Giovanni scrambled up the battlements, not even caring whether the Borgia guards could see him or not. Fury drove him onwards.

When he reached the top, he looked about, searching for Isotta. He knew she must have been in trouble after giving away her position. Although she was a skilled Assassin, the guards up here were strong and powerful and if it was just her, well, he didn't really want to think about that.

"You give a good fight, I'll give you that." Said a voice.

Giovanni peered behind a turret to see a huge, brute guard holding the Assassin. She struggled in his grip, kicking and wriggling about as her hands were bound behind her.

"Not so strong without your fancy weapon, are you?" A Borgia captain approached her, stepping over the many bodies who were undoubtedly there by Isotta's hand.

"Let me go." She snarled.

"Ah, such a pretty face too." He said, flicking her hood back. "Wouldn't it be such a shame if the beautiful lady were to... cut it?"

Isotta flinched as the captain pulled out a knife, pressing it lightly to her cheek. With a smile, he cut deeper, drawing a line from just below her eye to the side of her face, parallel to the corner of her mouth.

As she screamed, Giovanni burst out.

"Stop! Don't-"

The captain spun, crossbow in hand, sending an arrow flying towards him.

Giovanni gasped and looked down. Half of the arrow stuck out of his chest, blood beginning to rise from the wound. Curious, he touched it.

So this is what it felt like to die.

"Giovanni!" Isotta screamed as he stumbled and fell, lying still among the dead.

"Far have I travelled,

And much have I seen,

Dark distant mountains,

With valleys of green,

Vast painted deserts,

The sunsets on fire,

As he carries me home to,

The Mull of Kintyre."

Giovanni opened his eyes.

He blinked, adjusting to the light. He was in... A forest?

He stood, looking around. The light poured between the trees, dappling the sunlight on his skin. He wore a light shirt and trousers and he missed the Assassin uniform that he wanted to return to. It wasn't the only thing he longed to return to.

"Mull of Kintyre,

Oh mist rolling in from the sea,

My desire,

Is always to be here,

Oh Mull of Kintyre."

That voice. Where was it coming from? Was it Isotta singing?

Dazed, Giovanni almost stumbled through the forest, following the voice.

"Sweep through the heather,

Like deer in the glen,

Carry me back to the days I knew then,

Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir,

Oh the life and the times of,

The Mull of Kintyre."

The sweet, beautiful voice continued, accompanied by the birds that cheeped from the trees, harmonising with the melody.

Suddenly, Giovanni arrived in a clearing, the sunlight pouring down upon a woman in a white dress who sat beside a still figure. She hummed the chorus as he approached her, taking slow, quiet steps.

"Gio." The woman whimpered, stopping her song.

Giovanni halted, assuming the woman was talking to him, but she didn't turn around.

"Please, wake up." She whispered as she stroked the figure's head, brushing his dark hair away from his face.

Giovanni stepped closer to see his own body lying still in front of her.

"Isotta." He said, but she didn't turn. "I'm here. I'm right here."

She returned to humming her song, tears falling from her eyes as she did so.

"Isotta, turn around!" Giovanni raised his voice, panicking. "I'm here!"

"Wake up, Gio, please. I need you. Don't leave me." She cried.

"I'm here!" He yelled kneeling beside the body, facing her.

She shook her head and burst into sobs, holding her face.

"Please." She said between breaths. "I love you."

"Isotta!" He gripped her shoulders, but she felt nothing. "I love you too, but listen to me! I'm here! I'm right here! I'll never leave you! Never. But I can't wake up."

"Wake up."

"I can't."

"Please."

"I can't." Giovanni bowed his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, Isotta. But I can't."

"Zeus?"

Giovanni rolled over, yawning.

"Zeus."

A pair of hands gently shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Isotta!" He blurted, greeted with her face as she leant over him.

"Isotta?" Nemesis said, sitting back, a sheet wrapped around her almost glowing body.

"Ah, no. Don't worry about it." Giovanni sat up and looked around as Nemesis gave a raised eyebrow and shook it off.

Where was he now?

"I saw the swan and the eagle in the sky. Very romantic." She smiled as she stood at the window.

"I aim to please." He said, the words falling out of his mouth as if it wasn't him that spoke them.

"And the pleasure is all mine." She said, returning to him.

Nemesis lay down beside him, stroking a finger along his chest. Giovanni sighed. How she looked like Isotta. How he wished she was.

"Don't tempt me." He breathed as her graceful fingers lingered.

"That's the idea." She whispered.

He pulled her mouth to his, kissing passionately. The kiss continued until Giovanni reluctantly pulled away.

"Leaving so soon?" Nemesis pouted as he stood, heading for the window.

"I'll be back. I promise." He blew a kiss to the goddess and threw himself backwards out of the window.

As he fell into nothingness, Giovanni screamed. What did he do that for?! He was going to die!

The air caught him and brushed against his body strangely. It ran up his spine softly, like the touch of a feather. He blinked, his vision turning to that of an eagle's, as he soared through the air, crying out.

He flew, not like falling, but actually flying, flapping his wings and following the breeze. In delight, he called again, spinning in the air, pulling his wings and talons in to dart through the sky.

White marble pillars set on a cloud greeted Giovanni as he unfurled his wings and returned to flight. As figures came into view, they waved.

"Hail, Zeus!" They called, draped in white robes lined with gold and silver stitching with the addition of metal, armour like embellishments, their attire looking ancient and futuristic at the same time.

He landed, transforming back into Zeus, wearing a similar attire to the rest of them, only more decadent and regal. What had Isotta said when she was teaching him Greek mythology? Giovanni racked his brains before remembering.

Oh, yeah. Zeus was the highest god.

"Hera, Athena." Zeus greeted as two women approached him.

"Zeus, we saw the eagle and the swan in the sky. I trust Aphrodite's plan went accordingly?" Athena winked.

"It did most certainly." He nodded, grinning to himself. "I'll congratulate her myself when I see her next."

Hera turned to him and narrowed her eyes.

"There is someone else here." She said.

"Who?" Athena demanded, her graceful apparel transforming into armour, a long spear forming in her hands.

"Giovanni." Hera called, speaking to Zeus.

"Yes." Giovanni said.

"Hera, are you mad? It's Zeus!" Athena told her.

"Look deeper." Hera replied.

Athena turned and focused on Zeus, finding the mortal man trapped within.

"Giovanni." Athena nodded.

"What's happening?" Giovanni asked. "Why am I here?"

"You are of the bloodline of the Master Assassins, Altair, Ezio and of those still to come. Your uncle was shown a similar vision, not to long ago." Hera said.

"Why?"

"In years from now, more years than your life will grant you, the end of the world will begin. However, it can be prevented. The Templars who oppose you seek to make this a reality and they must be stopped."

"Although, we spoke to your uncle under different names." Athena added.

"Yes, we have many names, as many as the humans wish to give us, but primarily, we take the names the Romans gave us."

"I am Minerva." Athena said.

"I am Juno, and you, or rather, Zeus, is Jupiter." Hera said.

"Why tell me this now?" Giovanni asked.

"Because you were not escaping death before. We speak to you now because you have nowhere else to go. You are not as easy to reach as your uncle."

"So I'm never to return back home?"

"Of course." Hera smiled. "Your love is pulling you back. That's a force that we cannot ignore." She placed a hand on his chest. "Go now. Go back to her."

The sight faded from view, clouded in a white light as Giovanni was dragged away, away from Olympus and back to Rome. Back to Isotta.