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Chapter 5

Run little friend

It was unbelievable that I had been there for so long; almost a month, but it made sense. In that time, Annetta had taught me many great things; how to cook, sew, getting a clearer look at what condition things were in; what you should buy and what you really shouldn't; and how to clean things faster if you were in need of time. And now I would have my riding skills refreshed; of course those I should have since I had a horse – if not, then I would learn.

I was excited and a bit anxious to try it, but I knew that the first hurdle would be to get through the night so that the day would come. Federico had spoken to Giovanni about Scura, and nothing had been an issue. I owed that man so much and I had to seriously think of something so that I could give a little of all the kindness back.

We had finally returned to the palazzo after a long day. I was tired and a little headache had started to come into power as we returned home. No questions were asked as we arrived home and I revieced the so-wanted peace.

I had thrown my shoes on the floor, and was now sitting on my bed with my hands along my sides, resting on the soft fabric of the bed. On the nightstand were my former clothes, folded neatly, and on the floor stood my old boots. Curiosity welled up a bit inside of me as I looked at them. I stretched out for them since they were within my reach. The white shirt was utmost normal, nothing there, but the cardigan was something else. With its black fabric and the extremely detailed gold embroidery, it was surely in the high-end of quality—I was not a second in doubt about that fact. It was incredibly soft, delicate, and my scent lingered in the fabric, but this smell was a tad different. There was an extremely faint trace of wild flowers, but I was not sure. I saw one last time on it with a gaze that practically begged for something from my past, but nothing sprang to my mind. A bit disappointing, I must say. It was made for a woman, every single bit of these clothes were so it wasn't something I had stolen, or at least I didn't think so.

I glared out of the window that showed in front of me. The sun's golden rays streamed in, since my room was a corner room, my windows was against West and East. As they say, the sun sets in the west, rises in the east, and I had a beautiful view for both events.

I could see the tiny dust particles that were dancing in the bright orange rays, it looked so graceful. For a moment I fell into a reverie as I followed the figure of the dancing speckles. However, reality broke in and caught my awareness. Annetta called, it was time to make the daily dinner. I dropped the cardigan gently onto the bed, got up, put my boots on, and made my way out of my room and into the kitchen to help.

Flames, high voracious flames stood like demons and swallowed everything they touched. Screams lingered in the night's black-blue surface, but it was still so quiet. Colors were mixed together; they had to pretend something, but they were just a big blurry mass. The earth knotted under her feet; it was as if it complained and cried over the pain which happened on its surface, but it remained dead silent. So many sounds were missing, but actually still there. Some simple houses took shape only to be wiped out by the grayish smoke shortly after. An enticingly whisper broke through the nerve-wracking silence, which nonetheless was so opposite of silence, screams and cries, it was as if they were just below the facade, trying to break loose.

Her bare feet continued over the dead and fried earth, only a little white Nightdress covered her slender body. The whispers went on, and it was as if the smoke could draw enticingly hands in front of her. Then for the first time, she saw a figure in the grayish smoke, which was beginning to sting in her eyes, making them a little watery.

She slightly tilted her head to get a better look at the person, she narrowed her eyes, tried her best to see and it worked as she came closer. A person with their back turned and lightly flowing hair stood one meter ahead. It was certainly a woman.

The body reacted by a shock when she felt something grab her, grabbed her around her ankles then the white dress. She looked frightenly down, her eyes widened as her eyes fell upon the figure of the black, burned hands, which clung to her. They came up from the ground, but they were more shadowy than anything else. They left black, ash traces on her and she tried immediately to break free. She only ended up with a few steps back and then heard how the whispering voice again did it's enticingly walk through the heavy air, but this time it was angry and reproachfully.

"Why? Why did YOU KILL ME?" It howled, and she felt as if a gale had hit her. She lost every bit of air that had been in her lungs. She bowed with agony, with fear grasping into her every bone. She gasped for air; getting only a little, she torn off the dark hands, fell on the ash-like soil.

She crawled, reversing back with fear stabbed in her dark blue eyes. Tears began to tear themselves away, razed down along her cheeks. She never got to see the face of the woman which was about to turn towards her, as the black hands stopped her flight. The hands were devouring her, holding her to the ground. The blood ran down along her skin as the nails burrowed into her skin. She screamed, but the scream was dead, like all other sounds...

She sat up in a rush, shaking with fear, tears running down her cheeks along with cold sweat drops. Her eyes reflected her panicked, and they fled to every corner of the room as if to check if it all was true. To her luck, it had been simply a nightmare. She gasped heavily after her breaths, still not relaxed enough to let her head and eyes be in the same line. Her jaw quivered briefly as she founded out her blanket had been kicked off of her, hanging halfway off of the bed. She was too strained to think about the matter, and she quickly breathed out again, getting control over her panicked body.

She let her arms embrace her, hugging herself, almost digging the nails into her skin, where the hands had been. It had been far too realistic for her tastes. After rubbing her hands a bit on her arms, she let them continue to run through her hair, removed some of it from her weary eyes. She closed them gently, hesitantly. Her hands had encountered on the long path of the salty tears and dry them appalling away from her skin.

Her skin had been covered in a film of moisture, but it quickly began to disappear as time moved on. She only looked out the window for a few seconds; the night was still as dark as ever, and the nightmare filled her thoughts once again, making her regret the decision to look outside, they were only a few stars on the sky that night.


That night I didn't sleep much and when the sleep finally had its grip on me, it was already too late—or rather, too early—I had to get up and make the last few things before the riding lesson. For a few minutes, I was thinking what would be best: the dress I normally wore, or my clothes from before. It did seem more practical to wear pants than a dress. I stood somewhat speculatively, but I decided to go for the pants and the shirt. The cardigan wasn't needed since it had been a pretty warm week, though we were in December, not that it looked that warm either, but I didn't need such a fine cloth on me.

Instead of the boots I had gotten from Annetta, I decided that my other long boots would be better for this, without the bigger sole, it hopefully wouldn't do any trouble.


I was determined to be the first to leave the house that morning, but I knew Annetta would already be up. When I jogged down the stairs, I was surprised to see Giovanni arrive. He looked surprised at me, since he probably didn't think I would be up by at this hour, since it was my day off. I quickly stopped. We remained quiet, but Giovanni decided to make his entry short and slipped quickly into his office, closing the door. I followed him briefly with just my gaze, but shook my head a little then continued down the stairs. Before I went out the door, I quickly said goodbye to Annetta, then I disappeared into the early morning where the mist was still lingering to the ground. There weren't many people, but the usual sellers were starting to open their small stands. They didn't give me many glances as I trudged off in a fresh trot.

There was only one stable boy when I arrived to the stable. We only nodded a little to each other as a friendly gesture. I could hear welcome neighing as I entered the barn; Scura had already discovered me, and now stood with her head out of the bay and watched me come closer. I smiled reassuringly to her as I laid a hand on her muzzle, and scratched her slightly on her pan with the other hand. She closed her eyes, enjoying and made a low humming noise. After opening the door to her bay, I walked in, not feeling that I should be afraid of this animal, who was so calm. I let one hand follow along her strong neck, feeling how soft her fur was and how comfortable it was. But I ended soon with her head in my hands again, not wanting to let me get so easily off.

"I see that you're in a good mood today. Slept well?" I said in a low voice, my words did sound content. "Well good for you, I can't quite say the same through" She looked as if she didn't understand and moved a little with her head. But I didn't say more, just felt how a rueful smile took shape on my lips. Thoughts about the nightmare made me feel ill. I felt as if the hands began to crawl over my skin again. It had me to trembling slightly, but Scura wouldn't let the heavy thoughts be in my head. She was quick to direct my attention to her instead. I looked gratefully at her, then let my back rest at the bay's wall and then slid slowly down to the ground covered by straws. I didn't understand that dream; maybe I had been running from my past, and finally had forgotten about it, maybe the old me didn't want to remember it. I was so confused, not knowing what to do.

I felt Scura muzzle against my cheek, letting my gaze up upon her again. She breathed her warm air in my face and I felt a strange urge to just shrink me into her, embrace her, like that would erase all of my problems.

As the time flew by, I had decided to curry Scura, with a little help from the stable boy, but he had other things to do, other horses to take care of, but as time was going by, other stable boys came, and the master of the stable. I could hear footstep down the hall, the movement was a bit like an echo in the barn, and they came closer. Scura responded to the sound by looking a little in the direction, but then just turned to munch on some of the hay and I just continued to brush her, it might as well be some of the young boys, but the steps which indicated that there were two people, turned out to be the ones I was waiting for.

"I see you're up early. Forgot that you had a day off?" I turned, hearing Ezio voice. Ezio and Federico stood in front of the bay, looking at me with their usual smiles. They got me to remember why it was that I had been up so early, and the thought wasn't nice, but I hid it from them. Why should I burden them with a dream that was so confusing and uncomfortable as the one I had? And if what the voice had said was true, then it was a completely different matter, but it was just a dream, nothing more.

"I guess I was too excited about this." I tried extra hard to hide the fact that my voice sounded tired and influenced by the night's occurrence. They seemed to buy it, or I hoped so, because I quickly forced my gaze away from them. They shouldn't see my effected mood. I got annoyed at myself about the whole situation; this shouldn't ruin my not-yet-started lesson, so I quickly forced a smile and some other thoughts to cloud my mind. I turned to them, this time with a more whole hearted smile.

"Well, let's get started then" Federico said.

Scura was not quite so crazy about the two brothers, and certainly not with Ezio, so it was a little awkward when he was teaching me how the saddle served and how it should be strapped. Federico was getting some of the stable boys to get theirs horses ready, because we would go for a ride together.

Ezio was standing behind me, and when I was doing something wrong, he would either take my hands and lead them where they should be, or show me how to do it with his own while he explained how to do it, and what to be looking for. Scura wasn't making it much easier, she was protesting about the presence of Ezio, so when I had to buckle the strap, she began to fill her lungs with deep breathe and bend her head down, which just made her extra big in size, so it was much harder to get the strap tight. Ezio would as soon try to get her to stop, but she would not take orders from him and she bit annoyingly out after him.

I got surprised when Ezio moved quickly out of the way, trying not to get any of his skin inbetween her teeth. He hit me a little when he was moving, but it was nothing to topple me down. Scura stood still; she had only moved with her neck, but I was getting impatient with her prejudice construction. She wasn't making this any easier.

"Scura, stop it!" She flinched a little, hearing the hardness of my voice. She shook a little with her head and snorted out, like she didn't approve of the scolding, but did as I asked of her.

"Hmm, normally I don't have problems with the ladies" Ezio said out of wonderment but with a little chaff. "Haha, well, Scura is special I guess." I laughed a little.

"Indeed." I just smirked a little by hearing his low words but turned my attention to the saddle. We were almost finished, only missing the bridle.

"Well, lets get this finished and meet with Federico." I nodded in determination and we continued with the lesson, this time without as much protest from Scura, so Ezio relaxed a little, but never really left some of his awareness of Scura and her sudden movements. As the equipment was placed on her, it was as if things fell into my mind how to do it. Of course, I did make mistakes, but Ezio was patient and showed me how to do it. We left the saddlebag behind, since we didn't need it.

When we finally were making our ways out of the barn, we could see Federico standing outside with two horses by his sides, a red one and a dark brown one, all ready and set. The red one did look rather tempered, but I had other things to think about. The horses didn't say anything to each other, or it was more like Scura ignored them.

"Okay, now what?" I turned to look at Ezio, waiting for him to explain me how to get up on Scura, but of course I had an idea about it, but I would rather ask then make a fool out of myself. Ezio just smiled warm by my determination and turned to show me the reins.

"Take around the reins with your left hand and place your hand on the pommel on the saddle and place your other hand on the back of the saddle. Then place your left foot in here, and just lift yourself up." He showed with his hand the places, and then turned to look at me with a encouraged gaze. I sighed, ready, and approached the saddle and did as he had said. He held, however, an additional hold on the reins and was ready to intervene, if I were to fall down from my swing. I appreciated that he stood there, the first time I tried to get up, I was about to fall backwards, so with a little help from him, I came finally up after multiple tries to get there. I slid a little back and forth to sit properly and the saddle leather made only this possible. I could feel how I started to get a bit nervous, but I was excited about how it would turn out.

I stared down at Ezio as if to ask if I was sitting the right way, but I saw nothing wrong in his expression. "Good, now lean a bit back and relax-" He let a hand slide slowly up my back. It was warm and it got a slight chill to wake up in me, hopefully he didn't notice. Then he let his hand fall down along my leg to my foot. There was something mawkish about it, but I quickly shook the feeling away. Then he corrected the way my foot was laying in the stirrup, so it was only the tip of my foot that was placed on it. "-hold the reins like this and you are good to go. Now to get her to walk; use your legs to kick her lightly against her flanks, to stop her again, use your weight and easily pull in the reins." I nodded, breathe a little deep and tried it out. She did as he had said. She was walking, I was riding, and it was unbelievable.

I could feel how Scura's body moved under me; it was a good feeling. Scura was calm, and just went with a relaxed pace forward. But it took some time for me to get used to it all. There was a balance to be held and there were many things to be kept track of that had to be right.

Hooves could be heard behind me and I looked, with a little inconvenience, back. Ezio was now on the brown horse and Federico on the red one, both on their way towards us. They got up besides me, one on both sides.

"You're looking good, now let's get going," Federico said, showing the way we were heading for. It was a small path amidst all the green; with its beige color it divorced itself from the rest of the surroundings, but not in a bad way.


The nature was beautiful; you wouldn't think that we were in a winter month because everything was just as green as ever; well, at least I thought so. We had been riding for some time, and I was handling it quite well. After I had mastered the essentials, which came rather quickly, we had not been long to slow up a bit, but now, after a good hike in trot, we had slowed down again, getting the horses a little break. Scura really enjoyed getting out and exercise again. She had kept the same speed throughout the trip so far.

"You look like you have done this a million times. I guess you are ready for some more speed," Federico said resolutely, holding his horse, causing us to stop. I was still in the center, but suddenly they were exchanging glances but with something secretive in them, I looked from one to the other, not really liking the way they look.

"What are you two planning?" I asked, still not getting any calmer by the minute.

"Ezio, what do you say to a little run?"

"That wouldn't be fair for the bello, since we have the fastest horses in the city."

"What? Running? What are you talking about?"

"But what fun is a ride if you don't do it without a little competition?"

"Hello guys! I'm not following you here, could you spare a minute and tell me what you're planning?"

"I suppose you're right," Ezio declared then taken a better hold of his reins, ready for something to come. "What's the finish line?" He asked looking at Federico, both were complete ignoring me but I was beginning to understand what it was they were talking about.

"Over there, at the small bridge," Federico said while he pointed at some object in the distance, which really couldn't be seen, but we knew where it was.

"Fine by me." And then I was left in a cloud of dust, alone. Of course they would suddenly run off into a stupid race. Scura reacted too, but I got her hold back, not sure what had been going on. She sidestepped a little, dancing over the ground, but then calmed down a bit, but not the least satisfied by being the last one.

"Come on, Oria, it's a race, you're supposed to run along, you know!" Ezio yelled while he looked back at me. He was getting farther and farther away with Federico by his side, both horses in a fresh gallop.

"THAT'S CHEATING YOU KNOW!" I yelled as loud as I could, and the only answered I got, wasn't much to get this more equitable.

"I KNOW!" Stupid boys. But oh well, might as well get along and get to the finished line. I would probably lose anyway, but of course I wasn't going to give up right away.

"Well, let's go and get them girl" I said and Scura was fully onto the idea. With almost nothing to get her lose from her stance, she jumped forward in a big gallop move. For a moment I was surprised, but I knew there would be pace. It was a strange feeling to start with; you just had to hold on, but the more steps she took, and brought us closer to the brothers, the more I enjoyed the fresh momentum. To have been very adhesive, I was freer and followed her movements better. It was an amazing feeling; one would think that it was the same as flying. I loved the speed already and the smooth's movement she made right beneath me was thrilling.

I could see how we got closer to those cheaters in an unbelievable speed. At first I was pretty bumpy in the saddle, but soon I could follow her movements. Sitting steady, while I felt how the wind brushed me in my face. This got me to believe that we actually could win this race. She got closer, so close that I almost could touch the posterior of the two horses. I got in between them, the surprising look in their faces was almost enough to feed my satisfaction, but not quite yet. I admit that their horses weren't slow, not even near that, but Scura didn't look like she was impressed.

"Well, hello boys!" I was a little presumptuous, and my expression couldn't hide it, but they just smirked in response, looking like they were up to the competition. I felt like Scura was telling me that she was only waiting for me and the permission to really get into speed, and I gladly welcomed it.

"See you at the finish line," I said, teasing and a bit superior-like as well, and then I poked a little to Scuras flanks. By that she shot her chest forward and then it was as if her gallop steps got longer, took more ground within every step. The urge to just give in for the speed, wind and the nature around us, overcame me, and I threw an arm in the air while closing my eyes, it was fantastic. We were bathing in sunlight and embraced by the fresh air. I loved this speed; it was as if I could touch the sky with my bare hand. She had already outrun the other horses, leaving them behind. She was indeed a stunning racehorse. Like nothing was impossible. Her long but strong slender legs carried her over the ground as a bird would fly in the air. It was fascination.

I looked behind me to see how far Ezio and Federico were. There were unknown meters between us, prompting a smile to roam my lips. The surroundings changes steadily as we went forward, now getting into a small group of trees that were hiding the sky and sun making only few rays going through, but that made it magical with those poles of golden light steaming down.

The brightness was getting into view, but at the same time Federico and Ezio were nearing behind us, and the horses they were riding on had a stubborn glint in their eyes, as if they wouldn't let a mare be in the lead.

"Are you getting slower, dear Oria?" I could hear how cocky Ezio's voice was, when he had brought himself up besides me and Federico came strictly after.

"Haha, don't worry, I just thought that I should give you a chance," I replied boldly while looking deep into his brown eyes. He held my gaze for a moment before breaking into a wry smile. He could see the playfulness in me. It was like it reflected back in him. I tore my gaze to myself, looked forward and began to think that we had ridden side by side sufficient enough, I leaned a little forward and took a better team in the reins, then used my voice to speed up and my feet gently pressed Scura at her sides. The speed took a new level, she forced her way through, riding once again ahead of the others, and this time to keep the leading role. The hooves were like a storm that romped forward and tore the ground up after itself, with large clouds of dust hanging behind it.

It was a great feeling when we finally reach the bridge as the winners, but we just flew right over it, not stopping, we had too much speed to simply stop right there, but when we had finally stopped few meters away, Ezio and Federico had just galloped over the bridge. I patted Scura rewarding for the great speed she had supplied, on her strong neck. The course had made us both a little breathless, so as soon as I could, I leaned cross the relaxed neck of hers, released the reins and petted her a bit, while I stuck my nose into her mane, so I really could sniff her furry fragrance.

"That I did not expected" Federico interrupted my little peace, I glanced a little at them while they approached.

"Neither did I, but God it was fantastic!" I cheered with sparkling eyes.

"One thing is for sure; you definitely can ride, I don't think we need to teach you anymore." Federico said in redolence.

"And you called us cheaters" Ezio muttered, who held his horse an in front of me.

I just smiled teasinginly. "You just have to accept that you're slower than a girl, Ezio" I let my tongue poke out with a jauntily, bantering gleam on my face, at him. He rolled with his eyes, chuckled a little, and shook with his head. "So sweet you are. Did you hear that Federico? She just said we were slow"

"No, she said you were slow, dear brother," Federico teased and look a little conceited at him. I laughed at that, leaving the brother's to themselves, knowing that they probably would continue their little "word game." But Federico stood as the victorious big brother, leaving the loser position to Ezio.

"We should head back now" I declared before the two of them would go too much into their little game. And so, we began to ride home, this time in a slow speed, just enjoying each other's company.


It was the 16th of December, little over a week had passed since our first enjoyable ride. It had been fun, and I had tried as many times as I could to get Scura out and running. The skills of mine had kept getting better and better. I didn't need help from the others anymore, as I could remember things about what to do with horses. The mystery of the saddlebag had lingered in the air, so I had also took the time to get through the saddlebag, which hadn't been touched for ages it seemed; a lot of dead food, medicine, bandages and some small things filled the bag. Nothing that was out of the ordinary and not something that had triggered anything from my past to show itself. Gratefully, I hadn't got any nightmares since the first, (and hopefully the last one) and for that, I was thankful.

The noise was like a buzz for my ears and the heat was dry, but not unbearable. I was sitting on a little bench outside in the little square front garden, in the palazzo. By my side was Claudia, sitting and talking nonstop while I was the victim of the unstoppable words that left her pink mouth.

I didn't feel like a plain maid whose only purpose was all the hard tasks around the palazzo. Claudia had probably just need to talk with some other than her rather stiff friends. I have to admit, I didn't like them that much; they looked at me like I was just a measly peasant, not worthy of their respect, it wasn't all of them that gave that viper of cause.

My concentration was taken by the far too familiar, masculine figure of the young man who always went with his confident measures. He was probably going out on those small errands he made for his father, because he was heading straight towards the gate. He only gave us a little bit of his brown eyes, but I caught it as if he had thrown it at me. I only followed him with the blue of my gaze for at short time, Claudia was the one to break the silent glance. I turned to look at her, and find a really teasing but still a little odd look on her face, but her eyes that had been directed at me was now on where Ezio just had been.

"Men can be such beasts."

"Claudia, are you talking about your own brother?" I was surely surprised to hear that coming from her, Claudia, the girl who was madly in love. Claudia was still very serious and not a single little wrinkle told otherwise.

"In fact I am, and that's why I'm warning you. He is expressly a beast." I couldn't quite understand where it all came from, but she didn't look at me, she still had her gaze directed right at the spot Ezio had just passed.

"Claudia, are you mad at your brother?"

"No, why do you think that?"

"Well, I didn't quite expect that from you." I raised my body a little, could not help but shake a bit with my head, but she sounded to know what she was talking about, but then again, she had known Ezio far longer than I had, so there was probably something about the chatter.

"No, but trust me when I say this: he had that face when he is going to have a little fun and certainly with some women." So the man wasn't on some errands for his father, what a surprise. "Oria, I only say this because I'm your friend, but do look out, you never know when he or other guys is going to make their move..."

"Haha, Claudia, I will be perfectly okay. It's not like all the men are running after me, and I can take care of myself just fine."

"Yes, because that we saw the other day."

"Claudia!" I broke out with a slightly irritated voice. I know she meant the best, but this was getting a little on my nerves.

"Oria, you may be blind enough not to see it, but I have seen how some guys tend to look at you, and it's not fairy tales they are thinking." My eyes went rolling a little, let a sigh roll out and I looked once again on her with a little raised eyebrows.

"You sound like your mother, Maria, you know," I said, not that annoyed this time.

"Weeell, my dear mother may have told a thing or two quite like it," She couldn't hold her smile for any longer and busted out in a big, charming smile, which just got me laughing with her.

"Fine, I will look out, but I don't see the fuss about this," I admitted, but she just shrugged.


The weather was sultry, the sky was painted with a warm but dull orange color and the clouds danced easily over heaven's breezes. Most of the day was gone, but it was not over. The city was not quiet, it was awake and cheerful. I was in the little atrium of the palazzo, enjoying this great weather and the small flowers, honeysuckle, that where blooming in the little stand that was like a whole carpet over one of the walls. Maria's little diversion I think, she were the one who kept the plant intact.

I sniffed a little of their sweet olfactory allowing myself to forget a little about the world around me.

"You know what?" I got a shook, flinched my eyes open in their own soundless scream, turning half around just to find Ezio standing in the opening of the little atrium. I got quickly my gasp under control. In a small attempt to act calm and not surprised at all, I asked, but it was only a failing attempt.

"What?"

Ezio moved closer with my wary eyes glued to him. "You remind me of a flower, that one actually,-"He was really close, a different smell was lingering to him, I couldn't describe it wholehearted. He was now pointing with a steady finger towards one of the white flowers that grew in the climbing plant "-while closed, you're mysterious, keeping your color, elegance and abilities only for yourself. But open I think that you will be one of the finest flower seen." Questions raising brows were sky high on my face. I had turned to look at the flower he had pointed out, making me face with a little of a back towards him. "But you still need something to bloom to that beautiful flower, to make you a true flower." This was getting more and more sneaky and smarmy as he talked. I turned, just to find out that my eyes were bound to his. I didn't like this charming talk he was firing with.

"I can give you that…" That was it. He was making his way towards my face, and his eyes totally on my lips. My back was up against the wall, my head pressing a little on the plant, so some of the white flowers was sticking their heads forward inbetween some of my dark locks.

He was trying to kiss me, and the thing he just said… I already knew what he meant by giving me the last boost to make me a full-fledged "flower" – flower my ass, he wanted just to have sex with me.

"Do you say this to every girl you try to sleep with?" I snarled, cold with a killer look in my dark blue eyes.

"No, not everyone"

A high sound of a clash was followed by the dead silence, but not for long, after my hand had make its mark on his right cheek, I exclaimed in a high note and like water flowed over a carrier, with anger in it. "This flower will now move her root out of here!" I hissed, pushed him away and rushed out of the atrium in pure anger.

I wasn't running, just walking really, really fast away from the Auditore palazzo. When I had come to a certain point and everything was finally making so much sense as it could, I began to look back while I yelled as if Ezio was walking behind me.

"You Bastado, freak. I HATE YOU!" The people that had heard me must have think that I was a freak, but at that point I didn't give a darn about it. While I had yelled I had turned around, so I was walking backwards.

Suddenly I felt how everything went upside down, the sky was abrupt my line of sight. I heard how something went rushing down, making a loud noise, I fell on something… soft.

I winked a little with my eyes and then I heard how a sore moaning got let out in the air, below me. I quickly left myself up, looking with a shook expression on the man that now was rubbing his head a little, under his red hat that had fallen a little out of place.

"I am so sorry, I really am!" I broke out in a fast voice, letting my hands on his arms, trying to get him up from the ground.

"Don't worry, it's quite alright, seems like I'm not the only one lost in thoughts." I felt like crying that he was so forgiving. It was like he saw through my head and read my thoughts. "Don't worry madonna (ma'am), it's quite alright." I nodded a little, not really knowing what to say, I had been so absorbed by the anger that I hadn't seen where I was going. My eyes were soon turned towards the ground taking a look on the objects he had held. It was paintings.

"Let me help!" I kneeled letting my hands search for the edges of the paintings to get a hold on them, then putting them in the box there had been in.

"Thank you madonna, I appreciated the help. My name is Leonardo da Vinci." I smiled a little, forgetting all about a certain man and the things that had just happened.

"Glad to meet you Leonardo of Venice, my name is Oria." He had a warm expression I grew rather fond of, and it lighted my mood to an unexpected decree.


Yeah, The part with Ezio being a ass, did trouble me greatly! Hope you like and I hope it's not totally lame!

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Chapter 5 over and out!