Assassin's Creed: On the Wings of an Eagle

(Be as creative as you want to be I've played all the games and will play AC:Brotherhood tomorrow, I've studied even AC:II Black Edition and read the books no to mention the hand held games. I warn you now though I am a writer, but if you need me to tone it down let me know Mrs. KreszentiaBlack, the first post is always the longest)


1500 A.D. Rome

It was cold that morning and it had rained the night before. The air clean. That held little sway to the Brotherhood that had come to get their revenge on the Borgia. One set of posters still showed Ezio Auditore Di Firenze upon it but joined with him was a new face and pest to the Borgia. Farfella Costa Di Roma. The sketched image of the woman showed her to be young, maybe 17 or so. Face soft but not the soft of a child, face soft but firm the chin ended in a flat point instead of sharp giving her a graceful jawline. Cheek bones slightly raised but not by much. Ears pierced. She had a straight slender nose and delicate arch to her brows. Enhancing her eyes it seemed, lips soft lined with the barest pout. Hair down wearing a pendant with the letter C on it.

Farfella Di Costa
Wanted
Murderer and Thief
wanted for the Murder of Alexander Borgia.

She had a high price on her head almost matching him in the old days back home before coming to Rome. She was nicknamed Farfella Di Montre - The butterfly of Death. The Brotherhood stayed perched on the roof looking over best vantage points before they would enter further into the city. Little kids were running in the street, filthy and being chased by foot guards. A child tripped and was caught, the boy only eight or nine years old. He closed his eyes seeing the fist about to come down but blinked as it never came. Opening his eyes as the grip slacked, he landed roughly back on his feet. Seeing the red beneath it he looked up to see the guard's lifeless eyes and the arrow through his throat, the feathered ends bearing silk tassel with a silver butterfly. The Guardsman fell dead.

The three other footman blinked looking around only to see a person walk out of the shadows, bow restrung as delicate gloved fingers released and let fly the arrow notched upon the string catching another guard off his feet. Running at the other bow string snapping and catching the man in the face and taking one of his eyes before the wood broke and impaled him in the neck. Turning sharply on their heel, hood falling back as the cloak was tossed over one shoulder. The woman wore long brown leather boots that stopped mid shin and buckled to the side three times. Pants a dark green they were almost black, form fitting. The shirt was white with a color and made tighter by the leather vest that tied up like a corset in the back. Body lithe and agile. Arms bearing leather bracers with a family crest. Eyes pure green and even more so by the black Venetian like mask she wore. Slender covering from the bridge of the nose to the edge of her brow. Skin pale fair, face soft but an adult, a graceful jaw with slightly red stained barely pouted lips.

Long Auburn red hair tied up with side braiding and pinned, spilling down in riveted curls down her back, the side of the hair down instead of pulled back. Ears pierced. Settled against her chest where the lapel of the shirt opened before the start of her breast was a necklace with the pendant of the letter C. The elder kids had gotten the younger ones down to the hiding places that only the boy remained. She stood there the man charged her but she threw herself out of the way and twisted as she did, snapping back up as the man passed her stumbling. She stayed where she was sword in hand having unsheathed it, red caressed down the stainless steel to drip onto the cobblestone street. The Guard collapsed blood down his chin and fell to the stone earth.

She opened her eyes and sheathed the sword arm out for the boy to come to her. He did and quickly. Not phased when more foot guards came around the corner, weapons drawn. "There she is! Kill her, get Farfella!" She casually pulled the boy up as she withdrew a flintlock pistol and fired it on the rope by her feet anchored. Letting the pistol drop as she replaced it with the rope yanked off her feet with the boy. The boy tossed up higher than her as she spun in the yank, knives with charms of tassel ended butterflies flew out and hit the man that had charged first, some of the hits fatal others a painful reminder to come. Catching the boy she moved him fast to her back shouting hold on and booked it. Feet hitting the paved rooftops she ran and hard even when Riffle man opened fire. Ignoring the close calls she leapt the distance and cleared a roof to another, not stopping but pressing further. Passing a couple of the brotherhood as she leapt off catching a hanging sign and swung out and around landing swiftly and into a hidden doorway into an abandoned bar and warehouse.

The Butterfly of death had struck the morale of Borgia's men yet again as curses where shouted into the morning air. Ezio's companions of the Brotherhood looked to him, wondering if they should follow into the secret door and follow the Farfella of Roma (Rome)

Arriving at the one called Farfella's hiding place he found that many of Rome's orphans took sanctuary here, it was a front building to throw off the Borgia for many of the wounded where here as well. La Volpe (the fox) a fellow assassin and head of the thieves was there in fact. Two of his thieves being tended to.

"Farfella, what you are going to do is suicide and you know it." He said to the shadows by the arch blocked from view. "Let me handle it, I owe you a debt, as well as my gratitude."

Walking out of the dark was Farfella and he stared asking her about her clothing. She wore long brown boots, dark pants, yet the tunic held influence of the Assassin's. Hood raised. "From my brother when I saved his life bringing him back to the temple at Maysaf."

La Volpe stopped looking at her, "You know about us, the assassins? The man you saved before was not your brother was he?" He studied her now.

"No, he was not in blood but in bond." She answered curtly, "I may not be of you La Volpe, but I know the ways of your creed. Of Altair Ibn-Al Hdad. What I do is with the tools that were given to me, what I did for you was no favor but the gift of freedom given to all and someone who chose what to do with it." She whistled out but nothing seemed to happen.

Your father, he was a Assassin...wasn't he?" He said confidently.

One of many." She answered no more and no less a horse, a stallion, neighed out and from the darkness that she hopped on and into the sadle, belt bearing the gear of an assassin though she had no hidden blade. Checking the horse and it moved kicking the stable doors that were hidden to the public mass and rode out into the streets to locate her target. La Volpe ran to the opening to watch her ride off, whispering a prayer in Italian for the woman and what she was going to do." Seeing an Eagle soar out from a roost and give cry to follow after the woman and its handler looking back.

Then by the grace of those before us may Altair watch over you Farfella, may you earn your hidden blades as they did." He stepped away and closed the doors, tending to the wounded and making sure the children got ready to leave for her safe houses and his own. Sending another to get message to find Ezio Auditore, to inform him that he had information on her, more than what was seen tonight now that his suspicions were confirmed. "Tell him we have another sister in Roma, born of blood not trained as the others have been, one who follows the old ways." The theif left to do as told.