Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, subsequent machines used or any of the Assassins Creed characters mentions. I do however own Léarna so any attempt to rob will be severely punished! MWAHAHA.
On a lighter note, here's the story…

A/N: Hello! Okay, I'm still suffering minor Writers Block so the updates might take a little while. This might be a little bit disjointed because I'm writing it all over the place, I don't get to sit down and write an entire chapter at a time. Hello Ezio! : ), not going to give anything away. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Byesies!
Extra A/N: I am SO sorry for how long this has taken, it's a nightmare. I'm not really having a lot of time to sit and relax at the minute. College is killing me, it's fun but I'm dying : ). Thanks for your support by the way : P.

Chapter 4 :: Brush With DEStiny.

Léarna sat on the roof of her brothers house, she had been listening around town all morning and hearing what she could pick up about the latest execution - some important family by the name of Auditore, the rumour was they still had a son alive and in the city and that he was an Assassin. Now she was waiting for Franco to return home before she left. She needed to see that he was safe so she relaxed on the warm red tiles, revelling in the cool breeze of the Venetian rooftops; it was a welcome escape from the stuffy streets.

"Léarna?" She heard a call from below and cursed. It was Franco. She had intended for him to walk into the house and not notice her, it hadn't worked and her brother now looked up at her from the cobbled street. His gaze was questioning, but mainly concerned.

Léarna contemplated running, but that would be cowardly. So she stood and swung down the front of the building, landing before Franco.

"What are you doing here? Why were you on my roof?" Franco scratched his head, slightly confused by his surrogate sister's action.

"Uh, I was waiting for you. I just wanted to check that you were okay" Léarna smiled guiltily, she had been caught.

"So… Are you still leaving?" Franco stopped fidgeting and fixed her with an accusing stare.

"Yes, I am" Franco made to protest but Léarna cut him off "And nothing you say can change that. Just know that I'll watch over you, just as the Night Angel, Nysos does"

In that instant Franco knew what his little sister was doing; his little sister that he has adopted into his family with infinite love, his little sister whom he had aided in every situation was training.

"You really hope to become one of them, don't you?" Franco looked disgusted. She had once asked about them, about the legend, but he had simply shushed her, telling her that it was inappropriate for such a young girl to be asking about such things. Now she had found them, and she was to become one! His sister, one of the legendary Assasyun.

"Do not look at me that way, brother. I will still ensure your safety, and if you wish it, your fathers. Mother's is a certainty, no harm will come to any of you while I watch these rooftops. Now, I must leave, and it will be forever. Goodbye Franco, safety and peace" Léarna sighed and turned tail and ran, trying to escape her feelings, her grief, her old life, everything. She was running into her future.

"Watch it girl" Said a soft voice from beneath a white hood as she careened into the man, paying no heed to where she ran. It was one of them. The man stood tall and simply walked past, paying Léarna no notice, but she saw him. She saw the soft golden colour of his eyes, the pale scar across his lip, his brown hair hung in his eyes and untamed stubble grew on his chin, and yet he still looked ruggedly handsome. Despite his obvious disregard for the girl, she knew that he was her way into the Brotherhood. She knew instantly that that man would be her greatest aid, and her greatest downfall. She did not know how, but she knew and it set her senses on fire. Certainty was a heady drug.

...

Ezio brushed past the girl, certain she was watching him intently, he continued on his way to Paola's. He was to see his family safely from the city, then kill Uberto Alberti. It seemed so simple as he recalled the plan in his head. Uberto would be doing his rounds of his Palazzo, putting out lights and such, before he went to bed. Ezio would watch as he walked the perimeter, then as he walked through the ornate wooden door, then as he walked up the stairs with the oak balustrade before watching him walk into his bedroom. There, Ezio would strike. Uberto would fall and Ezio would flee the city by dawn. A stone clinked behind him. A soft shuffling noise.

Ezio turned, seeing only the alley in which he was walking. He was alone. Wait!…

"Come out girl, and tell me why you are following me" Ezio said calmly, not betraying his nervousness. He could not afford to be held up by a young girl trailing him.

When the girl stepped from behind the limestone of the two storey building Ezio realised that she was no younger than him. She wore a simple green cotton shirt and dark breeches with knee high boots similar to his own but made of darker leather, her hair was a shocking black and her eyes a sharp green, she had a scar across her cheek and her exposed forearm and two sultans knives and a stiletto strapped to a leather belt around her waist.

The girl stayed silent so Ezio asked again "Why are you following me?".

This time the girl answered, but not with what he had expected "You're one of the legendary Assasyun's". He had expected her to be a thief, but no. She knew.

"I am no such thing, why do you say that?"

"I see your robes, master Auditore. I see that you carry your Eagle" She gestured to his sword, it had indeed got an Eagle heading the hilt, it's feathers stretching down the blade.

"How do you know this?" Ezio approached the girl and she backed away, placing her left hand against her knife, holding her right ready to fight. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you". His voice wasn't in the slightest bit patronising, he actually wondered what this girl was doing alive with this knowledge. Did the Assassin's know she existed?

"Why should I believe you, Assassin?" she hissed, dropping her hand from her knife anyway. She still stood in a fighting stance.

"You didn't answer my question" Ezio raised an eyebrow at the girl, waiting for her response.

"Nulla è Reale, Tutto è Lecito" was all the girl said. Ezio sighed, she was stubborn.

"Okay. So you want to become an Assassin, right Léarna? You have a lot to learn"

Ezio knew the girl was thrown when he spoke her name. He could see her emotions, laid plain before him in her eyes. Shock, fear, intrigue. Her fear was brief but strong, she knew that to be an Assassin she must be dead to the world, and yet she could not hide herself from a person she had never met before.

"How do you know me, Assassin?" She stood guarded, her hands by her sides, ready to reach for her knives if need be. Though she knew she would never beat this man, whoever he really was.

"Please, call me Ezio. I know you because you were asking about my family" Ezio Auditore's voice was quiet as he talked about his, now dead, father and brothers. He could still not truly comprehend their deaths.

"So you are the last Auditore" The girl was in wonder, by rights this man should be dead, executed with is family. Yet here he stood.

"You mean you did not know? Well then, you almost had me fooled. We may make an Assassin out of you yet. Come, we have much to do. Follow quietly, if I am found, you must run"

Léarna nodded and followed Ezio closely but quietly. Was it really this easy to become an Assassin. Surely there must be more to this.

A/N: Nulla è Reale, Tutto è Lecito: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted.
I used wikiqoute for the dialogue so it should be okay, but my other translations might not because I use Google translate :P. Well, there you have it. It's a bit of an anti-climax after such a long wait and I'm sorry about that but I'm trying to get back into the swing of thigs. I'll be back to normal in no time, I'm still getting used to the early mornings and stuff and it's throwing me off my stride. Anyway, I'll see you guys next chapter. That's if you're not bored of long waits and short, incongruent, incoherent chapters : ). Byesies.