The forgotten World

4. The Brown Armour

Something hit me and hit me hard, I found myself face down on the cement with someone standing on my back and warm liquid running down my neck and chin, it took me a few seconds to register the knife in my neck, I kicked up with my legs and I hit something then a shape went tumbling over my head and we both got to our feet at the same time, the clothes he had on where pure white with patches of silver metal, he had a sword and dagger strapped to his left hip and I could see the handle of a cross bow over his right shoulder, around his waist and under his right arm I saw a collection of throwing knives. I put my hand to my neck and felt the warm blood run between my fingers and then I looked at him, he wore an expression of surprise like he knew I should have been dead, even I knew I should have been dead after getting stabbed like that, but here I am, standing and then the hooded man spoke, he spoke with an Italian accent and he said “before you move I would like you to guess who I am” there was no guessing involved so I replied “you’re an Assassin, dressed the same as Ezio from Assassins Creed” for this he nodded and said “yes, I am an Assassin and no I’m not dressed the same as Ezio, I am Ezio and Assassins Creed is from me. Now come, you have much to learn” without think about his motive for stabbing me in the neck I followed.

Ezio walked to the nearest door, the same one the guy with the clipboard was heading for and as he opened the door my arms dropped and I stood there in amazement, there where people holding guns, bows, crossbows, swords, maces, spears, axes, daggers, throwing knives, throwing axes, shields, staffs and then it finally hit me others were holding fire, ice, lighting, rocks, water, wands, this was where the gifted gathered and trained and now here I was right in the middle of all of it. I put my hand to my neck again and the hole had already healed over. Ezio stood there as a walked forwards.

As a walked past a armour shop the person inside called out “hey you” I looked his way and he spoke again “yer you” I walked over said “but I have no money, I cannot buy…” my speech froze as I caught sight of the brown leather armour he had hanging up, it was tattered and aged but I was drawn to it like a moth to a bright light. The man followed my gaze and then looked at me surprised “is that so” he said. I extended my arm to it, like it was calling to me and then it shot at me, the whole set, even the staff, I caught the staff in my left hand but the rest smacked me in the chest so hard I feel backwards before I have even stood up I was in the brown armour and the guards armour was on the ground, had the brown armour done that by itself? The shop keeper looked at me amazed and said “no matter how many times I throw that armour in the bin because I’m tired of trying to sell it, it always comes back, and now it’s gone, and you’re stuck with it, no payment required for that set of armour… considering how long I have been trying to get rid of it” I twirled the staff in my hand and slapped in on my back and it stayed there, I flexed my mussels under the armour and found that that armour moved with me, it felt good, really good, it made me feel powerful, I raised my hand and the earth jumped up to meet it. I flicked my wrist and the earth shot back at the earth. I raised my hand and flexed my fingers amazing at my new found ability.

Ezio walked over and patted me on the back “one story ends and a new one begins, welcome to the forgotten world my friend”