Hey folks, I know it's been far too long since I've updated. I just really have not had the time. Hopefully this will do for a while. Enjoy. Also, I don't own any Assassin's Creed or Zelda anything. If I did, I'd be swimming in a room full of money right now.
The Legend of Midna: Twilight Creed
Chapter Four: Memory Sequence 3
"Mr. Fox!" barked Mason.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered as I dragged myself out of bed. "Get into the machine, I know."
"Very good, Mr. Fox," Mason sniggered as he strolled over to his desk. "I see I've finally got you trained to do this without any questions."
"Oh, I've got questions," I said blearily. "I just know there's no point in asking."
"Llwynog," said Machiavelli, "eccellente. I have some news that I believe you will be interested to hear."
"What is that?" I asked, giving Machiavelli a short bow.
"I have been thinking it over, and Ezio agrees. It is time for us to travel to the Twilight Realm. We can all benefit from this, as we believe Dredloc to be in the possession of one of the Pieces of Eden."
"Non capisco," I said, determined to use more Italian when speaking to Ezio and Machiavelli. "What are these Pieces of Eden you keep mentioning?"
"They are very powerful artifacts," Machiavelli explained, "created by Those Who Came Before. We are still not entirely sure who they were, but we do know that they created the Pieces of Eden to enslave humanity. As you can imagine, they are very dangerous in the hands of one who wishes to use them as a weapon."
"And you believe Dredloc possesses one?"
"Sì," said Machiavelli. "It is the only way I can think of that Zant could be resurrected. If he does possess a Piece of Eden, it is imperative that he be stopped before it is too late."
"So where do we go from here?" I asked, eager to stop Zant from being resurrected, and to bring retribution to Dredloc for his attempt on the monarchs' lives.
"To the Basilica di San Pietro," said Machiavelli. "That is the place you described to us when you first arrived in Roma, and we believe that the Vault of Minerva is where the portal you used is located."
We set off from the Tiber Island hideout to the Basilica. When we finally arrived, Mass was already in session.
"You had better pull your hood a little farther forward," Ezio suggested before opening the door. "We'll need to wait until Mass is finished before we can enter the vault, and we don't want to risk anyone mistaking you for a demonio again."
"If we need the Basilica empty," I said, "wouldn't it make more sense for me to go in undisguised? It would empty out faster and we could get on with it."
"No," said Machiavelli. "That would cause too great of an uproar, and we don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves." We entered the Basilica and found seats in a pew at the back. We went through all the motions (Ezio and Machiavelli may have even been sincere in them, I wouldn't know) until finally the Basilica emptied. Then we set to work. Ezio opened the vault just as he had when he first discovered it, and we entered. Finally we reached a rectangular room of black marble. Then I saw something I recognized.
"Here," I said, indicating a marking on the wall. "It's the mark of the Twili. This must be the way." I placed a hand to the mark, and instantly a gateway just like the Mirror of Twilight opened up before us.
"Well," said Machiavelli, "it seems we have found our portal. Messer Llwynog, lead the way." Emboldened by Machiavelli addressing me as such, I stepped one foot into the portal and immediately felt myself being swept away through it.
When I finally touched down, the air that filled my nostrils was much colder than what I had breathed moments before. I felt good here; the black earth, the black clouds, the orange sky, this was what was familiar to me. Finally I was home. Unfortunately, I could not say the same for my companions.
"Cazzo!" Ezio spat as he touched down in the Twilight Realm. "It's freezing here! How can you stand it?"
"This is his home, Ezio," Machiavelli said through gritted teeth, "although I must agree; we should get inside, out of the cold."
"Va bene," I said without even thinking about it, "but if you think this is cold, you should come here in the winter. This is nothing compared to that time of year." I started off in the direction of my house, when I noticed the Italians were heading straight to the Palace.
"Dove andate?" I called out. "My house is this way!"
"We aren't going to your house," Machiavelli called back. "We need to go to the Palace." I sprinted back to where they were and followed in their wake.
"Scusi?" I said. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said," Machiavelli insisted. "We need to enter the Palace." It was about that time that we reached the Palace gate, where two guards wielding pikes stopped us in our tracks.
"Turn back, humans," the guard on the right said. "You are not welcome here."
"Wait," said the guard on the left, narrowing his eyes. "Isn't that Twili the one who tried to assassinate the King?"
"It is!" the other one cried. The two of them lowered their pikes so that the spiked heads pointed directly into my chest. "Kill him!"
Before any of us knew what had happened, Ezio had already sprung into action. In no time, both guards had been disarmed, and now Ezio was crouched over both of them with a hidden blade half an inch from each of their throats.
"What is going on here?" said another voice from inside the Palace. It was followed the King of Twilight and his wife as they came hurrying down the steps to where we stood.
"What is the meaning of this?" Midna shrieked. Then her eyes widened with fury when they landed on me. "You! This is the second time you've tried this. I'll have your head!"
"With all due respect," said Machiavelli, "I believe you are mistaken. That is precisely why we have come here. You see, although you believe he did, Llwynog, in fact, did not try to assassinate you." He then turned to Link. "Furthermore, we believe we know who is behind it."
"Are you certain?" Link asked. "If so, we must not waste any more time."
"Link," Midna snapped. "Am I to understand that you actually believe what this man says?"
"Of course," Link said calmly. "I believe him, and so should you. Furthermore, I would trust Machiavelli with my life."
"You know him?" Midna was nearly beside herself.
"Clearly," said Link. "Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine."
"What was that?" Midna demanded. "What did you just say?" Then a grin spread across Link's face as he looked to Machiavelli, then to Ezio, and then to me. An unspoken understanding occurred between the four of us, and it was almost as if what happened next had been rehearsed.
Link began with, "Nothing is true."
"Everything is permitted," Machiavelli answered.
"We work in the shadows," said Ezio.
"To serve the light," I finished.
Then together we all said, "We are Assassins."
Disappointment flooded over me as I saw the arc of the animus screen receding. I didn't want to be back here in this shitty place, I wanted to be in the Twilight Realm with Ezio and Machiavelli.
"Well, well, well," sneered Mason. "Interesting, Mr. Fox. Very interesting, indeed. I wish I could keep you in the machine longer, but we don't want any harm to come to you."
"That's thoughtful of you," I retorted as I forced myself into a sitting position.
"Oh, it's not really for your benefit," said Mason. "It's the problem of not being able to explore Llwynog's memories if your body's been torn apart. Or if you've gone mad, that won't help either. No, I'm afraid we have to stop for now."
"You really are a bastard, you know that?" I said as I made my way back to my room.
"I may be a bastard, Mr. Fox," Mason called out as he headed towards the doors that led to who-knows-where, "but I'm also the one in control of your life from here on out, so there's really not a damn thing you can do about it, is there?" Then he stepped through the doors and was out of sight.
The doors to my room shut behind me, and I got into bed. I didn't want to sleep, I wanted to be back in the animus, but I couldn't do anything about my situation, so I resigned myself to sleep once again.
"What a fucking git."