I sit on the rooftop and stare out at the winding streets of Italy. A slight wind blows, making my hair wave. My hood is down, which is very unusual. I only have it down when I'm alone like this.
I'm only alone when I'm not working. I don't need anyone to see me.
I adjust my hidden blades and stand, swiftly running across the shingled roof and swinging down into the streets. I pull my hood over my head and begin walking.
I have a target to take care of.
A/N: Hey guys! I just started a new Assassin's Creed book, so if you like this little prologue please vote or comment or share or do whatever you want! Bye!
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Freedom's Blade
FanfictionDesiree Miglia is an assassin living in 15th century Italy. She loves freedom and what she does for a living, which is killing templars. But what happens when she meets some other assassins that change her view on everything and makes her feel som...
