Human identity is the most fragile thing that we have, and it's often only found in moments of truth. Otherwise it is shrouded with lies and uncertainty, enabling a person to me one or many in one place.
Pura was back outside at first light, watching the brown Tiber River before a hand touched her shoulder.
"Guess you could vanish if you wanted," said the voice of Ezio Auditore. She looked up at him. "If I wanted to," she agreed. Ezio sat next to her smiling. Pura scanned his body in search of weapons only to notice red around his waist. Pura pulled the sash she had hidden in her pocket last night. "Keep it," Ezio said, "why are you called Vita Pura?" Pura held her balance as she laughed. "God, isn't it obvious." Ezio stared at her. "Alright it's like your creed, it's an oxymoron." Ezio nodded and looked at the river. "Why though?" he asked.
"Because purity does no longer run in the way of life of Roma," Pura explained. Ezio smiled, his smile must of broke many hearts, causing women to go weak in the knees many years before now. Pura stood up and offered her sash covered hand to him, ignoring the butterflies that popped into his stomach. Ezio gently placed his in hers then she helped him up.
Pura and Ezio walked slowly to the market square. They simply talked about the reason why Pura and La Volpe did not get along, the things Pura knew of the Borgia, the streets and the people of Roma. They also disguised Ezio and his reason for becoming an assassin, but that was cut short as soon as they spotted Machiavelli.
Pura froze scanning the area; she headed to the bank after making an excuse to get away from the two Florentine gentlemen.
Pura reached the bank and slipped through the door. She glanced around making sure no one was watching her. She then ran to the door opposite and knocked. "Entrare," responded a voice. Pura opened the door.
Inside was a giant dark desk and behind it behind sat a tall well-dressed man in his late fifties with a moustache. Towers of coins sat on one side if the large desk; Papers before him.
"Aah, Faustina," he greeted.
"Messere Chigi," Pura responded, bowing slightly, "is there a one way deliver I can do?"
Chigi stood up and went over to a small table in the corner of the room, picking up a small package. "It is for Lucrezia Borgia," Chigi said as he handed the package to Pura. Pura nodded then turned to leave. "Faustina?" questioned Chigi.
"Si, Messere," Pura answered.
"Be careful, Ceseare has increased the bounty on your head because of the assassin," he warned. Pura smiled at the banker. "Are you worried about me for once?"
Chigi shook his head, "No. No matter who you are in my life, you know I will remain silent of the truth." Pura nodded and left.
Pura was out in seconds and quickly joined Ezio and Machiavelli, who were leaving.
"Where were you, Pura?" asked Ezio.
"Oh, near the bread stall," she lied, her hand tight around the package in her pocket.
Pura entered one of the side chambers of the assassin headquarters as soon as the three of them got back. Pura lent against the heavy oak door and produced the package addressed to Lucrezia the opened it.
It contained a small box and a letter. Pura read the letter first:
Dear Lucrezia
Use this on the Contessa of Forli on Friday morning, after you have moved her to the castello or other threats to your brother.
Pura flipped the paper in search for a name, but none was to be found. Pura carefully refolded it then opened the box to find the Borgia's favourite poison, Cantarella. Pura replaced both neatly into the packaging and headed to the meeting between Ezio, Gilberto, Machiavelli, Ezio's sister and the mercenary leader.
"The Contessa is going to be moved somewhere in Roma next Thursday," said the only women in the room.
"Thank you, Claudia," Ezio said, "do you know where?" Claudia shook her head. "She's being moved to the castello," Pura said confidently. Everyone turned to glare at her. She grinned broadly. "How would you know that? Unless…," questioned Gilberto with a hostile glare.
"Oh, I'm so a Borgia," Pura laughed. Ezio stepped towards her. "How do you know?" he asked softly.
"I have my sources like the rest of you," she smiled, "I can also get you into the castello undetected." Ezio nodded. "Anything else?" he asked the others watching Pura.
"bene, so the castello it is. Rome will heal quickly with the Borgia gone," explained Machiavelli, "so kill them."
"Only if an opportunity to assassinate them arrives." Ezio seemed to be focused on something else, but none the less Machiavelli did not seem please with Ezio's comment. "Don't worry, my friends; they will die," confirmed Ezio.
Soon they dispatched, leaving Ezio, Machiavelli and Pura in the hideout.
"I guess I have a lesson to learn, now," Ezio smirked.
Pura smiled at him, "meet me at the bridge to the castello." With that Pura left.
please review plus please tell me what you think pura's/ faustina's relationship with chigi is (i do know myself, just want to see what you think).
