Ezio eventually named his eagle and wolf, after examining their personality. The wolf, a playfully, loyal, not to mention cheeky, he named Shahela (pronounced sha-he-la) because it seemed to fit her, and she rather liked it. The eagle, was a proud, and cocky young male, that again, was loyal, (but a little bit proud) which he named Altai (pronounced a-la-tea)which, seemed to suit him too. They were strange names, but he rather liked them, because they were unique just like their personalities. They had helped in Rome. Ceaser, now believed that the assassino rode demons, which was both good, and bad. recruiting people a nightmare. Scared he'll set his werewolf on them. but the upsides were good. He could now get anywhere within 5 minutes, and was able to practice the leap of faith, as well as the eagle cry used to call them. Altai, was very good, Ezio could always spot him circling the sky, keeping a look out, much higher than normal eagles to look smaller, and would give a loud eagles cry to alert him of anything. Shahela, was more trouble. She was better in the wild where she could run through the trees and the forest, not cities and alleyways. She could jump over roof tops very well, for she was remarkably light on her feet, but there was no easy way of hiding her. So she lied on the outskirts of Rome, which she loved-playing among the ruins, eating the occasional Romulus-whatsit people who came to pass. Ezio was worried that Shahela would get attacked by the wolf people who might try to do a coordinated attack for once, but the wolf men never seemed to notice that every so often one of their brethren would go missing perhaps they thought that the people in Rome were the ones of murder, do it never happened.

Ezio remembered the first time he went to Bartolomeo's estate on Shahela. It was pretty amusing, especially since Bartolomeo didn't believe in Shahela, or Altai. He was running late, after a fight with some guards, so he decided to call Shahela to get their fast enough- she did so in enthusiasm. Ezio couldn't speak animal, but he was pretty sure Shahela and Altai were having a contest on who could get him to love one more than the other. So Shahela got there in record time, actually jumping over the walls of the estate, and scaring the hell out of any missionaries and recruits who were in the barracks. right up to Bartolomeo himself, who turned around and positively gapped. As Ezio jumped down from Shahela's back. Ezio flicked his hood down, then gave a cheeky smile.

"Sorry I'm late!" Bartolomeo gaped for another second, then burst out laughing.

"By god, Ezio! You come in here riding a demon who was about to eat me, and just say 'sorry I'm late' like it was normal!"

"Shahela wasn't going to eat you! Were you girl?" he complained back, rubbing her on the nose. Shahela gave an innocent look, that nobody believed.

"And you haven't seen Altai yet either!" Shahela gave a grumpy little growl, and Ezio laughed.

"Stop being jealous. I love you both equally very much." Altai swooped down just to add effect, shoving Shahela out of his way, who then tackled Altai. Ezio tutted.

"If you two are going to fight, do it in the ring out of everyone's way!" They both ran off.

"Where did you even get them anyway?" Asked Bartolomeo. Ezio smiled wryly.

"A good, but unexpected friend."

"Your not going to tell me are you?" Said Bartolomeo.

"No." Came the blunt reply. They both walked towards the house, talking.

Once Ezio had finished his business with Bartolomeo, he went down to the ring to see what his little pair of devils had been doing while he was gone. He fully expected one of the to be dead, by the amount of tension between those two, but what he had found was even more amusing.

There was Altai and Shahela in the middle, play fighting, and lots of soldiers around the edge, betting. Even a little betting stall was set up, and a drinks seller. People were taking advantage of the fact there were crowds and making easy money. As soon as they saw him, they both bounded over the scared heads of the missionaries and basically tackled him to the floor. It was like being tackled by a battering ram there was no stopping it,a few tons of pure muscle and father ran in to Ezio, licking his face. Once they had let him up it took some persuasion of a few dead Templars they stood either side of Ezio like a brigade, while he raised an eyebrow at all of the now scared-looking missionaries.

"So it is true." Piped up one brave one. "You do ride demons!" Ezio sighed.

"Yes, I ride them, but they are not demons." He rolled his eyes.

"Then what are they?" Asked another. Ezio sighed

" They were bread from normal wolves, and were bread to be like this." They looked like they were about to say more, but Ezio was frustrated at the time-wasting questions he could be planning to kill Ceaser Borgia by now-and cut them off.

"No more idiotic questions! I have little time for questions just leave it be it is complicated, and none of your business, so do not even try to understand!" He jumped on Altai, and flew off, smirking at the gaping faces of the missionaries below. He knew why they were gaping. The idea of being able to fly it was a fantasy that would never be achieved for them. Ezio loved the wind rushing through his long hair, the lazy circles, the loop the loops, he occasionally did the europhia of flying so fast. It was always amusing when people first saw Altai, and Shahela. But it was Leonardo's, which was the best. Ezio had told Leonardo about them before hand, and Leonardo had been begging him for days to see them, and when he finally did bring them round…

"Ah! Ezio! Here you are-I was wondering when you would come round again!" said Leonardo-jumping up from his busy workshop Ezio had got him , once he had freed him from the Borgia. Ezio smiled.

"I brought them." Three words was all it took for Leonardo to look like he was having an insane –but happy-mental breakdown. He was jumping everywhere, rushing around like a worried and, skipping around looking for equipment, and all this and that most of which Ezio didn't understand- as well as talking to himself. It was rather funny. Ezio lead Leonardo outside, to where Altai was, and Leonardo actually fainted right in to Ezio's arms after seeing the giant eagle. How someone could faint from joy? Ezio didn't know. But he found it really amusing, and apparently, so did Shahela and Altai. Ezio could practically hear Shahela telling Altai how Leonardo fainted because of how ugly he was, and Ezio could just see Altai squawking at her back, on how at least he was more excited in him than her, because she was just plain. Then they started play fighting again. Ezio wondered if it was normal to imagine animals talking to each other but his 'pets' weren't exactly normal-of course, they'd both rip his arms off if they heard him calling them that. It didn't stop him from calling them that in his head.

Once Leonardo had come back into the world of a living, and reminded of why he fainted, he sprang back up, and started examining Altai with barely contained excitement, while Shahela and Altai argued casually throwing insults at each other like blunt throwing knifes-plentiful, and nasty, but still amusing ,cheeky, and, a kind of I'm-showing-I'm-your-friend-by-insulting-you-affec tionately.(not that either one would admit it) Leo kept babbling on about it, in funny sciency words like 'aerodynamic' and 'honey comb hollow bones' or something and 'air resistants' -how the stuff could resist, against what, and how-Ezio had no clue. So he let Leonardo go on and prattle about happily. Once done with Altai, by drawing up notes and sketches and examining him thoroughly, especially the wings; Altai was quite disgruntled and annoyed at the tiny man who prodded him for hours talking about him like he was a mere animal. Leonardo moved on to Shahela who kept trying to steal his beret, and he was coming closer and closer to getting his head bitten off by the large mouth, if she over judged by one centimetre.. Leonardo, was somehow oblivious to the certain death and interest in his beret. Maybe the only reason Shahela was doing it in the first place was to test how close she could go before Leonardo would notice. All the same, it was rather frightening for Ezio.

Finally, Ezio got back the apple, and completed in freeing Rome from the Borgia and the Templars. He, Leonardo, and Machiavelli met up one last time to say their good byes and go their separate ways. He had told them both about the mysterious 'sisterhood' as he called it, and Machiavelli suggested starting in Masyaf, for Altair may have known the sister hood. But before he would go there, he would go back to Monteriggioni and help his uncle, who was now getting on in his latter years, but still full of enthusiasm, and read up in the library about the females. As they said their last good byes, too each other, Machiavelli told Ezio of one last thing.

"Ezio, how old are you now?" Ezio looked at him curiously.

"53. Why do you ask?" Machiavelli frowned, looking at him.

"Ezio. For a man of fifty, you look extremely young." Ezio smiled lightly.

"Why thank you! Telling me how good I look for my age!" Machiavelli shook his head, and Ezio was surprised to see his face was entirely serious.

"I'm not joking Ezio. At 50, you should start having grey hairs, and becoming weaker an d getting illnesses. You look like you are still 35, and have as much energy as before. It's like you reached 35, and just stopped aging. You are exactly the same as when you got here. Did anything happen before you came to Rome?" Ezio frowned, thinking it was normal. But realised it was true. For a 50-year-old, he had never felt so alive, and fit. Had anything happened before Rome? And then he saw it. It hit him like a brick wall. The blast Cealia gave him from the apple. Could it of really stopped him aging? Furthermore was this just the start? Would he just get to a certain age of 80, and just die, looking young? Was he just frozen in time, and still be stabbed and die, or was he immortal? Could it really be? Ezio shook his head.

"None that I know of. I'll keep an eye out. Thank you Machiavelli." Machiavelli looked at him suspiciously, but dismissed it.

"Goodbye Ezio."

"Goodbye Niccolo." And they walked off in separate directions. Ezio's mind was still whirring at the new questions in his head. And had one true motive now. He remembered Cealia's advice.

"free Rome once again of tyranny, and when you are finally done, then come and find us…"