Assassin's Creed- Instinct

Chapter 4- Stars

Cara's POV

There was something that felt so right about this assassin business. The robes... I felt like I belonged in them. As we approached the Isola Tiberina, Ezio piped up.

"Care to explain?" He asked, a curious tone to his voice.

"My father... My Papa's name was Falco Estrellas. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. He left all of this for me in a box, where our house was before it got burned to nothing but ash by templars." I explained.

Those wretched templars. It was their fault my family was dead. I guessed that Papa hadn't wanted me to go down that path. Not that I would, after all off the pain and suffering they had cause me and my family.

"Wow." Ezio simply said, his voice barely above a whisper. We turned into a building with a large wooden door, and walked down a flight of stairs. The whole place was cream marble, with rugs and desks strung about the place. There were people dressed like Ezio and I, other assassins I presumed. Walking past, I nodded to acknowledge them, just to be polite.

We took a left and walked through another door. There was a man, dressed in burgundy robes. He was a middle aged man, with brown straight hair that hung limp on his shoulders.

"Ah, Cara. I've been awaiting your arrival. My name is Niccolò Machiavelli. I trust you know why you are here?" He asked, a philosophical tone to his voice.

"Yes. My Father was an assassin, yes?"

"Yes. When did you know of this?"

"When I went to the box. He told us all he worked as a Dottore, healing the sick. I understand that now he meant it in more ways than one." I informed him of what I knew. He nodded, and begun pacing around the room.

"Your blades, do you know how to use them?"

"Yes." I didn't say anything more, or seem boastful of my obvious skill. Ezio smirked and took this as his chance to showcase my abilities. My, that man sure had his ways.

"You should have seen her earlier, Machiavelli. I didn't even see her, it was bizarre. You wouldn't believe it if you saw it." I hung my head. I didn't like all these compliments he was giving me, it made me nervous.

"Wouldn't believe it if I saw it, eh? I'll be the one to judge that. Ezio and I shall find a viewpoint, you show us your skill."

And with that, we set off once more.

Ezio's POV

Machiavrlli and I found a vantage point from which we could see the surrounding areas clearly.

"You're fond of her, Ezio." He suddenly said. It took me aback a little. He said it as more of a statement, as opposed to a question.

"It would appear so." I answered.

"Indeed it would."

And with that, the guards begun to drop from the rooftops, just as they had before.

Machiavelli was just as stunned as I was. We met up with Cara back at the Tiber Island hideout. She was looking nervously at the ground, clearly not knowing what to expect.

Niccolò was staring at her blankly. He was showing no facial expression. I immediately felt bad, saying how good she was and now if he thought she was bad, it would crush her.

I didn't know if I could bear it. Cara clearly took the silence as a chance that she did badly.

"I'm sorry, I know it was bad. I just- I guess... Never mind. Sorry." She said, guiltily. She began to walk away, just as Niccolò went to grab her arm. Completely out of the blue, she spun and grabbed his wrist, before he could touch her. Her face showed a steely glare, and he smirked devilishly.

"I believe we have much to discuss."

Cara's POV

I was under the impression that Niccolò thought I was useless. I was now seated in his office, Ezio in one chair, me in another. Machiavelli was just standing there, hands clasped together behind his back.

"Tell me Cara, why do you have so little faith in yourself?" He asked.

"I don't know. My father was so successful, and I have a name to live up to. Not to mention I have never done anything like that in my life. I made an assumption." I admitted.

"You should have more faith in yourself, girl. I see great potential in you. Please, tell me how you did all of that? I saw you not even once. It was extraordinary." My eyes widened. Maybe it wasn't too bad after all?

I had been awaiting this question with bated breath. The simple answer was... I didn't know. There was just this little voice inside of me that was telling me what to do. The rest came naturally.

"I do not know. There was just something inside of me that told me what to do. I didn't have to think about it. I just did it and I haven't the slightest of idea how." I answered, truthfully.

"Ah, Signora. I believe that this is a case of instinct. It is in your blood to kill, and to not be noticed. Your father posessed the same qualities. Your instinct, however, appears to be having a great effect on your senses. But, this is no bad thing. You have an astounding talent, there is no doubt about it. You are what I would call: ' A whisper carried by the wind.' Always sensed, but never seen." He told me. A whisper in the wind. I liked that.

"Ezio, I want you to take her to see Bartolomeo. I want to see how you fare in a mission with no training beforehand. He is having trouble fending off the French from the barracks, and I am sure he would appreciate all the help he can get. Tariffa bene, miei amici."

And so, we set off together to the barracks.