Ok so here I am again. Sorry it's been like a while, I went to visit my Mom in Vegas for like a month so no story. I hope you guys can forgive me. But now here is the next chapter. What happened to Desmond? What will happen next? I'll stop talking now. Enjoy ^-^

"Where did he go?" Altair questioned.

"Maybe he went back to his own time by holding the Apple. It sounds crazy, but it's the only explanation I can think of."

"So we could go back to our own times as well?" Ezio asked.

"I don't know, maybe."

"Let us try," Altair said. He walked over to the chest and opened it. The Apple was still inside as if it wasn't even touched. Altair picked up the Apple and looked at it. He found the one part that could be pushed in, and pushed it. Nothing happened. He looked at Ezio and I then pushed it again. And again, nothing happened.

"Maybe it needs time to recharge." I am a great liar but they could still sense I was making up an excuse.

"We will have to try it later." With that Altair put the Apple back into the chest. I walked over there and locked it back up. I picked up the now filled chest and placed it back in the bookshelf where it was before.

"Well if you two are staying here, I will need to get you guys some rooms. But first I say we eat some lunch. Are you guys hungry?"

"Molto così," Ezio said with a nod. I assume that means yes. Altair just nodded.

"Ok, just follow me to the kitchen." I put my hood up and motioned for Ezio and Altair to do the same. I opened the doors and walked out with them following me. As I walked by the training grounds I got some weird looks. It's probably because of the guys following me, or for my hood being up. Other assassins bowed as I passed them. As we got closer I saw Azren by the kitchen. He looked up as I got nearer.

"Hey, Megan," He said calmly. "Who are those guys?"

"These are our brothers from Italy and Syria," I replied. "What are you doing here? You should be at training, novice."

"I am not a novice anymore."

"You are one until tonight. Novice." I punched him playfully. "Guys, this is Azren. Azren this is Ezio and Altair."

"An honor."

"The pleasure is mine," Ezio replied. Altair just nodded again.

"What's for lunch?" I asked Azren.

"Don't know," He replied looking towards the kitchen. "Let's go see." He opened the door to the kitchen and went in with the three of us following.

"Master," the cook said with a bow. "Who are your friends?"

"Brothers from Italy and Syria," I told him. "What's for lunch today?"

"For you, a drink. And for our brothers, bratwursts."

"Why can't I have one?"

"Do you not realize what day it is, Master?"

"No." I pulled out my cell phone, flipped it open and saw the date. "Damn it!"

"What is it?" Ezio asked.

"It's June 21. I can only eat one meal today. And I already had breakfast. Alright, get me a drink."

"Why can you only eat one meal today?" Altair questioned.

"Today is my birthday. I don't know why, but my body won't let me eat more than one meal. So I have to drink a special drink instead. It's been that way ever since I was born."

"What is the drink?"

"Nothing to concern you about."

"I don't even know," Azren put in while getting a brat for himself. "And I'm her brother, for crying out loud."

"Brother? But you said you don't have a family," Ezio said confusingly.

"We are not really related," I explained. "He is the son of the couple that took me in when I little. But we act a little too much like brother and sister." I grabbed the two plates with brats that the cook made for Ezio and Altair. "Here eat up. This guy is the best cook ever."

"You flatter me, Master," the cook remarked.

"It's the truth." I grabbed my glass filled with a dark red liquid. "Thanks for making them food today."

"It is no problem. Assassins need to keep up their strength. And that does include you, Master. Enjoy brothers."

"Thank you for the meal," Ezio said with a bow. He then walked over to one of the many tables and sat down. Altair bowed and followed Ezio to the table. I Went to the same table and motioned for Azren to join us. I pulled my hood off my head and took a drink from my glass. The three men all started to eat their brats.

"So you guys are from where again?" Azren questioned the two.

"Masyaf," Altair said coldly.

"Firenze, Italy," Ezio remarked.

"Cool. I've always wanted to go to Italy, considering that I'm Italian."

"Do you speak Italian?"

"Very little. My father grew up in Rome, so he speaks little English. I only learned enough to talk with him."

"Bene, allora, vediamo quanto bene si parla italiano."

"Come ho detto, io non sono molto bravo a parlare italiano. Solo alcune parole."

"Molto bene."

"Grazie."

"Um can we just speak English," I interjected. "You're gonna hurt my brain if you speak anymore Italian."

"Shouldn't you speak Italian if you grew up in that family, Megan?" Altair asked.

"I didn't want to learn, so I didn't. I only speak English." I took another drink of my drink.

"Megan, I have a question," Ezio said.

"Ask away."

"What is that drink? It looks very strange, yet familiar."

"Well Ezio, I don't tell anyone what this is. Well, except the cook. But he won't tell you. And neither will I. It is just something that you shouldn't drink, ever. And I don't think you would have ever seen it before. Trust me on that one." I took another drink and the glass was empty, except for the red liquid that stayed on the sides of the glass.

"It is so thick that it looks like…"

"Blood," Azren finished. "It looks like blood. I think that it's weird how much it looks like blood."

"Yes it is quite strange," Altair agreed.

"It isn't blood, guys," I told everyone. "Come on now. I am not that weird. Drinking blood, for crying out loud. But I'm gonna leave and get you two some rooms. Stay with them, Azren. And when you're done eating, show them around the place. They will be staying here for a bit."