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The story of Patrucio chapter 2Chapter 2
Sicily, November 7th 1501
Patrucio hugged the creature who he found dirty and blood covered in the shed "fratello", he said. The creature hugged him back and shushed him as he cried. After long he looked up at his brother. He has black hair and blue eyes, his robes were covered in blood and halfway burned. His breathing was rough, his face was burned and he was close to death. "Patrucio, I want you to go and look for Ezio Auditore da Firence. He is a friend to your uncle in Roma. Look for him and tell him what has happened. Let him train you to avenge our brotherhoods fall and all those who have...died...go to messina. There will be an old man that will accompany you on your journey. His name is Ivan. Go and make us proud....", his brother said in his last final breaths. He slumped down limp onto the floor. Patrucio looked down at the now lifeless corpses that were his brothers. The oldest named Lovino and the 2nd oldest named Antonio. His brothers his only family was gone.
The story of patrucio chapter 1Chapter 1
Sicily, Italy November 6th, 1501
A young boy dressed in a robe made from angora, pants from jeans and boots from lamb hide, was running through the plaza. A basket of fruit clamped under his arm, supported by the other. His brown hair swayed in the wind. The left sleeve of his shirt was ripped off showing off a tattoo branded into his skin. The mark of the brotherhood. Not far behind were men dressed in white robes and armor. The red cross on their cloth stood out like it was a sign of the devil himself marked upon an angles soul. The boy ran into a coldersak hiding behind a pile of discarded boxes. There he sat for a good two hours till the noise of the market has lowered down. He stood up and started his walk home, on the way it started to rain down. The sound of the drops on the streets of Sicily sounded like an audience never growing tired of clapping.
In a distance he could see smoke rising up. It took some time for him to collect his thoughts on that particular place
The story of Partucio -prolog-Prolog
The sun was shining through my curtains. I grumbled in my sleep and pulled my blankets over my head. Suddenly the alarm went off and I jumped up. The alarm always made me flinch. I really hated that. My name you ask? My name is Patrucio Altairio de vedici.
I am 19 year old assassin. Yeah you heard right. I am am assassin. I kill people...but not innocent people. My mission like any other assassin the the world is to destroy the Templars. A group that is trying to take over the world. Yeah World domination, nothing new eh? Today was the day that I could finally test myself. Together with 4 others I was chosen to go to Denver and go back into time to kill the Templar once and for all. I got up, put on my lovely white sweater and blue jeans. Don't forget my shoes. When I finally got all my stuff packed in I went off to a private airport owned by our brotherhood's leader. A shriveled old man with a -wait for it- brown beard. Everybody called him papa assassino. Meaning
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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