Merry Christmas, did you all have nice gifts? It isn't quite on time but here's my present to all of you xD

I hope you like it and since i'm all jolly and all i will give you 2 new chaps! Hehehe! Things are finally getting into place so stay tuned x3


Two years passed since Ezio lost his father and brothers, he was now at his Uncle Mario place, after they arrived two years ago to Monteriggioni and after Vieris' farewell present, Ezio had passed the last years practicing, learning how to fight, defend, counter attack and among other things. Claudia had been put in charge of watching over the towns finances, while Maria… well Maria was never the same since it all happened, she just stayed in her room all day praying in front of Petrucios box.

With each day Ezio grew better and his pain grew more dormant, but it didn't disappear, it never will… his uncle had kept him busy with trainings, restoration of the city, treasure hunting… there were many underground chambers in the city, filled with their ancestors treasure that helped on the rebuilt of the city.

One day when Ezio finished his training his uncle called him, he spoke to him, he told him about the Templers and about the Assassin's Order.

Mario told Ezio to help him, in his and Giovanni's fight, but the boy wished for a peaceful live away from all this so… he refused.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST RUN AWAY FROM ALL THIS! It is in your blood Nipote! Would you throw it all away?!" Mario's voice was heard till out to the training grounds, he was furious.

"I need to look after my family…" He didn't want to upset his uncle but his mother and sister were more important than all this. Mario looked at him disappointed he turned his back at his nephew and walked away… he turned once only to say a few words…

"I misjudged you…"


Ezio searched for his uncle, he had searched for him all morning after their talk, he wanted to apologize for what he said earlier that morning, but he couldn't find him. On his way down to the training grounds where he found a man that told him where Mario was. He traveled by horse towards San Gimignano.

It was already night time when he reached the city, his uncle was about to begin the attack. The plan was simple, Ezio would find a way in and open the gates from the inside to let Mario's men into the fortress.

And so when the doors opened the battle begun…


Ezio looked at Vieri, the rage he felt towards the man in front of him, towards one of the Templars that was responsible for his grief… he couldn't help it even after death he loathed Vieri de Pazzi, so much that he kept beating his lifeless body…

Someone stopped him, "Ezio…!" a soft voice… A sound so familiar…

His uncle was looking at him, he told him even the dead deserve respect it doesn't matter who they are, or who they were, when one is dead there is no more…

And so his uncle knelled down, closed Vieri's empty eyes and whispered small words of redemption and peace.

"Requescate in pace…"

They returned home, Ezio felt empty he knew deep inside that his uncle was right… it wasn't over, and even thought Vieri had paid for his crimes killing his family wasn't one of them… he now knew of the Templers and what they were capable of, he knew he had to finish what his father had begun…

He would find the people on the list his father left behind and he would end their lives, the same way they ended his.

After what had seemed to be a forever journey back, Ezio kept thinking about something, the one that grabbed his arm, it wasn't Mario, it had been someone else, but who? It happened so quickly that he didn't remember, but there was one thing he was certain, he had heard a sound, a sound he hadn't heard in years and that color he had never forgotten, not even once… Even now he still searched for it, hoping that perhaps he could see her again…

For a moment he saw her smiling at him her eyes shining… but no, Ezio knew better he knew that he shouldn't wait for someone who had died 8 years ago yet that sound and color kept bugging him...

When Ezio came back to his senses he realized, they had reached Monteriggioni.


"Aaaaah… it is good to be home!" Mario looked happy, more than happy he looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He walked towards his office and started searching for something.

"Uncle…?" Ezio approached the office and waited for a few seconds, till he got an answer.

"Uncle I was thinking… who was the person that stopped me?" Ezio scratched the back of his head he seemed confused and embarrassed… Mario lifted his head from the papers that were on the desk, he closely observed his nephew.

"What do you mean?"

"When… when I was hitting Vieri… the one who stopped me, it wasn't you it was someone else, someone…" His words didn't come the memories were still fresh, the shame of what he had done… He didn't dare look his uncle in the eyes he kept looking at the ground or eventually at the wall and ceiling.

"What do you remember exactly nipote?" Mario was no longer behind the desk, he was walking towards his nephew slowly…

"Not much. I remember someone touching me, a sound almost like a bell but different and emeralds shining… And a voice! Her voice…" Has he spoke he realized… something didn't seem right, he had to be wrong, but the similarities were too much, and when he remembered the voice something clicked… Mario saw this and waited once more patiently has he asked another question…

"Her? Nipote…"

"Mi dispacio, I must be tired Uncle… I need to rest. Buonanotte." Something wasn't right, he was tired nothing more, he gave his uncle a weak smile and he left the room, almost after he did he heard his uncle sight and whisper. "Buonanotte Nipote…"

Ezio walked up the stairs, towards his room in the upper floor. He sat on the bed and kept thinking about that voice… "NO! It can't, she died, she is dead!" he was now up going from one side of the room to the other, his armor was getting heavy, after calming himself a little bit more he started undressing the heavy armor.

Now only the hidden blade was with him, he laid down on the bed, eyes closed has he thought of Cristina, he thought of the first time they met, the first time they kissed and made love… he loved her and so did she. There was nothing more than Cristina now… 'Ezio…' that voice, so familiar, those eyes the same color, the sound, the same he heard many years ago in the Mercado, a necklace… 'Thank you Ezio!' he grabbed his head it needed to stop, he didn't want to remember the pain all over again… he needed some fresh air.

Ezio climbed to the rooftop, there was a full moon and the wind was fresh, it calmed him down, he spent at least half an hour up there thinking, remembering… then he returned to his room, it was all a misunderstanding, his mind playing trick on him nothing more.

And yet even after telling himself that he still fell asleep hearing the same voice and remembering the soft smile in her face has she thanked him for the birthday present…