Assassins creed - Understanding

Chapter 2 - Unexpected Arrival

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My mask lay forgotten in the corner of the room. It was late at night and I could not sleep. I, Valentina Chaste had possibly ruined what the Templars had been working on for years in just a few minutes. That envelope indeed had information on our location.  There were Templar dens all over Venezia, we worked hard to protect them from the assassins. Most of the dens the assassins know not off. A few however, the assassins have taken over, and the Templars were fighting hard to take it back. Each den had its own name, and its own area in which the Templars look out for. Our den, My den, was located on this farm, or more, under it. We built underground room to store our most prized possessions. Our den name was Il fienile, vicino al mare, The Barn Next To Seas. If our den was attacked, I would have nowhere to go.

But nor would Duccio, Petricco, Rodero and everyone else.

There had to be something I could do. Duccio had sent his spies to try and intercept the letters, but he worried it would be too late.

That stranger, though, might not have been an assassin. I had heard tales of assassins being able to become one with the shadows, but I had never met an assassin. At least, not an alive one.

It wasn’t certain the stranger was an assassin- It could have been Poalo for all I know. No, that would be impossible. He was lured out by one of our thieves.

Maybe the stranger was a friend of Poalo’s. He could have been waiting for Poalo’s return or something. But then why would he have stuck to the shadows? As quickly as they came, the ideas left my mind.

Cazzo, I couldn’t stay in bed. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted someone to talk to, but everyone was ignoring me. Even Duccio, who I knew was mad at me, but he had never ignored me. Duccio’s anger embarrassed me most, not only because he was the leader, but he was the kindest of all the Templars I had met.

I leapt out of my bed and opened my box of masks. I had a huge collection and I never threw any of them away. I decided on a black mask with silver swirls. Putting it on, I leapt out the window. It was not so far to the ground, after all. And plus, going through the front door would mean a lot of questions in the morning.

I slipped through the darkness of the cold, bare streets. The mist curled around me as I walked. My bones were cold but I felt calm. The sound of water slashing in its barrier soothed my senses. I felt free. My mind was clear and I could finally breathe.

I walked over the left side of the road, and climbed the little building.  I ran across its flat surface, feeling the cool air, and jumped. Building across building, I flew through the air in the middle of the night. I felt content, soaring through the air the way I did. I landed on each building softly, then started running again, the jumping. Assassins were well known for jumping on buildings. I thought it was a brilliant idea, climbing on roofs. It was quicker and easier. I kept this to myself though. If the other Templars found out of my thoughts, they would surely kick me out. I do not understand why Duccio has not gotten rid of me yet, but I know he will do so soon. I sighed. I crossed my legs on a stone roof and looked over to the moon. It shone brightly over fair Venice. How beautiful the moon looks from here.  How its light, so far away still slightly touched to roofs of the houses. How it created looming shadows of the faintest cat or dog. How its light caught on the dancing leaves under a dying tree or rotting flower. How beautiful the moon is, at this time of night. How beautiful.. How beautiful..

‘The moon will disappear if you keep looking at it like that.’

To say I was shocked was an understatement.