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PostHeaderIcon An Assassins Life Chapter 10: The Truth, At A Price 1469

An Assassins Life  Chapter 10: The Truth, At A Price 1469

(warning, this contains violence and gore, read at your own risk)


It was late, very late.

Ezio had gone home hours ago and everyone was in bed asleep, or so I thought.

I couldn’t get to sleep and the wound on my chest had started to hurt again, so I got out of bed and went to sit on the window ledge.

Raised voices came from the room under mine, mother and father where arguing over something but I heard my name mentioned so I knelt down and put my ear to the hole in the floor and listened.

“I know you mean well Alfonso, but I will not let you train her!”

“Caterina, she needs to know how to look after herself when she leaves home, so she knows how to protect herself against the guards and anyone else.”

“I don’t care! You are not training her! We almost lost her today! I will not let you risk her life again and again...” Caterina sighed. “I know you want to help her, but you can’t. If her father finds out, if he finds her then it will all be over.”

“If, Caterina, if he finds her, it doesn’t mean he will.”

“I don’t want to risk it Alfonso, I just don’t!”

“Caterina, please…..” pleaded Alfonso, to no use.

“No, and you can’t make me change my mind, Alfonso. I lost her mother, I cannot lose her too.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Caterina…”

“Yes it was, Alfonso! I lost her! I can never forgive myself for that.” Caterina cried.

“Look, we have to tell her the truth, Caterina. She needs to know.”

“She’s too young to understand, Alfonso.” Caterina said. “We can talk about this in the morning.”

My mother? What were they talking about, and who is this person they are calling my father?

I moved away from the hole in floor and climbed back into my bed, shaking.

It grew quite again and I just stayed still, thinking over what I had just heard.

What had she meant she lost my mother? What had happened in my life, in my past that I didn’t know of?

I had questions that need answering, lots of questions. But I knew I would not find the answers here.

I had to leave the house, find someone who kept records and find out what I needed to know.

I pulled out a box and opened it to reveal a knife with an eagle head for the end of the hilt, I put in my belt before opening my bedroom window and letting in a slight breeze.

It was now or never.

I jumped up, into the night sky before falling into the bale of hay below.

I waited until the guards had left before jumping out and climbing up onto the rooftops and running towards the platzo.

Everyone knew that there was no way in to the platzo other than the gates, they were blocked with a least ten guards, but I had found another way in, over the rooftops.

As I ran towards the platzo I heard a guard spot me. “You there, stop right where you are or I’ll shoot you.”

I stopped running and looked at him, he was alone and I could take him out easily.

As the guard walked over I formed a plan in my head.

“What’s a little one like you doing out this late and on the rooftops, eh?” he asked as he came closer, a sword in hand.

“Like I would tell you.” I said one arm behind my back and grabbing hold of the hilt of my knife.

“I think you WILL tell me or I’ll send you to the dungeons myself!”

“I don’t think you will be doing anything!” I said as I pulled out my knife and backflip over him and bashed the back of his head with the hilt of the knife, as I put it away I watched him as he fell to his knees and slumped forwards knocked out cold.

“Sleep well while you can.”

I picked up his bow and quiver and put them on my back, they will come in handy later.

Then I ran off, avoiding any other guards and got closer to the platzo.

When I could see it I raced around to the water and jumped onto a gondola and steered it to the back entrance of the platzo, which is not guarded at all.

Scaffolding ran up the sides just out of my reach, but if I had ever learnt anything in my life, is that nothing is ever out of your reach, no matter how far away it may seem.

With that I shot an arrow into a gap in the brick work and another into the edge of the scaffolding before running up the wall and grabbing hold of the arrow.

I felt it start to slip and I grabbed the other arrow before pulling myself onto the scaffolding and pulling the arrows out.

One of the shafts had snapped so I tossed it away but kept the arrowhead and put it in a pouch on my belt and the other arrow back in the quiver.

I then climbed up the wall, holding onto the bricks and pulling myself onto the rooftop.

I looked around before standing up. “It’s never this quite, never.” I looked around again and saw absolutely no guards at all, normally there were at least ten guards on the rooftop, maybe more but I couldn’t see any.

I didn’t like it and I could feel it in my gut that something was not right.

If only I had seen the guards on the buildings all around the platzo, if only I had looked and followed my gut, but I didn’t, and that was a mistake that cost me dearly…

Before I even knew what was happening Antonino was tackling me, taking an arrow in his already wounded shoulder.

“Miranda, what do you think you are doing?” he said as he pulled me down into a small dint in the rooftop, just as an arrow skimmed over the tiles.

“I had to find out!”

“Find out what?”

“What they said was true!”

“You heard what they said, didn’t you?” he sighed.

“I did. Why didn’t anyone tell me?! I deserved to know what happened.”

“You were too young to understand what had happened.”

More arrows flew overhead and one of them buried itself into Antonino’s upper arm.

“Damn, that hurts.” He gasped, and then he pulled the arrow out and ripped his sleeve off and tied it around his arm in a makeshift bandage. “We have to get out of here, Miranda.”

‘I’m not going! I have to find out! And you can’t stop me.”

“You’re not going in there on your own, Miranda. It’s suicide!”

“I’ve done it before! I can do it again!”

More arrows flew overhead and the sound of heavy footsteps grew near.

“Miranda, we have to go right now!” Antonino said as he grabbed his sword.

“I have to find out! I need to know the truth!”

“Then I suggest you be quick about it then.” Antonino as he sliced an arrow in half with his sword.

“I will.” I said before I jumped off the roof and landed on a balcony and jumped from beam to beam before landing on the ground and I ran towards the records room

I ran in and started looking for the records that dated from ten years ago, found them and stuffed them into my pouch and raced back outside.

“Miranda, hurry up!!!” Antonino yelled as he blocked the guards attack and took an arrow in his chest.

I watched as he took another three arrows to his chest and he staggered backwards just a little bit and I saw the guard give him a shove.

Time slowed down as Antonino fell off the rooftop, towards the ground.

“Antonino, no!!!”

He hit the ground with a loud cracking noise and just lay there in a small pool of his life blood.

I raced towards him, dogging the arrows that rained down all around me.

As soon as I got to his side I dropped to my knees, trying not to cry.

He looked at me and gently placed one of his hands on my head. “Miranda, I… I want you to promise me something.”

“What… what is it?”

He placed a necklace in my hands. “I… I want you to promise me that you’ll give this to Claudia for me when you see her.”

“I… I promise Antonino. But you’re going to get better, you’re going to see her again.”

He smiled weakly. “Not this time Miranda, I’m sorry.” He sighed quietly and coughed up blood. “I just wish I could have told Claudia that I love her…”

His breathing slowed before stopping completely, his eyes closed one last time and his hand slid limply off my head. “Miranda, I… I love… you….” With those last words Antonino, died.

“I love you too Antonino.” I cried as he held his limp hands in my own and just cried my heart out.

I heard footsteps come towards me but I ignored them, I just wanted to be with the man who had been my brother for the last ten years.

“Come little one, this is not the place for mourning of the dead.”

I turned to see a man standing over me, wearing the robes of an Assassin.

“Who… who are you?” I asked, still crying.

“That does not matter right now, but I have to get you away from here.”

I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was telling me the truth but it didn’t matter, I just buried my face into Antonino’s still, unmoving chest and cried.

More footsteps could be heard as someone else walked over and sighed, I didn’t look up or do anything apart from cry.

“Come on Miranda, we have to go now.”

I felt strong arms lift me up and carry me away, I don’t recall where we went, and I just knew it was home.

Someone put me in my bed and placed a blanket over me as I drifted into a deep but restless sleep.

If only I had thought before I acted, if only I had listened to Antonino, if I had listened none of this would ever happened. But I hadn’t listened, I never listened.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and onto my face, I stirred slowly and opened my eyes and looked around the room.

Thinking it had all been a dream I crept out of me bed and went into Antonino’s room and hoped onto his bed, nobody lay there.

As realization dawned on me I curled up into a little ball and held one of his pillows close and cried into it, wishing he could be here with me.

“Why, Antonino? Why did you have to die?” I whispered into the pillow.

Someone entered the room and sat down on the end of the bed, I didn’t look up.

“Come here, Miranda.”

I did as I was asked and moved closer to Alfonso and let him pick me up and hold me close.

I cried into his shoulder and I am pretty sure I heard him crying too.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered into his shoulder but I knew he heard me.

“It was not your fault Miranda.”

“It was. I should have listened to him, I should have done as he said, but I didn’t.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this, Miranda.”

“Why? I got him killed…” I cried.

“Miranda, he died protecting you. Do not make his sacrifice be in vain.”

I looked up at him and saw pain and grief on his face.

“He loved you Miranda.”

“I know he did.” I wrapped my arms around Alfonso’s middle and hugged him and started crying again. “I just wish he could be here with me.”

“As do I little one, as do I.” he sighed as silent tears trickled down his face.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as I cried.

Time had all but ground to a stop for the family, the funeral was to be held the next day and all the Assassins and those who knew Antonino would be there to honour him in his passing.

Mario Auditore, Giovanni Auditore, La Volpa, and a heap of others where there.

Claudia was there and was crying in her mother’s arms.

I tried not to cry but when I saw the funeral pyre going to be lit I couldn’t help but tear up.

I tried to look away but I couldn’t help but watch as the flames consumed his body, the only man I had known and loved for the first the ten years of my life as a brother.

Why? Why did he have to die?

I finally managed to turn away and I buried my face into my hands and ran away.

No one followed me as I ran to the closest tower and climbed to the top of it.

I sat down and looked out at the city, saddened at what my actions had caused.

I heard someone else climb up the tower and I turned to see the face of a young man with dark reddish brown hair looking at me.

“Are you okay miss…?” he asked me.

“I... I don’t know…”

“Why do you say that?” he sat down next to me and looked out over the city with troubled, emerald green eyes.

“I lost someone close to me… I lost my older brother.” I tried not to cry as my emotions swelled up inside of me. “I did something stupid and he got killed because of it.”

“I understand how you feel.” His eyes took on a misty, almost teary look as he thought of some long forgotten memory.

“I just wish that I had listened to him, so that he could still be here with me.”

I started to cry, and to my shock and surprise he just wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

As I cried he rubbed my arm gently in the same way Antonino would when I was upset or scared.

“Who… who are you?” I asked when I stopped crying.

“I am a friend that is all you need to know right now.”

“Okay, but why are you here?”

“I was sent here to look after you, to help and guide you in the coming years of your life.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you play a very important role in all that is about to come and happen.”

“There is nothing special about me.”

“You are more special then you know and think, Miranda.”

“How… how do you know my name?” I asked, a little bit scared of him now.

“I know many things which you do not.”

“Please, can you tell me who you are?”

“I guess there’s no harm in telling you.” He sighed and looked at me, his eyes twinkling. “My name is Damian Elero, and I am an Assassin.”

That was the beginning of a long friendship that would last for the rest of my life.


Antonino, Miranda, Damian, Alfonso, Caterina (C) Me

Mario, Giovanni, La Volpa, Claudia (C) Ubisoft

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