Ezio - Fate lies within

Ok. I got so many requests to continue this story that i said: "To tarturus with it!" and wrote more. Enjoy!

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Ezio perched precariously atop the town central spire. The view offered him the best vantage point over any other assassin in the city. Now, all he had to do was find his target...

"Your target is a tricky one. He has many guards, all of which are trained to kill. Due to this, you will probably not be able to go head-on and face the guards to get to the target. So, only kill the target, and make your escape. You will receive 5000 gold."

Ezio was amazed at the price he was being offered. This wasn't your typical offer. He was being offered a fortune! He had to be careful though. Ezio calmed his mind.

"Who is my target and where can I find him?"

The obviously wealthy aristocrat laughed.

"His name is Governor Tento. And he will be at the Constantine Palais, tomorrow night. Don't fail to hit the target. If you kill anyone else, you will not receive your money."

Ezio was shocked. A Governor? This was by far his biggest task yet.

"I will return in two days time with the news of how I fared. I will expect my money to be waiting for me."

"Oh do not worry. You will get your due."

Ezio shook his head. He had to focus. His mind was wandering through his life again. This certainly wasn't the time for that.

Down at the Palais, the guards of the governor were still standing outside. Ezio thought through his plan. He would dive off the spire he was perched on, flying straight at his target who would be no doubt crowded by people wanting to get near him. Before he reached the ground, he would open his parachute, by so doing he would right himself, let go of the parachute, and then use the Governor as his fall breaker. It would be an instant death, his hidden blades easily able to split the Governors skull. He had practiced far too long for this not to work.

Suddenly, he saw peasants gather around the Palais. Now was the time. The Governor came out through the doors, and peasants started pushing against the guards. Ezio rose, turned away from the scene, and dove backwards off the spire, turning in midair to keep facing the right direction.

Then, something in his mind told him something was wrong. The Governor was hailing a carriage. He wasn't stopping to turn to his adoring fans. Ezio opened his eyes wide in fear. If he wanted his money, he had to kill the governor. He couldn't kill anyone else. He came to a realization.

Ezio was going to die. And there was nothing he could do about it.

If he opened the chute, at this speed it would break apart. If he used his plan on an innocent citizen, he would not get his money.

The Governor got in the carriage, and the guards climbed on the back as it drove away.

Ezio screamed, putting his hands in front of his face as the ground quickly approached...

Ezio was lying on the floor of his parents simple peasant home, supporting himself with one arm, cowering before an Assassin who had just killed both his parents. The Assassin looked the very picture of a horrible dream. Was this the end of Ezio’s short life?

The Assassin looked at him and then knelt down to eye level with Ezio.

"What is your name boy?"

Ezio wanted to scream, but couldn't, his throat feeling as if it could only do what was asked of it by the Assassin.

"E-Ezio Au-Auditore."

The cloaked killer reached up and removed his hood, revealing a face of kindness that Ezio had only ever seen in the eyes of his father whenever he wasn't drunk.

"My name, is Romanico. If I had known that your parents had you, a son, I would have refused to kill them. I cannot stress how sorry I am. Can I ask you a question Ezio?"

Ezio saw tears forming in Romanicos eyes. Ezio nodded, still in shock from the sight of his dead parents.

"May I make up for my error and mistake by raising you Ezio? I know it is hard to ask, but I have no other way to apologize."

Ezio wiped away his own tears and stood up. Romanico stood as well. Ezio reached for Romanicos hand, and was pulled into a hug.

Ezio cried, allowing the tears to flow freely. As he cried he thought he heard Romanico crying softly...

Ezio Dreamed. It was not a normal dream though. He kept seeing the man he came to call his father in his dreams, telling him to wake up. To wake up. “Wake up. Wake up Ezio! Your first day of training is about to begin...”

Ezio opened his eyes, and quickly closed them again. The light bit into his eyes like thousands of needles pressed into his finger. He opened his eyes slower this time. The sky was blue, with a few light clouds. Had he been asleep this whole time? He tried to sit up and instantly felt as if he had never used his body. He instead rolled over, and got on all fours. Maybe resting a bit would help. He was in a small clearing in the forest, light filtering through the trees. He could hear voices not too far away, the sound coming from what seemed like a small village. Good. Maybe he could figure out where he was.

He checked his equipment. Cloak was still in good condition. He had his parachute, and it was also in good condition. This was surprising. Everything was like new. He checked his hidden blades and suddenly noticed something.

Those weren't his hands. He had hooves!

His head spun around to look at his body. He was a Horse!? He started frantically looking at himself all over. This couldn't be happening! He was human! Not a horse of all things! What had happened to him to make him like this!?

He was indeed a Horse.

A smaller one at that. What could this mean?

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