Hey guys. I just wanted to say hi. So, HI! And to say that I wrote this story for NaNoWriMo so I have a bit of it. Like 25,000 words, that means that this will be a long story. Hope you guys like it! Please review and tell me what you think. This is my first fanfic ever.
"What sorcery is this?" The simple outfit wearing man questioned.
I drew my sword, took a deep breath and walked out from behind my chair. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" This was a moment were I probably should have put my hood on. But being stupid me, I didn't.
"I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze," The more fashionable one said calmly. "What is your name, bella?"
"Wait. The Ezio Auditore da Firenze? You must be lying. And who are you two?"
"I am Desmond Miles," the one wearing the hoodie replied. "And you cannot be Ezio Auditore. He died long ago."
"What about you?" I pointed my sword at the last man.
"Altair Ibn-La'Ahad," he said with ice in his voice.
"You are all lying. The men you speak of lived in different times and are all dead."
"What year is it?" Desmond asked.
"Why do you ask such a silly question?"
"Just tell me what year is it!"
"Do not yell at me. I am in charge here and you will respect me. The year is 2152."
"What?!" The tree men yelled together.
"Why are you so surprised by this information?"
"It is only 1191," Altair said.
"No it is 1503," Ezio argued.
"Yeah maybe for you guys," Desmond put in. "But for me, it is 2012."
"You are all lying. It is 2152," I said with ice. I saw Altair walk around my office like he was inspecting it. He stopped walking and stood one of my many bookshelves. He put his hand on the small wooden chest. From where I was standing, it looked like he was trying to open it. "That is locked. And only I can unlock it. So don't even try."
"This chest looks familiar," he told himself. He picked it up to examine it more. "Where did you get this?"
"It has been pasted down my family for generations. It started with the real Altair."
"I am the real Altair. And this is my chest."
"No! It is mine. I was found as a child with this. It has never left me." I walked over to him and grabbed it out of his hands. "So don't touch it again or you will regret it."
"You cannot hurt me. I am The Grand Master Assassin here. You will be the one to regret anything if you even come near me."
"You lie again. I am Grand Master Assassin now. You will show me respect."
"A woman is in charge of the brotherhood?" Ezio asked in shock. "That is impossible."
"It is possible. Don't downgrade me just because I am a girl, sexist bastard."
"Okay, okay fine. But let me see that chest."
I held it in my hands even tighter and just glared at Ezio. "No."
"Please mio amico. I will be kind to it. You can trust me."
I glared at him more. Ezio the put his hands on his hood and pulled it off behind his head. I looked at his now uncovered face. He had brown eyes and long brown hair pulled back with a red ribbon. He actually didn't look half bad.
