This is the second chapter of the story, Assassin's Creed: Beginning of the Creed. Please let me know if there are any mistakes, so I can fix them. Thank you and enjoy.
Chapter II-Caesar and the Templars
"Templars burn down the house with the bodies." Caesar commands.
The Templars react immediately. Two Templars, both well built and tall, pick the body of Maria and Leonardo, and they carry them inside the house and placed them there. The others ignited their flame torches and waited for the two Templars to exit the house. Once they were out, the Templars with the flame torches threw them in the house, and it slowly began to catch in fire. After couple of minutes, the house gave out a big burst and crashed down. The bodies of Maria and Leonardo are burning to a crisp along with their house.
"This can't be happening, it's all a nightmare." I tell myself.
I look at Caesar, and he is grinning and watching my house and family burn as if it is a type of entertainment for him. I look at Niccolo, who is standing next to me, and he is horrorstruck, with his eyes and mouth wide open. Most of the people around me are cheering and applauding as if they are watching a drama.
"Thank you all for your attendance." Caesar tells the crowd after turning away from the crumbled house, "We will be going now."
The Templars quickly form a square shape formation around Caesar, and they walk away, and the crowd begins to slowly leave, leaving Niccolo and me alone. Niccolo places his hand on my shoulder while I stare at the pile of debris that was my house.
"Daniele I am very sorry." Niccolo tells me.
I remain quite, and Niccolo squeezes my shoulder, and says, "Come on, let's get going or people will get suspicious."
I still stare at the debris, and the fire finally stops. My eyes got watery and tears began to roll down my cheeks. I did my best to stop myself from crying when Caesar and the crowd were around, but this time I can't.
"Daniele come with me," Niccolo says while pulling my shoulder, "Come on, let's-"
"How did this happen Niccolo?" I interrupt him, "Why did he do this?"
"I don't know." He replies.
More tears began to roll down my cheeks, and I tighten my fists.
"Daniele, don't cry," Niccolo says with his voice getting shaky, "Come on let's go."
I take a last look at my house, and I began to have few quick flashbacks about Maria, about Leonardo, about my family. I wipe my tears with my hand, and I walk away with Niccolo while the moon is shining brightly over us lighting our path.
"Welcome to my mansion." Niccolo says once we reach a small house with a broken window and a horrible paintjob.
Niccolo is still not married, and he is thirty-five years old; five years younger than I am. His parents died when he was only fifteen, so he had to live his own life by working. Even though he isn't rich, he still has enough money to supply himself in the harsh environment of Rome. The reason why I am his friend is because he helped me through bad times. Like the time when Maria was pregnant, I wasn't able to be with her because I had work, so Niccolo took care of her. Niccolo is more than a friend to me; he is like my brother.
"Come in Daniele, come in." Niccolo tells me pulling my hand. Once I entered his house, I looked around, and it looks much better than outside, but it is very small. I can tell that he sleeps on the couch because his pillows and blankets are on it, and he has no other door except for the one we just used to enter and the bathroom. He has no table to eat or put anything on and no chairs to sit, so Niccolo eats his food on the floor. In the corner there are vegetables and fruits and kitchen utensils, so that must be his kitchen. I got very upset of how harshly he is living, and he still invited me over to his house.
"It's not a big place, but please make yourself at home while I make us dinner." Niccolo says, and he goes to the corner, and picks up some vegetables and starts cutting them.
I go and sit on the couch, and my mind begins to race with what happened earlier today, and each second of the flashbacks made my blood boil and my head numb. I think of how I found my son dead on the floor.
"Daniele."
I think of how Caesar killed my wife, and how the people were cheering and applauding.
"Daniele."
I think of how Caesar commanded the Templars to burn down my house with my family, and he sat there watching and grinning while my life was being shattered.
"Daniele!"
I think of how people cheered and applauded Caesar for what he was doing. I felt like I was going to explode any minute, but suddenly I feel a slight pain on my face, and I snap out of my flashbacks.
"Sorry Daniele, but I had to do it. You were yelling and cursing to yourself, and the dinner is ready." Niccolo says with his face red and full of sweat.
Niccolo passes me a bowl of soup and a piece of bread. We sit on the floor and start eating our dinner.
"Daniele I understand how you feel, but there is nothing we can do," he says after a long silence except for the noise of us drinking our soup and munching our bread, "Caesar is too powerful and did you see his guards; they are the immortals; they are what he calls, Templars."
"No Niccolo, there is one thing we can do, and I won't rest till I have my revenge." I say after finishing my soup.
"Like what," Niccolo replies steadily, "Even if we have a hundred people by our side and face him, we still won't be able to take him down. We are talking about Caesar here, not an owner of a brothel."
"I know what we are talking about Niccolo," I say with frustration, "I won't sit idle and forget about what he has done to my family."
"What do you have in mind then, Daniele?"
"Assassination of Caesar, and I need your help for this to happen."
Niccolo stares at me with his eyes wide open, and his unfinished bowl of soup in his hand.
"What? And you need my help?" Niccolo says with his voice trembling.
"Yes we strike him without him noticing us and without alerting any guards. I need your help because I won't be able to this by myself. We can also recruit other people who also want Caesar and his filth out."
Niccolo swallows his saliva with difficulty and continues to stare at me.
"We can start out by creating an underground base in the Vatican City and plan out missions, discuss tactics and train ourselves and others who join." I continue saying.
"Daniele," Niccolo says still staring at me, "are you okay? This is crazy talk."
"That's the only way I can have my revenge," I reply, "I have to kill Caesar, and in order to do this I need your help."
Niccolo takes a long breath and releases it slowly, and this time he looks at the side thinking with the bowl still in his hands.
"Please." I tell him.
"Okay, I will do it," he says after a long pause, "but I am not doing it out of friendship, I just want Caesar out as well." And he smiles.