So this is the last chapter to Eagle's Prey! And also, the last Assassin's Creed story based around Italy during the Renaissance. I have an idea for another story based on AC Black Flag but it will probably be quite slow getting the chapters out since school work's starting to become a major problem! Thank you so much for all the reviews you've given, you lovely people make my day!
After the ceremony, Ginevra was caught up in a flurry or assassins and thieves, all congratulating her promotion. L'Aquila searched for her in the crowd, but she was lost among the faces. He blinked, switching his sight, scanning the room. As the gold figure failed to appear, L'Aquila started to worry.
"Mi dispiace, excuse me." He said, pushing past the crowd.
They paid little attention to the Master Assassin as he found the door and slipped out. He walked down the silent corridors, his footsteps echoing around him.
"Ginevra?" He called, but there was no answer.
He quickened his pace, stepping outside, pulling his hood back as the cold night air whipped through his hair. L'Aquila looked up to the tower beside the hideout, detecting a figure sitting at the top.
As he climbed up behind her, she jolted in surprise.
"A Master Thief can't be taken by surprise, Ginevra." He grinned. "Or should I call Il Cigno now?"
"I don't mind." She whispered.
"Ginevra, what's wrong?" L'Aquila asked, concerned at the tone of her voice.
"It's what Dante said, just before he died. He cursed me." She sniffed, playing with the ring on her finger. "And now I'm in this position, I'm just going to hurt more people."
"You believe it?"
"I didn't at first. But I'm starting to turn into her, Il Serpente. It's not just the skill I got from my great-grandfather. It's the skill I got from her." She sighed, her voice shaky. "I'm an Auditore, I suppose. We do have the worst luck."
"Listen to me." Luca said, gently turning her chin to face him. "Whatever happens, whether you truly are cursed or not, I will be beside you every step of the way. I love you, Ginevra." He held her face and pulled her closer for a kiss.
Under the kiss, she smiled, the moon illuminating the young lovers.
"I love you too." Ginevra breathed. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Luca grinned and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wiped away the tears on her cheek. The ring on Ginevra's finger glowed, the strange runes fading away to an old inscription.
'You have my heart,' it read.
Whatever the future had to throw at the Master Assassin and the Master Thief, they were there for each other. And no curse could change that.