This story is about how you struggle being the son of a assassin and templar trying to choose witch side your are on while also trying to convense your feelings to your chrush esio.
Disclaimer: Assassin's creed is owned by Ubisoft. I do not claim a...
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( A/n: before we start i wanted to thank you all for making my story number 1 on assassin's creed it really means a lot that you guys enjoy my stories alright into the story)
Esio pov: After i thanked the woman for helpin me with. My wounds as well as giving me directions to the church as. I walked tordes it i still felt my wounds. Holding me back from running and actually hurting. My side i then saw a doctor hoping he were to help me out.
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( pretend that ezio is a woman)
Esio: salute.( hello) i require medicine.
Doctor: let me look. * checks her wounds* someone your age cannot recover from a wound like this with medicine. Here is something to dull the pain, you will heal over time.
Esio: grazie. ( thank you)
I pocket the medicine while also somewhat cursing this doctor in. My mind for dare calling me old. I say my goodbyes to the doctor and take. The medicine my wounds feeling. A lot less painful. I walked tordes the church and started climbing it. I was then untop of it and started to look over the intire city.
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I then peformed a leap of faith into the haystack. Now knowing the location as to the Mausoleo. I then suddenly hear a few guards talking. About something having to do with the borgai.
