OH MY LITERAL GOD. Right. Okay. Twenty phases to this chapter, I am not EVEN KIDDING. So you know when in Doctor Who the theme tune starts rising and oh shiittt something awesome's gonna happen? That's what I wanted here: it might not work out the way I planned since one of the phases is literally a letter long, BUT I hope you get what I mean. It'll be an effort to upload these, its early in the morning so PLEASE bear with me.
Alright, here we go!
March 26th, 1500. Rome.
The two guards who watched over the center courtyard of the Castello at night never faltered. Never tired, never slept, and never blinked.
They were Daleks. And no man dared approached them.
'WHO APP-ROACHES?'
'Cesare Borgia.' Said the man, coming out of the shadows surrounding the courtyard, accompanied by the two Daleks who had seen Valentino with him. At once, the two guarding Daleks rolled aside as Cesare stepped forward to the huge pinecone like structure in the centre that shone in the brilliant moonlight. The two Daleks accompanying him hung behind, and as Cesare started to run his long, graceful hands down the structure, they all turned to look at each other with a whirr. Something silent passed between them, and it was missed by Cesare as his long fingers found a secret hinge, and pulled.
The Apple sat there in a nook, glowing brightly and singing softly.
'Do you hear that?' He murmured in raptured delight. With another whirr, the Daleks turned their eyes to his back. 'It knows me.'
Another whirr and another silent thing were shared between the four Daleks. And this time, it was an agreement.
Cesare didn't see this exchange either as he reached in and took the Apple from its hiding place. From it rose little circles, mimicking its structure, and like a fortune teller reading a crystal ball, Cesare passed his hands over it reverently. With another little whirr, the Daleks turned their eyes on the Apple. The blue lights focused on it.
'Something is coming.' Cesare murmured. The Daleks looked up at him.
'The Assassins are moving.'