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P.S. sorry I forgot the Italian translations for the last chap. Here they are:

palazzo-like a town hall or something s

piazza-plaza

sorella-older sister

signorina-miss

Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody but Bianca

Eight years later...

I jumped again, never hesitating, having faith in my skills and the master who had taught them to me. With only the moon and a few stars for light, I jumped from a building, landed in an alley, and fled into the shadows.

I stopped running outside a black gate that led to a small herb garden. I climbed the ladder, then jumped into my room. Quickly I started taking off my weapons. I had one in every nook and cranny I could find. I often lost count. I tried to clean the blood from my shirt, and changed into a new dress.

I ran downstairs while I tried to fix my hair, preparing myself for what was to come downstairs.

I was greeted by a chorus of "Happy 23rd Birthday"s and shouts.

I smiled as my youngest sister Maria greeted me with a warm hug. She looked at me in mock suspicion "What took you so long? We were waiting here for over half an hour sorella!"

Thinking of an excuse, I said "Ummm...I was deciding what to wear?"

One of my friends, Tomaso, looked shocked "Wait, you choose your clothes?"

I glared at him "I can too be feminine and ladylike when I want to."

"Cannot"

"Can too"

"Cannot"

"Can too"

"Cannot"

"Shut up"

He grinned at me triumphantly, "Haha I win."

"Only this round signor, only this round."

Afterwards I talked to more of my friends then ate dinner. When people started to dance, I excused myself and sat on a bench in the garden outside and started looking at the stars.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped.

"Relax" Tomaso said "it's just me."

He sat down beside me and said " Why so sad bella signora? Is it because of your mentor?"

I shook my head. Though I felt sad that Antonio was dead, that was not what was bothering me. I had already lost many over the years. First my mother and father. Then my three siblings. It was just Maria and I who remained. Still, loss is not what bothered me, it was guilt. It was eating me up from the inside. I have never told anyone about my true profession, Maria included. I knew that I told her, she'd hate me for it, even be scared of me. I dont know if I could live with that.

Tomaso smiled at me "You don't have to tell me, but whatever it is, I'll be there for you."

I was touched by his sincerity and understanding. "Thank you Tomaso."

Then, realized just how closed together we were. I coughed and leaned slightly away from him. I saw disappointment flicker in his eyes but I dismissed it. I was very comfortable being just friends with him.

So for the rest of the evening, we sat on the bench together, enjoying each others company. Before he left, he took my hand and kissed it, his lips lingering on my skin.

"Bueno Notte mia bella fiore, until we meet again."

When he finally left Maria laughed "Is there something going on between you and Tomaso?"

I blushed "No, of course not."

Maria smiled slightly and cocked an eyebrow. "Really, now?"

"It's none of your business Maria."

Her smile widened.

Well, this is going to be a night to remember.

The next day, I sat down in the farthest corner of the inn, hood over my face, avoiding unwanted attention.

I looked acrossed the street and smiled. It was a bakery. The one I used to steal from. So much has happened since then. Hiring an assassin is expensive, meaning it's a job that pays well. Maria and I now live in more comfortable lifestyle, so much different from the one we lived all those years ago.

Then walking into the inn was a nervous looking man who started heading towards me. My next customer. He sat down in front of me, slightly trembling.

Amused, I asked him "So, who is it?"

The man leaned forward and said quietly "Signor De Luce"

I cocked an eyebrow "The mayor?".

He nodded "5,000 florins to kill him"

"5,000? For De Luce? I think we can do better."

"10,000?"

I nodded "Much better. When do you want it done?"

He took a shaky breath "Tonight. It has to be tonight."

"Hmm, alright I'll do it."

He handed me a pouch full of money. "This only contains 5,000 florins. I'll only give the rest when the job is done."

I shrugged "Fair enough."

Later that evening, I walked to the villa of De Luce. The shadows concealed me from prying eyes, I climbed onto the roof and slipped into open window. Stupid man, why would you keep your window open?

I walked silently through the hallways, cautious and ever ready.

I reached the end of the hallway, where there was a door left slightly open, candle seeping through the cracks. I smiled triumphantly as went in for the kill.

I unsheathed my knife and opened the door. Suddenly felt a pain in my stomach and looked down to see blood on my shirt. I had been stabbed.

My assailant stepped out of the darkness with a blood stained knife in his hands. It was the man from this morning.

"They really do over exaggerate about your skills signorina Olivieri. Imagine, an assassin assassinated! Tsk tsk, I am quite disappointed you must die."

I sneered at him."Not if I'm taking you with me."

I stabbed him in the chest and he staggered backwards and fell to the floor.

My knees wobbled and gave way. I had lost too much blood and the world around me started to dim.

Then, I saw a bright light.

I woke up to blue skies and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

I opened my eyes and sat up. Standing beside me was a man clad in strange clothes, his hand extended to me.

Hesitantly, I held it and he pulled me up. He was a slightly elderly man, with eyes that looked into your soul.

"Am I dead?" I asked. The man smiled at me "A most excellent question Bianca, however that is up to you. I am, let us say, in need of your skill."

"What for?" I asked. He smiled at me again " I need you to kill a...thing. This thing is known as the Witch King, the leader of the Nazgul."

I furrowed my eyebrows "I have no idea what that means."

"Ah, yes, but in all due time you will. If you wish to go on this journey, all you must do is drink the contents of this potion." he took out a glass phial full of a silver liquid."However, if you want to ...pass on, you must take that boat." He motioned to a white ship on the shore.

I nodded and gulped. Drinking the potion meant one last mission. Adventure. Excitement. It appealed to me. But so did peace and tranquility. In the end, my curiosity got the best of me.

I nodded at the phial "I'll do it.". He grinned and handed me the phial "Cheers" I said, then I drank.

I felt weak and fell to the ground. I felt sleepy.

"Wait." I said to him "are you God?"

He laughed "Well, in a way yes. But, I better known as Tolkien."

Then I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Italian translations:

signor-mr.

bella signora- beautiful lady

bueno notte mia bella fiore- good night my beautiful flower