Prompt #56 Danger Ahead
You slammed the door behind you, causing the customers to stare. Their vexation didn't bug you at all, because you lived in La Rosa Colta didn't mean you approved of its purpose. You respected Paola enough not to scare away all the customers.
An 'employee' walked out of the back courtyard and straight up to you. She was known as Bianca, blond hair and wore a blue dress, "Paola, told me to tell you that she is waiting for you in your room."
"Thank you, Bianca," she was the most sensible courtesan there and the kindest. With that Bianca smiled, walking pass you to greet a new customer.
You ran upstairs and down the hallway, your room was at the very end of the hallway. It was a small room but you didn't complain. You pushed pass a couple and open the door as quickly as you could. As expected Paola and Minerva were waiting patiently, you noticed Minerva was standing near the open window and Paola sitting on the edge of your bed.
"Nice to see you again," Minerva turned away from the window. Paola stood from the bed, patted your shoulder before exiting. She was being a polite hostess to Minerva, waiting in the room with her. You couldn't help thinking that Minerva wanted to speak with you privately, also.
"Are you checking up on me?" You made your way to the bed, only to sit down and throw off your shoes. "Yes and no," she answered an answer that left you with more questions. She must love leaving you clueless. You heard her step around the bed behind you. She made her way over to your side and sat down. "Paola says you're learning faster than she expected. And that you have a sharp tongue."
You laughed, "Well, it may seem that way to her." The room was warm and it made you cuffed the sleeves of you shirt. "But why are you really here Minerva?" Obviously, she didn't come to scold you about your sarcastic performance through the week. There was something more important on her mind.
"You're still quick to get to the point," she was right, yet she replied to your curiosity, "You have four days until you leave this place." You looked at the goddess beside, eyes wide. That day was already here? You averted your gazed toward the wall in front of you, "I'm not ready, Minerva." You had little confidence, even if you were learning quickly. You knew that you weren't ready to go to war with crazy ass Templars who had nothing better to do but get in your way. Two weeks of training didn't compare to men who had years, and years of experience.
"It doesn't matter. Mario Auditore will continue your training in Monteriggioni. So you will finish up your training here with La Volpe and then follow Ezio." Minerva meant business, you had no time to think or even breathe. You took a deep breath realizing you had four days to mentally prepare yourself. This was completely out of your hands you had to accept the danger ahead. You had to be ready to kill for a cause that you thought two weeks ago was only a conspiracy theory a couple of game creators had fun with.
"I have to admit you are taking this better than what I had thought. And I'm not only talking about the recent news, but the entire equation." You laughed in melancholy, raising you knees and placing your heels on the bottom beam of the bed. "Minerva, I had no choice. Arguing with you would've been troublesome, you're very determined," you added, crossing your arms on your knees, resting your head on top. "Accepting fate so easily at such an age…you're not as childish as you appear."
"Thanks…I guess," you were insulted and complimented….that was new. "You should create an alias for yourself," you stared at her, gawking was a better word for it, "stop looking at me like that."
"You're kidding right? An alias of all things…what should I be called 'night hawk' or is there some other shitty name that I don't know of?" The back of your head met Minerva's hand rather violently…that was the second time today.
"No! You should have a real name and maybe a nickname. A name that suits this era…like Daniela," you had to admit that would make sense. You swore Minerva had some magical way of persuading you. "And what about the nickname…?"
"You'll have to figure that out on your own, I am no muse you can steal from." She pushed herself off the bed and pointed on the other side of the bed, "Now, there is a trunk over there on the floor, inside is a little present from me to you."
You tried looking over the edge but you couldn't see it, shrugging you look up at Minerva, "Minerva, I have one more question."
Her brows furrowed, trying to read your expression, "What is it?" You stretched your now cramping legs, "Why am I able to understand the people around me? Obviously I don't speak Italian."
"You don't? Yet you speak it so clearly now…let's just say I pulled some strings." You were too scared to inquire anything more on the subject. The way she said it freaked you out.
"Well, I'm off. Good luck."
Once again, she left…disappearing down the hallway.
"That was rather abrupt…"
Author's note: Question again? How should 'you' follow Ezio to Monteriggioni? Stalk? Join Party? What? Let me know your thoughts dear readers.