Okay, I suppose I need to do some explaining. The Tile is, in fact, a crossover event. But I simply can't list it as a crossover between The Last Airbender and another story, because as the story unfolds, there are simply to many characters and references to other stories to account for. If any one reads this, you will see what I mean later in the story. As for now, reviews are as always, VERY appreciated, whether it be negative or positive. -Michael

Chapter 2

Unbeknownst to historians, there was a war that has been raging for hundreds of years. This a war that will never end. This is the war between the Assassins and the Templar. It started as the Order of Assassins protecting their land from the foreign intruders, and has turned into a blood rivalry. This war is done in secret, the casualties taken in this war are uncountable because ones identity as an Assassin or Templar are kept secret. But this secret war has killed many, and still rages.

Rome, 1507

Ezio Auditore da Firenze sat on a bench watching a wealthy fat man hassle a peasant. Ezio is an assassin, as was his father before him, and his fathers father. He was well aware that the man he was watching was a templar. He smirked, this was not a particular smart templar. The man was ordering hits on the Order right in front of a member. This man was signing his death warrant. The man he was talking to was a hired killer, in his earlier thirties perhaps, a bit on the skinny side. Ezio checked his hidden blade, the retractable knife attached to his wrist that all Assassins carry. This shouldn't be a problem at all, he foresaw no difficulty in killing this man. He was tempted to kill both men now, but he needed something from the fat man. Something that cannot be taken from a dead body: Information. Lately, Assassins had been killed in their beds, the symbol of the templar carved into their wrists. He needed to know who was responsible for releasing their names.

The fat man shook the hand of the killer and walked away. Ezio waited until the man had reentered his home, and walked to the door.

He knocked on the door.

"Hello?" Piped up a voice from behind the door.

"I have business." Replied Ezio.

"Busy day," Laughed the man as he opened up the door.

As the door opened, Ezio's whole plan faded. The man stood with an infant in his arms.

"What business have you?" Said the man, curious.

Ezio did not know what to do, he had a plan up until this moment.

"I-" He looked at the child, as it hung onto the neck of the man, " Never mind."

He turned and walked away, angry. There was no way he could take that child's father away, even though it might mean his own life. Ezio always struggled with the morality of being an Assassin. But he told himself he only assassinated people who deserve death. The man he was following now, deserved death. Ezio made his way through the poor district of Rome, noting the people in it. He loved this city, as corrupt as it may be. In many ways he felt responsible for it, responsible for the citizens. If they only knew who he was, what he does for them every day to keep them safe.

He shook his head, there was no point in thinking about that. The first rule of the brotherhood, stay hidden. He must keep his life hidden.

He made sure to always stay within 20 feet of the man, so if he made in quick turns, it wouldn't seem suspicious to follow. It also gave him enough room to see his every move. He walked past a couple of guards, definitely don't want to get their attention. He counted ten guards, all of them wielding deadly weapons. He would have to be even more discreet then he had planned, these guards were looking for any excuse to attack. He watched as his target entered the busy market. Ezio swore beneath his breath, a busy place like this would only complicate and change things. He would just have to deal with this. He sifted over his weapons, trying to find the perfect tool. He had his throwing knifes, strapped safely to his back. At his side he had his sword, brandished, but ready, and of course he had his hidden blade, strapped to his wrist, concealed. He realized that his hidden blade would be better, more secret. He pushed his way through the crowd, centering in on the man. He was so close he could see the sweat pouring down the mans back. If there were any time to do this, it would be now. The hidden blade stretched out beyond his wrist, thirsty for blood. Ezio concentrated, trying to find the spot on the mans back that would paralyze him, and then end him. He lunged forward and stabbed into the mans lower back. The man went out to scream but then Ezio grabbed his mouth. To avoid detection, Ezio dragged the man over to the bench and sat him down.

The man turned to Ezio, " Why?" He asked, tears in his eyes.

" You were ordering hits on Assassins, did you except no retribution?" Ezio Asked, cleaning his blade.

The man shook his head, " I do not regret this action, the Brotherhood has stepped beyond the fine line of this war."

Ezio smiled, " Perhaps we have, but its only because your kind has driven us to that point. You are just a minor casualty in your peoples plan. You will be forgotten."

The man shook his head, " I will not be forgotten, for they will remember me as the man who killed Ezio Auditore da Firenze."

Ezio looked down to see a knife in his stomach. He leapt back in pain as the hand pulled the knife out. The man smiled and then closed his eyes. Ezio lost his balance and fell onto the bench. He looked down on his wound, it was bad, but not fatal. He would need to get home and clean and dress it. He ripped a piece of the dead mans clothing and wrapped it around the wound. As he finished, he looked up to see a crowd of guards staring at him.

"What's going on here?" Asked the first Guard.

"This man attacked me, I was with his wife." Ezio lied, hoping they would believe.

The guard stared at the dead man, "Perhaps his anger is justified, not that it matters, he is dead."

Ezio nodded and held his stomach, " He stabbed before I retaliated and struck him."

The Guard walked over to the man and pulled out his purse, placing the coins in his own.

" You may go, though I suggest you think before stealing another mans wife."

The Guards all laughed, Ezio among them.

Ezio nodded and continued on his way. He was lucky he encountered such a young group of soldiers. The younger ones were always unaware of the things around them. They could have inspected the body and seen the mark of the Templar on the mans wrist. Only then by process of elimination could they see that Ezio was an Assassin. But their greed and youth got in the way, and Ezio lives to fight again.

Ezio took twice as long getting back to his home, fearing of opening his wound and making it worse then it was to begin with. He received strange looks from Guards and Citizens as he hobbled his way through the crowd. As soon as he reached his home, he pulled off his shirt to see the damage. It was a clean cut, it didn't rip as it was pulled out. It appeared to have bruise or possibly broken his rib cage, he couldn't tell. He swore at himself for allowing this to happen in the first place, he shouldn't have lowered his guard. He quickly bandaged his wound, cleaned the blood off his floor, and collapsed on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, thinking.

"What's happening to me?" He asked.

First there was the man assigned to kill him, and he let him go. Secondly, he caught stabbed. Of course he used to taking heat during fights, but this was an assassination. He grabbed a jar of water that lay by his bed, and poured it over his scalp. He appeared to be getting a fever. He shook his head, sending drops of water to the floor.

This isn't right. He thought.

He stared out the window, staring at the beautiful city of Rome at night. The moon was a quarter full, and its rays reflected off the fountain below his home.

He got up, and decided to walk down to the pool. He opened his door, the night air felt good as the wind brushed past. Suddenly he was bumped into, he looked down, and saw a little girl no older then four. She stared up at him, tears in her eyes.

" Are you alright?" He asked, staring down at the girl.

The girl held on to his leg and shook her head.

Ezio picked her up, " Lets see if we can find your parents."

She smiled, " Their asleep!" She said enthusiastically.

Ezio laughed, " What are you doing out here then?"

She pointed at the fountain, "My Necklace is in their, I dropped it."

Ezio put her down,

" Why haven't you got it?" He asked with a grin.

She smiled a toothless grin, " I don't want to get wet. That's why I was crying."

Ezio laughed, "What is your name?"

"Carla!"

Ezio walked over to the fountain, "Carla? That's a pretty name."

She ran over to see what he was doing, " Its my mothers."

Ezio noticed the necklace in the middle of the fountain, shining off the moonlight.

He turned to Carla, " How did you ever get it there?"

Carla smiled but said nothing.

Ezio stepped into the fountain, the water reaching the tops of his boots.

"Don't let it eat you!" Carla called, chasing after a bug.

"I don't think your necklace could swallow me if it tried." Ezio replied reaching for the necklace.

Carla ran over, " No! The fountain! It ate the moon!"

Ezio smiled as he saw the reflection of the moon in the water.

"Perhaps dear Carla, but I think I can handle it." He ran out and tossed the necklace to Carla. She squealed with joy, and ran away, back to her sleeping parents.

"Your welcome." Ezio said, way beyond her hearing range.

"I suppose your used to your works being unrewarded, Ezio."

Ezio turned around to see a woman sitting by the pool.

"Christina?" He asked.

Christiania sat at the edge of the pool, her figure shaded by the moonlight.

"Its been years Ezio." She said, with a coy grin.

" You know why this must be Christina." Ezio said.

Christina laughed and stood up, " Don't pretend that you left to protect me Ezio, I know you better then that."

Ezio shook his head, "No. You don't."

Christina walked closer, " Yes, I do. You are Ezio Auditore da Firenze, you kill people. You have killed so many people, you have learned to forget them easily, even those still living."

Ezio grabbed her arm angrily, "Hold your tongue."

She stared him down, "No. You will listen to what I have to say Ezio!"

He let go of her arm.

" You are nothing Ezio. Nothing without that knife on your wrist. You walk around pretending to be one of us, but you are not. You have become inhuman, Ezio. If you had to, you would kill me without a thought." She said

"That's not true." Ezio replied.

She laughed, a cold laugh, " Is it not? You live a life of lies, how is it I know that you aren't lying now?"

"You said you knew, can't you tell?" Ezio asked.

She looked at him, " I no longer want to try."

They were both quite. She handed him an piece of paper.

"This will explain everything." She said.

As Ezio reached for it he saw something in her face. Sadness, remorse, he couldn't tell.

He took it, nodded at her, " Goodbye Christina."

Christina turned around and walked away without saying another word.

Ezio opened up the paper and saw a strange Tile. It had strange writing on it and it was smooth to the touch. He wondered what this might mean, what she meant by this will explain everything. Suddenly his body fell limp, and he collapsed into the fountain. He felt like something was trying to drag him into the ground, pulling his head underwater. He looked up to see Carla watching from a distance.

" Its eating you!" She screamed.

After that, it went black.