Thanks for everyone whose reviewed or faved or alerted(is that what it's called?)! I would have had the chapter up on Saturday but I was busy the whole day. Here is a long chapter for you guys!

*Three months later*

During my first week of being in Monteriggioni I wrote down my story just to make sure I didn't forget. I was getting very paranoid that something might happen and I would end up forgetting about what would happen to Colonial America if I didn't finish my mission.

I luckily learned Italian quickly with Mario teaching. I still had no idea how I was sent back into time again

But I did figure out what year it was, almost passing out when Mario told me. It was the year 1476 in a city called Monteriggioni.

I felt like I had heard Monteriggioni before from somewhere before. I had read about it somewhere, but I couldn't remember where.

I gave up on trying and started to piece together of how I got here without my necklace. The first night I had stayed here I had found a vial of the stuff I had found in the alley in my pouch, along with some medicine and a lock pick.

I threw the lock pick out because I could pick a lock without one. Just give me a belt buckle and I would be done before you could say 'thief'.

Mario was kind, once you got to know him. Sadly, the city was slowly falling apart and he couldn't do anything about it. Mario would always be busy with the Brotherhood and didn't have much spare time.

It was getting late and I was just coming down from the villa's rooftop when Mario handed me a few throwing knives and motioned for me to follow him.

"What is it?" I asked once we got to the stables.

"I believe my nephew is in the need of help."

"Is he an Assassin?"

Mario nodded and kept walking without taking a horse.

"We aren't taking any horses?" I asked.

"It is not that far," Mario said. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked. "We can walk."

I groaned and caught up with Mario. "How do you know where they are?"

"I have my ways," He said smiling.

Mario and I walked for a while before we came up to the road that headed towards Firenze. I saw some Templars surrounding an Assassin and two women. The one that was ordering the Templars around couldn't have been older than twenty. I had no idea how he was in charge of that many Templars, but I didn't feel the need to figure out.

Mario motioned for me to climb up into the trees, something that even he had trouble with.

I quickly made my way to a tree and climbed up. I crawled out onto a branch that one of the Templars had decided to stand under.

I waited patiently for Mario to give me the signal while the boy in charge kept rambling on and on. Then I heard the whistle.

I assassinated the one below me as Mario took out the others with his bow.

"What is the sorcery?!" the boy screamed.

I laughed and looked at him, walking between him and the Assassin and the women. "It's not sorcery, Templar, its a little thing call skill."

The boy glared at me and raised he sword. Before he could even say anything, Mario knocked the sword out of his hands. Mario came up from behind me, tossing the other Assassin a sword. As they got to fighting off the Templars, the leader took one look at the battlefield and ran.

"Do you want me to go after him?" I asked Mario, stabbing a Templar and looking at Mario.

"No," he said. "We need all the help we can get."

I nodded and kicked the Templar off my sword. I saw a messenger try and escape from the fight, but killed him with one of my knives.

The other Assassin was having trouble. I didn't know if it was because he was a bad fighter or that he was getting tired. His moves were clumsy and predictable but thankfully the Templars there weren't that good of fighters.

The last one standing was a quick one, but I was quicker. We blocked each other's attacks easily and I couldn't find any weak spot on him. He started getting angrier with his attacks, making him sloppy. As he brought his arm back to swing I slashed him across the stomach, bringing my other hidden blade around to slit his neck, feeling his blood splash against my face. Then I brought both hidden blades under his chin and threw him to the ground. I heard one of the women gasp and yelp at the sight of so much blood.

Once we were done, the Assassin pulled down his hood. He was handsome, I'll give him that. The man tried to give Mario back his sword. "You have my thanks."

"Keep the sword, Ezio," Mario said.

Ezio. Where had I heard that name before?

Ezio looked at him, confused. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't you recognize me? It's a-me, Mario!"

"Uncle Mario?" Ezio exclaimed.

Mario hugged him, picking Ezio up in the process. "It's been too long, nephew! Far too long!"

Ezio. Ezio Auditore. Ezio Auditore da Firenze. I read his journal to find clues to get home! But that was the only thing I could remember about him. I couldn't remember what was written in the journal or what happens after he gets here. I needed to keep my cool and not say anything that would blow my cover.

Ezio took a few deep breaths, looking up at his uncle.

I didn't pay any attention to what they were saying and instead went around the bodies and recovered my knives I had lost during the fight. I started to walk back to the villa when I noticed something on the ground. It was covered in loose dirt, probably because it was dropped during the fight.

I knelt down and brushed the dirt off of it. It was a necklace, almost identical to mine. And I knew who's it was.

"Son of a bitch," I said in English.

I knew it was Louis' because of the chips in the metal. He had accidentally dropped it down the garbage disposal and turned it on, almost ruining the disposal and getting the lecture of his life from Dad.

I picked it up, which was a very bad idea.

Instead of standing on the trail leading back to Monteriggoni, I was standing in a room filled with people. It was made out of stone, the ceiling arching and painting lining the walls. It was a very beautiful place.

"Another vision?" I murmured to myself.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!" I heard a frightening familiar voice screech.

I moved my way through the crowd (literally, I actually passed through people like a ghost) and saw Louis in the middle of the room holding a sword to a man's throat.

"I-I didn't m-mean t-too," the poor man said. Even from twenty feet away I could see the sweat glisten on his face. "I-It won't happen a-again."

Louis brushed his blonde hair out of his face and smiled, his blue eyes getting dark and cold. "I know it won't. And do you know why?"

The man looked hopeful that Louis would let him go. "N-no, sir."

"Well, here is your answer," Louis said driving the blade through the man's chest.

The man's eyes widened then slowly lost focus as he slumped to the ground, the blade still in his chest. A pool of blood slowly seeped from his body, filling the cracks between the stones that made the floor.

"Now," Louis said stepping on the dead body. "I want every available man who isn't going with Vieri looking for my necklace."

The men in the room shifted uncomfortably, not daring to move.

"GO!" Louis bellowed throughout the giant room.

The men all scrambled at once, fitting through the tiny doorways leading to what I guessed was outside.

I looked back at Louis and saw him dig into the pocket of his expensive looking tunic he was wearing. He opened his palm, revealing my necklace.

"Oh, Piper," He said to himself, walking out of the now deserted room. "If only you could knew, if only you knew."

A man walked in who I immediately knew was important. He was dressed differently than the others in the room, and held himself a bit higher than the rest. "Sir, we believe we know how to control those necklaces of yours."

Louis looked at my necklace then back at the man. "Good. Camille has done her part, now it is time to do ours."

Louis continued to talk to the man, walking towards him. That's when I noticed his limp. I don't know how he got it, but something that made him limp that bad must have been horrible.

I saw him grab at his thigh, and take a deep breath.

"Sir, are your stitches coming undone?" the man asked.

Louis shook his head. "What I had to sacrifice to get here was worth it once our plan comes to a head. Now, show me how to control them?"

The vision faded as I opened my eyes, back on the trail.

"Let's get you all away from here," Mario said, snapping me back into reality.

I put a hand to my head as I followed Mario back to the villa, keeping my eyes down. I started to formulate a theory in my head on the way to the villa.

Camille was the same name that Iris said the first time I had seen her.

Please, before Camille gets control again!

Shivers ran up and down my spine as I tried to piece together the puzzle that lay before me. This was way bigger than I had previously thought. And if Louis got to my necklace and could jump anywhere in time, I needed to find out who got it to him.

Louis must have activated it. It may have taken me back with it, too, because it belonged to me.

Mario didn't notice me, thank goodness, because he was talking with Ezio. I hadn't told him about where I had come from, just telling him that my parents died in a fire and my siblings were captured by the Templars and that I hadn't seen them since.

They continued to talk and I didn't pay any attention until Mario said my name.

"Piper will assist you with training," He said to Ezio.

I opened my mouth to protest when Ezio cut me off.

"No, uncle. I came here to escape Firenze and I intend to take my family further still," Ezio said.

"But what about your father, he would want you to finish his work," Mario said.

"What work?" Ezio said. "He was a banker."

I turned to Mario and whispered to him. "He doesn't know, Mario. His father didn't tell him."

Mario looked at me then back at Ezio. "Your father did not tell you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ezio answered truthfully.

"You have no training at all?" I asked him.

Ezio looked at me and shook his head. "Training for what?"

"Go and fetch the gear in the market," Mario said. "It will give me time to think."

"But-"

"But that's that. We'll talk later," Mario said.

Ezio relented and went down to the market as his sister and mother went into the villa. I followed Mario to his study.

"Ezio doesn't even know what his father did," I said. I unsheathed one of my knives and twirled through my fingers. "I don't know how he'll react if we tell him his father killed people then came home and acted as nothing had happened."

"I know Ezio. He will come around," Mario said. He looked at me with a concerned look on his face. "I saw you when we were walking through Monteriggoni, clutching your head. Is everything alright?"

I nodded and opened my mouth to reassure him, but Ezio came bursting through the door before I could get a word out.

"I have done what you asked, uncle."

Mario forgot completely about our conversation and turned to Ezio. "And quickly too! Very good. Now let's teach you how to fight."

"No," Ezio said defiantly. "As I said, we are leaving."

"You barely survived the fight we had a few minutes ago," I said. I pointed the knife in my hand at him. "You couldn't protect your family if you were attacked again."

"If you want to leave," Mario said, "So be it. But at least do so armed with the skills and knowledge necessary to defend yourself. If not for me, for your mother and sister."

"Fine," Ezio said.

*The next day*

The next morning Mario got me out of bed at the crack of dawn and stuck me in the training arena with Ezio. I was already mad that I had to train with Ezio and now I didn't even get a full night's sleep.

"I do not want to fight you," Ezio said to me as I pulled out the blade that Mario had given me, the dull metal ringing quietly.

I laughed. "Trust me, there is no way you'll hurt me. If I were you, I'd be more scared for my safety."

Ezio didn't even crack a smile at my try at a joke, which bugged me a bit, but I knew what he was going through right now. But even then, it didn't stop me from my competitive side getting hold of me.

My eyes narrowed as Mario spoke to Ezio. I focused on the fight, not on what Mario or Ezio was saying.

I went offensive first because Mario wanted Ezio to learn how to dodge. The sword was dull so it couldn't do much damage, just bruising, but that didn't mean I would hold back.

I was stressed and tired, a bad mix for me. Training hard until I my body felt like jello was a good way for me to work off stress, so I gave didn't hold back.

I got a few hard hits on him before he finally started to dodge my ongoing attacks. He wasn't a quick learner, but he wasn't half-bad either.

Ezio learned how to counter after a few more rounds. He couldn't knock me off my feet, but he could deflect my blade and have enough time to take a swing at me. I would always dodge it, though, being able to read him like a book.

The next faze was taunting, which I loved. My first year of truly being an Assassin, I couldn't control my emotions and often lost fights because of it. Now I turned my anger to my advantage and rarely ever lost control over it.

"Come and get me," Ezio taunted. The look on his face told me he was enjoying it.

I kept my face stoic as I dropped my sword to the ground, popping my knuckles and raising my fists. When Ezio gave me a look, I answered, "I do better without it."

He taunted me as I let him build up confidence by swinging slowly and clumsily.

Mario knew what I was doing and tried to keep Ezio from getting lazy, but it didn't work. For only a second, his hands dropped ever so slightly and I took my chance.

I swung my foot up, connecting it with his face. Hard. Then while he was down I used my momentum and turned, punching him in the stomach, sending him down onto the dirt.

I brushed my bangs out of my face and climbed out of the arena, not looking back to see if Ezio was alright. As much as it embarrasses me to admit it, I really didn't care if he was hurt or not, and looking back on it today, I regret it terribly.