It was exactly 3 to 8, and Ezio waited patiently, in a small secluded square in Venice. It was a good place, to meet an assassin realised Ezio. Tall, but easily climbable houses, a large clock, a good view. The assassins had said to meet in the square, but right now, Ezio was on one of the rooftops surrounding the place . Weather it was just chance, Ezio wondered idly, or had the place had been specifically scoured for enemy snipers and soldiers on the roof? Ezio believed it was the latter. There was never coincidence for assassin's. Perhaps they chose this place because you could easily see all the way out of it, but very hard to see the square in itself. It had a small tower, that now read 1 to 8. They were going to be late. That wasn't a very unsurprising occurrence. The rooftops, and streets were monitored, and one little mistake could get you into a fight with the templar guards. Looking at the clock, he counted down the seconds to 8.
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3.. three dark shapes appeared the other side of the square. Almost silhouettes, the colours of their clothes, dark, but not completely black. Ezio wandered if the time was picked for the visibility too. At the first strike of 8, they all simultaneously dropped down onto the paved stone. Ezio followed matter. As Ezio got near, to them, he looked at their uniform properly. It seemed, like a exact version of his, but with some modifications. As they neared, Ezio found out the worst shock at all- he had been right! They were women! But instead or showing it like any normal 13th century civilian, he hid it from his face, for all assassin's had learn to hide their emotions from anyone. It was one of the first skills as a assassin, he had learnt. They were slightly smaller than him, but for women, they were tall and were some of the few women who didn't seem tiny, to Ezio's now 6 foot something height. One of the modifications on the uniform, (apart from the obvious 'it was redesigned to fit women') was that the hood was more lowered than his, and came further down on the face, making impossible, to see the wearer's face, even in the brightest light. Judging from just the bottom of the face, Ezio guessed the mystery female assassins were slightly older than him, by a few years. He also guessed that the three were probably very beautiful, but that was only a vague guess from what he could see in the dying sun.
"Hello." Ventured Ezio cautiously.
"Hello." Came the cool reply back.
"Are you assassins?" He asked "You are in the creed, and the same clothes, but I do not ever remember seeing you before, or hear you mentioned by others." Stated Ezio
"We are not from your group of assassins." Said the main female back. She seemed to be the spokes person of the three, as one was completely silent, and the other seemed to be glaring at him, as if he had just stolen her hidden blade, which he noticed, they all had. The main assassin realised that her friend was glaring at him, and said in a calm, collected voice, with a tinge of impatience,
"That's enough, Phoby! He's on our side." Phoby, just muttered something and looked away. The spokes women sighed.
"Perhaps we should start by introducing each other?" Asked Ezio. The female nodded.
" I'm Cealia de Montair, this grumpy guts is Phoby, as you know, Phoby Wariington, and the silent one is, Ezperanda, Ezperanda Bellandi. " Esperanda just looked at Ezio, nodded then turned back to looking around, completely ignoring him again. Cealia took her hood off, making a kind of subconscious statement as if saying,' I trust you with my identity.'
" My names Ezio, Ezio Auditore da Firenze." He stated, taking his hood off also. Cealia raised a slender eye brow. Cealia, as Ezio had predicted, was very beautiful. She had dark, brunette hair, in a long plat, that whipped around her face. She had pale skin, not that native olivly kind of colour that was the colour of those from Italy, showing she was foreign. She spoke with a accent took, that ezio could not place either.
"Auditore?" She asked
"Yes." He confirmed, frowning " Is there something wrong with my surname?"
"No, it is just, you are a direct descendant then?" She questioned.
"Yes." Confirmed Ezio again, wondering how they knew he was a direct descendant from Altair.
"Are you staying here long?" Questioned Ezio.
"No." Stated Cealia, " But I am sure we will be reacquainted at another time. I rather like you, Ezio Auditore. Which is why I'm going to give you a present." Ezio cocked his head in puzzlement, as Cealia handed him a tiny ,silver whistle on a chain.
"Only blow it when you are in dire need for help. We will always come. " Stated Cealia.
"Thank you ." Ezio nodded. Cealia sighed.
"I must go now, but I am sure we will meet again, Ezio Autidore. The Sisterhood always keeps it's promises!" And with that, the three assassin's climbed up the building with extraordinary speed, and Cealia gave a one handed salute before disappearing. Ezio fingered the whistle. Examining it. He slipped the chain on, with a light smile and climbed up the other side of the square. Ezio was sure, he would meet them again.