Hello everyone yet again. I have made yet another chapter! (Squeal!) I am going to jump up a few years. We all know Ezio's story so I have jumped. I am making my way to present day. That is when it gets interesting. This chapter is not as long as the last one. I got it done faster than I thought. They only worked me 2 hours this morning. I had a lot of free time today. Double treat for everyone! Oh, and again thank you for the reviews. They warm my heart.

So we told. We told Ezio the whole story. Well, what we could recall. It made him leery of the Apple, but he still used it. I had warned him against it, Altair did as well, but he used it anyway. After the fight between Cesare and Ezio, then him locking it in the vault below the Coliseum, we parted ways. Altair and I stayed together for a few more years, and we too parted. It was lonely walking the earth alone, watching time pass and seeing myself never age.

Every fifty years or so, Altair and I would meet up and share stories of our travels. He had visited Spain, England, Scotland and the like. I went home. I went back to the war torn Middle East. I watched once great cities fall and small towns rise up to become cities themselves. I never did go back to Masyaf. I could not go back to see what had happened to the place I once called home, nor did I ever return to Monterigionni. Both places were like wounds that would never heal.

In 1744, I got a letter from Altair. I was staying in Florence, helping out with a Templar problem there, when the letter came. I was surprised to see his handwriting. I was curious as to how he found me. He said I had to meet him soon. He had news on another piece. I packed up my meager belongings and headed to Paris. That was our meeting place. In front of the watchful eyes of the great Notre Dame herself.

It took nearly three weeks to make it there by horse. I arrived in the middle of the night. Making my way across the city, I had to smile. It had been 39 years since my last arrival in the beautiful city. I never stayed long. Neither of us did. It made it easier that way. I saw the grand cathedral. It was a sight to behold. I never grew tired of the magnificent house of God. I did not believe, but I did not care.

A man stood in our meeting area. It knew it was Altair. He had changed in the years since his awakening. Finally accepting his immortality, he put his skills to good use and traveled, dispatching Templars wherever he stopped.

I approached and bowed my head. "Safety and peace, Altair."

"Safety and peace as well Alanna." He smiled slightly at me. His honey eyes were not as haunted as they used to be. He had made peace with his demons long ago.

I pushed my hood back, letting my brown hair fall. "Why have you called me back so soon? It is not wise for us to meet this early." I wanted to know. It had been eating at me the whole trip as to why he would meet so soon.

He sighed. "Walk with me." I nodded and followed beside him. "I have found another like us. Another piece to our story."

I stopped in tracks. Someone like us? Another man made to suffer like we have. I did not like that. I did not want it to claim another. "Who is it? Where are they?" I asked him.

"You will meet them in a short while. You are the oldest of us. I wanted you to know now." He looked back at me.

It was true that I was the first to awake, but Altair had me in years. When we were struck down by the Apple, he had me beat by 5 years. We did not go by our birth year, but the year we were awoken. I had 150 on him. I had seen more than he had then. Now, he probably has seen more than myself.

I could not answer him. I nodded once more and continued to follow him from the Notre Dame grounds into the city. I was worried, to say the least. It had just been us for so long and now another was joining us. I wanted it to be a joke. A cruel, sick joke, but coming from Altair, I knew it was not true.

I followed him to a popular inn that we frequented when we stayed in town. He walked up to a cloaked man sitting at one of the tables. "I have her. You can drop the hood now."

I looked at the newest member of our family as he pushed the hood down. "Good evening Alanna, it's been too long."

I stared into Ezio's face. He had not aged since I saw him last after he hid the Apple. "I told you not to use it. I warned you." I was mad. I did not want this for him. He had been through so much.

He smiled sheepishly. "I know you did, and I did not listen. I am sorry. You now have eternity to yell at me. Now, sit down and we shall talk." He motioned to an empty chair.

I took the offer and sat down. Altair sat in the chair at the end of the table. I glared at the Italian. "So how did you find him?" I pointed to Altair.

"Actually, he found me in England. I was tracking some Templars that had left the Middle East. He was already there dealing with some more of them. He has already yelled at me for being reckless with the Apple. I took it. I believe we ended up in a fistfight." He looked over at the Arab. All he did was nod.

I was trying to control my temper. Ezio was taking the whole immortality thing in stride. I did not want to be this way. I wanted to be normal. To have children, to grow old, but that was not to be. I hated my new life. I would never have what everyone else had.

"So, how did it feel as you watched your sister age and die while you stayed the way you are now? How do you like seeing everything you once held dear die before your eyes?" I felt hot tears prick the back of my eyes. "You are an idiot. We told you our tale to save you from this fate. Yet, you took our warning and threw it back in my face."

I felt a hand on my arm. I looked at who it was. Altair glared back at me. "Be calm. You are taking this too harshly. I have already punished the boy."

"Boy!" We both turned back to Ezio. "I am not a boy."

"When you are as old as I am, you will no longer be a boy. Now hush, unless you want a fist to your jaw again." He looked at the younger assassin coldly.

"Fine, if you need me, I will be in my rented room for the night." He turned to me as he stood. "Maybe after a night to sink in, you will fine with it." With that, he left the room, leaving myself and Altair sitting there.

I hung my head, knowing I had gone off on him for no reason. "I am taking this too hard. Why?"

"I have no answers. Maybe it is the weariness from the road. You did have the farthest to come. I have reserved you a room. You should go get some sleep. Have a fresh look at it in the morning light." He stood up and held out his hand. "Come. I shall show you to your room."

I took his hand, and stood as well. We walked up the stairs, and to our normal room. Yes, I said room. We had grown accustomed to staying with each other when we met like this. He opened the door, and motioned me in. I could not help but smile. "When did you become so chivalrous?'

He shut the door and looked at me. "I only do it for you, and when not one else is around."

I laughed. It had been a long time since I had done that. "Ah, you must protect your reputation of a cold, unfeeling person. I understand." I stepped in front of him. "You are a fake Altair Ibn La-Ahad. You want people be intimidated by you, but it does not work with me. I know what you really are."

He stepped in front of me. "And what would that be?"

It was a game we always played. "You, Grand Master, are mine for the night." I smiled at him.

He grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and plundered my lips. I relished in it all. We had become casual lovers a hundred years ago. It was only when we met up, and nothing more. That is how we wanted it. Both of us had slept with others in our travels, but we were the only constant in each other's lives. The first time was when we were drunk. Trying to forget the past, and coming to grips fully with our endless future. Taking solstice in each other for a night. Forgetting everything we were.

I felt him undo the sash of my shirt. I in turn, started to unbutton his. We made our way to bed, leaving a trail of clothes on the way. It was the same every time.

I fell asleep in his arms, letting the heat from his body help me sleep. This was the only time I slept deep. I awoke to the sun's morning rays, alone. It was, again, that way with us. He would leave before the sun came above the horizon for parts unknown, and would not return for another 50 years. I gathered the sheet around my naked form and felt the regret sink in. I hated the feelings I had, but they were there.

The tears fell. Hot and fast, they slid down my cheeks. I knew it would be our last time. I could not do it any longer. I had not told him I was taking off for the colonies across the sea. I had gotten passage on a vessel leaving in the spring. I was not coming back. I never would.

I stood, wiped my eyes, and dressed. I would apologize to Ezio, and leave for England. That was where my ship departed from. I knew this would be the last time I saw Paris for many, many years. Walking down the stairs, I saw Ezio sitting at the table we had the night before. I joined him.

"You have been crying. Why?" He looked at my tear stained cheeks. "Where is Altair this morning?"

"Left. He always does that before the sun comes out. It is his thing. He does not like goodbyes." I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "Ezio, I am sorry for last night. I was tired and did not take it well. I am glad you found us though."

He smiled at me. "Thank you. I had been looking for you two for many years. Where are you off to after here? Are you heading back to Italy?"

I shook my head. "No. I am heading to England. Did Altair tell you we meet at Notre Dame every 50 years?" He shook his head no. "We do. We met early. I believe he will be here in 11 years. That would be the 50 year mark."

"I shall meet you two here then." He placed his fork down. "I look forward to hearing tales from all over."

I smiled at him. It was a fake smile, but I do not think he knew that. "I look forward to hearing about your adventures. Well, I must be off. I have to meet one of my contacts in a month's time. I will see you soon." I stood and walked away, and let the tears fall anew. I would not be here to greet them. I would never be here to greet them again.