At last. Enjoy, guys. :D
A QUICK TRANSLATION: La tempesta in arrivo. - The oncoming storm.
March 16th, 1500. Rome
The sound of the universe was a strange one. It synchronised with Ezio's soul almost perfectly – and the pain was gone as though it'd never been there. It healed him. He froze on the spot as a sudden wind picked up on the hillside – although it wasn't from the oncoming storm.
As though Leonardo Da Vinci were painting it into a picture, a blue box came to be. Slowly, though – Ezio watched with wide eyes as wood and detail faded into existence. A sign – written in what Ezio vaguely recognised to be English. A smaller door in one of the box's bigger ones.
A final thunk from the box.
'Mio Dio…' Giovanni murmured. 'What in God's name is this sorcery?'
Ezio reached out and pressed his palm against the wood. It felt wonderful on his skin, and his fingertips tingled. A lullaby with the softest voice in all the universe thrummed underneath his subconscious, and the sound dribbled into his soul like honey.
It was almost as if a force surrounding the box was welcoming his touch.
'My mother told me tales of such an object.'
Ezio turned to see Zita considering the box with a thoughtful expression, her head tilted to one side. 'She was a gypsy – I grew up surrounded with legends. This was one of them. The blue box and the Dottore.'
'The Dottore? Who is he?'
'A man of legend, Maestro. Sometimes, the tales called him la tempesta in arrivo.'
Ezio turned back to the box and its welcoming forces. Something compelled him to push open the door – to walk into the unknown and never return.
He didn't, in the end, for the door was opened for him.
Guess what chpater 13 is going to be made up of? That's right, MORE PHASES! *Facepalm* I promise that they'll be of a reasonable length though, not like the past TEN. D: Thanks for sticking with me, and I'll be posting soon! :D