ezio turned turned his head away from the doorway and lowered it, his smile dropping. He gently pounded his fists against his head.
"Gah...get it together, Ezio! This isn't real...it's a dream..."
Of course, he could be wrong, but how could he prove it to himself? All this was just so unreal. Reluctantly, Ezio got up from his bed and headed downstairs. The entire way down he kept his eyes closed and his hand on his head, trying to put all the pieces together. Unexpectedly, he collided with something.
"Ezio? Are you alright?" A familiar voice spoke. Ezio quickly looked up. He lept to his feet when he locked eyes with the other person.
"I-I..."
"You look pale, my son. Is something bothering you? Do you feel sick?" Ezio shook his head, smiling.
"I've...definately been through worse, padre. I just...I-I'm sorry, I must be going." Ezio knew that, the moment he locked eyes with his father, he couldnt stare for long or he'd burst into tears in front of him.
"Oh, alright." Giovanni watched as his son ran off in the opposite direction. He sighed.
"Ezio..."
"Madre! You wanted to speak with me?" Maria turned away from her garden and faced her son. The glimmer in her eyes, her sweet smile, they were things Ezio hadn't seen in forever. He smiled at her.
"Yes, Ezio. Would you mind coming with me to pick up some paintings I ordered?" Ezio almost nodded in solem aggrement, but hesiated at the last moment. Sudden memories flashed back to him.
He left home with his mother for a few minutes When he came home, his father had him deliver some documents Then his father and brothers were arrested And then.
"Mamma, I..."
"Is there something troubling you? You don't look well." Ezio's eyes went large and frightened. Still, he managed a deep breath and calmed down.
"Mother, I need you to listen to me," Ezio looked over his shoulder and saw Claudia staring at him, "Take Claudia and go with Annetta to her sister's home. And don't worry about the paintings, I'll recover them for you later."
"Ezio, I don't understand..."
"Please, don't ask questions right now. I don't know how much time we have to spare..." Maria stared at her son, extremely worried. She sighed.
"Ok, Ezio. Just prmoise me that whatever it is you're planning...you'll stay safe, alright?"
"As always, mother." He responded with a confident smile. Maria reached for a stray strand of hair in Ezio's face, pushing it back.
"I feel my bambino's grown up quite a lot recently."
"You havent the foggiest, mamma. Please, go and gather your things and leave when I do. I'll draw you three up a map so you can evade the guards." With that, Ezio dashed back into his Palazzo.
"The...guards...?"