I'm so sorry for the long wait for such a short chapter, I'm kind of shifting out of my "Assassin's Creed 2" phase..So any ideas for this fan-fiction have been a bit hard to put down on..well..the computer screen. I will definitely continue this story, but it might take a while for chapters to get up now..so again, I'm very sorry :(

DISCLAAAIIIMMMEERRRR!: No, I don't own Assassin's Creed Tew, OR Ubisoft.

~Chapter 1- On the Road~

"Mother, please..wait up!"

A large bag dragged behind Zita, making the most terrible noise as it pulled through the gravel and dirt. Her face was beginning to turn to a bright red, with tiny beads of sweat slowly sliding down her forehead. Up ahead, her mother carried one smaller bag in her left hand, and another larger one slung over her right shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, and sighed exasperatedly.

"Zita, there is only so much time that we have! What is it that you could possibly need help with now?" Her mother shouted, stopping in her tracks to fully face her approaching daughter. Zita pulled once more on the bag, before stopping in front of her mother. She narrowed her eyes at her mother's almost-irritated tone, and quickly replied with a simple, "Never mind.."

So much for her complaining about being forty-five years old.

The pulling continued, and the task did not become any more easier. It was as if 10 tons of stones had somehow made their way into the bag! Zita took a deep breath, and let a drawn out breath then escape her lips, making some strands of fallen hair gently rise and fall above her brows.

Finally, her eyes met a large, green, carriage sitting out in the large dirt path. A couple of horses stood in front, connected to the carriage. A sort of portly man made his way down from his driver's seat, struggling a bit to set his feet on the ground. He hurried over to Zita's mother, who was now throwing her bags into the passenger's seats. The man tried to grab one of the bags himself, but the older woman just swatted his hand away, cursing.

Zita sighed, and called over to her mother, "Madre, be nice to the poor man! He's only trying to-"

"Trying to what? I don't want any help!"

"You didn't say that when you needed help packing!"

"Oh, silenzio!"

Zita snickered, and continued slowly over to her mother. She took the time to look over the carriage some more, noticing many of its littlest details.

This looks very..fancy. I wonder how mother even afforded all of this..

"Miss, it looks like you need some help, please allow me to take your bags." The driver's voice startled Zita out of her thoughts, and she jumped slightly. "Ah! Mister..driver, I did not see you approaching! I'm sorry for not paying attention..--" The man simply shook his head, reaching out towards the strap that was held in Zita's hand. "There is no need to apologize," he smiled, "nobody ever really pays attention to me."

Zita's brows raised slightly, and she nodded her head. The driver took the bag from her possession, carrying it over to the carriage, while she followed behind him. Her mother had already opened the door to Zita's side as she was beginning to get herself situated inside of the ride.

Zita walked quickly over to her side, lifting her foot to set it on the carriage step. She lifted herself up into the ride, smoothing the back of her dress so she could sit down. Her mother looked over to her, smiling, and wrapping one arm around her daughter's shoulders, holding her close.

"I cannot wait until you see where we are going! You will be very happy, I promise."

"Mother," Zita chuckled "I cannot wait."

Finally, they set off. The ride was a bit bumpy at first, but it became a much more smooth ride as the time passed. Zita had kept the curtains open from her side of the panel so she could watch the scenery fly by, and so that it wasn't so stuffy inside of the carriage. Her mother kept things interesting, as she would make small talk about different things like clothes, or hair..mainly things involving fashion.

Occasionally, a question would pop up about their destination, but the older woman refused to say anything or even give any hints as to where they were headed.

Zita would just have to wait, and see.