Cara/Luna's POV
Having seen Ezio made me happier than it should have done.
We managed to scare the Borgias away shortly after I saw Ezio, but I could tell that something really wasn't right. I was being drawn to the city walls and I didn't know what it was.
My feet took complete control over my brain, and before I knew it I was on my way to Firenze.
Trouble was brewing there, and I didn't like it one bit.
Ezio's POV
Saving Cara was amazing. There was one thing bothering me, though. Why were people calling her: 'Miss Luna'?
The fight was over, and the Borgias had retreated. I was overjoyed that the damage was minimal.
I managed to spot a white hood leaving the city, with wisps of brown-almost-black hair blowing softly in the wind. There was worry and discomfort on her face, and she looked like there was something massively bothering her.
She took of in a sprint toward... Firenze?
What possible business could she have in Firenze?
Out of curiosity and nosiness, I followed her, dodging in between trees and bushes.
"Ezio, stop. I know you're here."
Damn that woman and her senses.
I emerged from the bushes, and stood in front of her.
"Move out of my way, Ezio."
"Cara, please!"
"No! There's trouble in Firenze and I need to know what it is!"
"What trouble?"
"I don't know! That's what I'm going to find out."
"Well how do you know there's trouble?"
She rolled her eyes and I inwardly smirked. She looked so funny when she did that.
"Long story, I'll tell you another time. But right now, I have to go."
"Well, you can't go alone. I'll go with you."
She sighed heavily.
"Suit yourself."
And so, we took off in a glorious sprint toward the city of Firenze.
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We had been searching the city for a while now, and to no avail.
We sat on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge.
Cara all of a sudden tensed up, and her eyes glazed over.
"Cara? Cara, what is it?"
"Follow me."
She took off in the fastest sprint across rooftops I had ever seen, and I was really struggling to keep up.
We ended up outside a local Taverna.
We walked in, hoods down and sat at an empty table.
"What is it?"
"I think it's upstairs."
With that knowledge, we scaled the outside of the building, stopping outside a window , where Cara listened intently to the conversation.
Cara/Luna's POV
"They're simply too smart. What do we do now?"
"I say we send spies to Isola Tiberina."
"Good plan. I'll have it done right away."
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Assassin's Creed- Instinct
FanfictionTake Ezio: Well respected assassin, full time protector of the cities. Descendant of Altaïr. Eagle vision. Take Cara: Housemaid, blessed with spectacular powers that master assassins could only dream of. Descendant of Falco Estrellas. When their...
