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Ezio: FamilyRoma 1502 CE
Stefano put the leather piece between Ezio's teeth.
"Here, bite for me, my friend."
The Master Assassin was sweating and shivering. His chest had been laid bare so Stefano could remove the bullet. His eyes followed every move the condotierro made.
Stefano examined his implements of surgery. Knives, scalpels, a bowl for water and bandages. The only thing he really needed now was Ezio unconscious. But that was not likely. His friend was holding on to awareness like a lifeline. Reluctant at best, Stefano thought, to relinquish his control on his life.
He bent low over Ezio.
"Your sister is going to take my head off prob
Alchamists first law."Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange. In those days we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth." Alphonso Elric
Crimson Blade Chapter 3Altair watched from the shadows as Quamir al sahd, a slave trader, examined his latest import of slaves. Now was the time to strike! Altair quickly checked his weapons one last time. When Quamir turned to gaze into the shadows where his death awaited he saw nothing of the assassin hiding there, only shadows. Perhaps he had heard the slight intake of breath or the barely audible click of Altairs' blade as it slid into the base of his glove. Whatever had caused Quamirs' paranoia quickly passed as he shrugged and turned to finish his examination.
" Take this one out." He snapped at one of his guards. they bowed and pulled a struggling woman ou
Crimson Blade Chapter 2Altair slowly walked through the streets of Jerusalem. The guards were being particularly nosey, or more than usual anyway. That ass Merrick didn't think he had enough information. So hard to reason with him, that man can hold a grudge. He sighed and cursed when he heard the "pleasant" shouts from the guards behind him.
He turned around to see what all the shouts were about. He already knew, it was all to obvious. The sword on his hip and blade on his back were just screaming Assassin. Luckily some of the guards were either too stupid enough or slow enough to think he was a well armed monk. Some not all. Like these ones for example. Altair
Chapter 1:InformationAltair sat in a murky tavern, wary of his surroundings. Information gathering was a thankless and tiring job but he was required to do it in order to be in the right place at the right time. He sighed and took another sip of water. He sat there for about an hour until he finally got what he was looking for. Three guards had just walked in the door, bringing the news from the city, parts where Altair hadn't visited yet.
"Have you heard," One said as they sat down at the table behind Altair," People are disappearing all over the city."
"10 in the rich district is what I hear."
The one that had just spoken shook his head sadly.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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