DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters from any of the Assassin's Creed games nor do I claim to do so. Any fictional characters (such as my OCs) are not meant to have any likeness to actual people. If they do it is circumstantial.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have played the games and I know that most of this stuff is made up. The point of this fanfiction is not meant to be historically accurate or to follow the actual game plotline. If you notice any problems, such as date disagreements etc., please try not to point them out unless they're fairly huge. As well I'd also like to say that criticism, so long as it is constructive, is welcome. I hope you enjoy my first fanfiction and story on . :D
She opened her eyes blearily, blinking when a sudden flash of light blinded her for the moment. Raising a hand to her face she mumbled something intelligible, her lips cracked and dry. A kind face hovered over her for a moment before musical words reached her ears.
"Child, what is your name?" The woman had a familiar accent, one that the girl had ached to hear for quite a while. One like hers.
"Valencia. Valencia Strazza."
Murmurs surrounded her again before the clear voice interjected. "Valencia. A good, strong name. Now, Benito, go fetch the dottore. The poor thing will have a terrible headache when she gets up and going."
Licking her lips numbly Valencia reached for the bleary figure slowly, hand trembling. "Water…please," she whispered hoarsely, her throat raw. "Of course," the kind woman replied with a smile, holding a wooden cup to Valencia's lips gently. Strange, the girl thought when her lips touched the wood. No glasses?
"Ah!" the woman exclaimed brightly. "Before I forget. My name is Alessa. I've been asked to take you in by signore Ezio. He's the one who found you." Pausing to bustle around Valencia's bed and to prop her pillows up comfortably Alessa began her comfortable chatter once more. "What a kind man. You'll be sure to thank him once you're able to get around."
"Of course," Valencia murmured, grateful that she didn't have to speak much when around the lady. However, a thought nagged at her mind. Ezio? She thought incredulously. That was the name of the main character in Assassin's Creed. And the slew of Italian-sounding names wasn't really helping her poor mind comprehend the situation. "Can't possibly…" she muttered to herself, stopping when Alessa voiced her surprise at the odd words.
I'll think on it tomorrow, she promised, and blinked her eyes once before falling into a deep sleep.