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Year 1476	By : Khalessi Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

         As my mother and I started to walk out of the house my fears were rising. Why are we leaving? What is the matter? Who are we running from? These questions kept running through my mind as I was led to the horse carriage. Wait, there were four horses instead of two. This must mean that we are heading further away than I expected. But why? As I keep thinking of all the questions, I watch as we pull away from our home. All of my memories that I once had of this place will soon be a distance dream. I finally turn around in the carriage, and look towards my parents. My mother’s braid was hanging to her right side, and her face spoke of sadness. She still was wearing her beautiful gown, however, I noticed that mud caked the hem of it. She looked as if she lost the very soul of her life as soon as we left the house. My father on the other hand, kept looking out the window in the darkness. Looking in the distances searching for what we might be running away from. He was once a man of dignity, but now he looked as if he was defeated.

         Hours went by and no one said a word. Questions kept filling my head, but I was too scared to even ask them. I have never been afraid to speak my mind, and both of my parents have accepted this of me. Then again, my father would tell me that I was much more like my mother in that way, then he. The carriage started to slow down, and my father was quick to open the curtains. From the looks of the scenery we have stopped at a little inn near a village. As soon as the carriage came to a halt at the inn, we were escorted out by my father and the driver. The inn keeper did not say a word, but handed my father a key, and showed us to our room for the night. He bowed his head, and left quickly. After my father shut the door, he looked straight at me and said,

“This is where we are staying for the night.” He pointed towards a small bed, “This is where you will be sleeping. Goodnight Victoria. Everything will be better in the morning. You will see.”

         I was unsure of what to say, so I just nodded. Tonight was not the night to start an argument. I walked towards my little bed and noticed that there was a little table next to it. I took some of the parchment that was located on the table along with the quill and started writing down all that has gone on. As hours went by, I start feeling the heaviness of my eye lids, and put the quill down. Hope and faith cradles me into a slumber, and I forget just for a moment of what all has happened, and fall deep into peaceful sleep. Unaware of what will happen starting tomorrow.

         The next day my mother was the one to wake me up. “Have you been up all night writing? She asked. “Yes” I answered her as she sat on my bed playing with my hair. “We must head out once again. To a place where we can call home.” She said all the while trying to smile. All I could do was nod and smile back. I don’t remember much of our morning routine that day, but somehow my parents and I were back in the carriage, and I picked now to start asking the questions from yesterday. At least this is what I was going to accomplish today. I was not thinking of what consequences would come from my questioning.

“Father, what exactly are we running from?” I asked. I was feeling good about this, and then his reply caught me off guard. “Do you not remember the story I told you last night?” He said. “Uh, no I do not remember” I answered. “You should have been paying attention.” He snapped at me while continuing, “If you would have listened, then you would have known.” He finished. I just looked at him, and then looked at my mother for some sort of back up. She was looking down, and I saw a tear drop from her face onto her lap. This was causing her more pain than I could have imaged. I decided to save my questions for another day, and leaned forward to place my hand on her lap. She glanced up as soon as my hand touched her, and she wiped her tears away. I wanted to be there for her, and I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable about the situation we were in. Even if I was mad at my father for whatever the reason was, she didn’t need to go through this. I shared a small smile, and saw a little smile start to form across her face. She sat right next to me, and placed my head on her shoulders, and placed her hand on top of my head.

My father cleared his throat hours later, and said, “We are here.”

         I looked out the window, and that’s when it hit me. We have come to die. Maybe I should explain what I mean by die. You see I came from a home where there were tons of staff, clean linens, fresh flowers on the tables, three main meals, and three small tea time meals, and of course outfits always pressed. Our home never looked as if it had any repairs done, and our little garden area was always kept neat and tidy. This place my father has taken my mother and I, was the opposite. I have heard him talk about visiting a Villa during his travels, and if this was the Villa he was talking about, it looked nothing like what he described. The main gate that’s located in the front seems to be missing, the horse stable looks as if it had burnt down, and it looks as if canon shells have hit those walls more than once.

         What was this place, and why did we come here? I understand we were running away from something, but did we have to run away to such a desolate place. I left our home feeling unsecure, and that feeling had tripled as soon as I seen this place. I felt we should have stayed in our home, if we were going to perish from this planet. However, my father had other plans. The carriage we were riding had come to a halt at the front gate, and the driver opened our door.

“You will go the rest of the way on foot.” He said

“Thank you for your services.” My father said to the driver

“My pleasure.” Said the driver as he placed whatever bags we had brought with us from the house.

“Father, what does he mean go the rest of the way on foot?” I asked

“We must get going, no time to explain.” My father answered me.

         Not exactly the answer I was looking for, but I will take it for now. I grabbed a bag and my mother’s hand. She let out a small sigh, and she looked as if a light of happiness started to creep back in. If she was to be happy, so was I. As long as I was here with my family, that should have been all that mattered. As we walked past the run down homes, and business stalls, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for these people. Was this a punishment by their lord to keep such a place in this kind of state. Holes in walls, curtains tattered, windows missing, and of course roofs that were caved in. Did these individuals deserve this type of punishment, or was something else going on?

         We stopped at a very big house up the hill. The house matched the same décor as the rest of the village. As I started to look around, a man came out of the house. He was tail like my father, however, his body looked as he never missed a meal. His hair was pinned back, just like how my father had his hair. My father motioned for mother and I to come forward.

“Mario, you know Alessa, and this is our daughter Victoria” My father said

“It’s good to see you again Mario.” My mother said

“Please to meet you sir.” Is all I could say. My mother placed her hand on the lower part of my back, and escorted me forward towards the house.

“Please come in, and make yourself comfortable. You must have had a very long tiring journey.” This man named Mario said. “I will have my servants get dinner ready, and I will see you William in my study. We have much to talk about.” He said.

         My parents were escorted to one room, while I was shown another room. This is where I would be sleeping. At least I knew that my parents were right down the hall if I ever needed them. It had been a couple of hours since we got here, and I was able to eat, take a bath, get dress and pin back my hair. I was living in my own head, when I heard my mother coming from my doorway.

“Victoria, would you please walk with me to the study?” My mother asked me.

“Of course mother.” I said

“I am really sorry that we are unable to speak of why we have come here. I know that with time, we will all be able to talk about it, and you will come to understand our decisions.” She said

I just looked at her, and that was the first time I saw her smile. I longed for that smile. It was a sign that things were looking up for my family and I. We walked downstairs towards the study room, and just enjoyed one another’s company. In the entrance of the study stood my father, and he was dressed in his best coat. He smiled at my mother and I, and waved us to come in. As I walked by my father, he gave me a kiss on the forehead, and I felt my fear for once fading away.

“I hope you found everything to your liking, or at least you found what you will need over the next few days.” Mario said while looking at me.

“Oh, yes, I have found everything that I will need. Thank you for everything.” I said.

“Do you have any questions for me?” He asked

         Just as I was going to ask him all of my questions, I noticed that everyone was looking towards the door way. That’s when I turned around and saw him standing there. He was gorgeous, brown eyes, dark hair pinned back in a pony tail, dressed nicely, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. All the while forgetting the questions that I wanted to ask Mario. Those question were replaced by new ones. Who was this man? What was his purpose of being here? Was he the same age as me? Did he have a name? And what is this feeling I have inside of my body when I look at him?
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