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  • Saixkosmos ppt

    1. 1. ~Our friend,Saixkos-mos ~
    2. 2. Created by:AvocadoPolymathMewMewShiaRakashaelSomaXFirmamentoDeeNukeRayvneRayneStealthHanksKaishySaiyanPrincessRaine90RandomStarvingArtist
    3. 3. This project is dedicated from us toyou, Saixkos-mos, to show you justwhat your friendship means to us. :)
    4. 4. In this project you will find a littlesomething from all of us, to show howmuch we love you.
    5. 5. So, without further ado, here are someof our greatest creations as gifts toyou, our dearest friend:
    6. 6. MiracleBy MewMewShia
    7. 7. Assassins Creed fandom. AU.Totally Inaccurate Italian:Pagano: HeathenEmpio cagna: Unholy bitchCaro mio: Loved oneThis adventure is inspired by Atelier Rorona, a fluffy, warm adventure that features an apprentice studying alchemy._____________________________"Pagano! You will regret your crimes against us!""You are not worthy of praise! Disgusting, savage, witless FILTH!"Fists and feet poured down on him, accompanied by Heavens tears. His assailants were hellbent on showing no mercy, but he surrenderedthe right to protest a short while ago. His throat was raw from having cried out in pain, burning with the intensity of an open flesh wound.Wounds all across his body burned, as if they were all doused in a million flames, but no angel knew of his anguish. Heavens messengershad gone to sleep, and he was alone.Cold, broken and helpless."Empio cagna! This is your reward for staining our family name!"Diamonds rushed from his crisp, eternal blue eyes, but none of them were heard. Accompanied by the most savage laughter, fists and feetcontinued to strike-and he was helpless, defenseless against the massacre of his fragile heart.Twenty minutes before Heaven found its most precious angel, lying in the rain. Chilled to the bone, battered and silent.Inconsolable.________________________________
    8. 8. It was in that rain you found me, and in your arms I began to recover.My dream was the birth of happiness. I dreamt of seeing smiles for so many days and nights, working at my hardest to create magic. Idreamt of giving birth to new dreams, bright dreams, dreams of magic and wonder.On that day you found me, shattered dreams and all.If it hadnt been for you, I wouldnt even be able to walk this Earth-let alone drink from the fountains of happiness. If it hadnt been for you,I wouldnt be able to breathe. You rescued me, cradled me, and for that I am forever grateful.You brought me back to life, and now I can fly.______________________________I believed it was my destiny to spread happiness.I wanted the birth of happiness more than I wanted to draw breath. Every day I took up arms, heading off into the miraculous world ofalchemy with my wand. Every day I was determined to work my magic, living and breathing only for the happiness of others.Without standing on my own two feet, I conducted spells for the world I loved.I was frozen in time, even though sunshine moved outside of my window. It was my purpose to spread light through our world, but I boreno true light within me. I knew nothing of loves soft, sweet glow, or the tender song it offered complete hearts. I was always delighted towitness the bliss of others, especially when their joy came from my alchemy. I might not have been a Master Alchemist, but I experiencedthe deepest rapture whenever I created something-for I knew it would bring about many smiles.I tried so hard to make others happy, even when I stumbled. I absorbed my worlds happiness as a parched rose absorbs liquid crystal,but...you were not there. I had not yet discovered Heavens breath. And without that breath, without that sacred air, I fell into the deepestdarkness.In the rain you found me, and nursed me back to health.________________________________
    9. 9. When all seemed lost, the light came.It flooded into me, breathing life into my veins, my lungs and blood. You helped me, shaped me, and I was brought back to life in your hands.Never before had I seen such magic, tasted such rich air, or gripped such warm clouds, but you were there. And on the wings you gave me, Iwas able to fly. I learned new things, dreamt of new treasures. I rose to new heights.In the rain you found me, and because of your good deed, I have been reborn.________________________________In the light of day, magic played on Firenzes rooftops.The clouds were alive with golden delight, glowing brighter with each passing day. The winds were vibrant and playful, alive with the rich aromaof eternal sunshine. Smiles walked Firenzes streets, bathing in glow of an infinite dream. Birds graced the skies, singing of joy that grewwithout boundaries.In the light of day, magic soared through a quaint workshop. Gifts were abundant amongst its shelves, each one brimming with the purestdelight. And betwixt their walls stood a humble Alchemist. Bathing in the days eternal glow, Leonardo tried his hand at something new-But laughed once it blew up in his face. And in the distance, Niccolo Machiavelli shook his head."Not again, Leonardo. Are you STILL trying to perfect that?""It will work, caro mio. You will see!""Unless my workshop burns down," the Master Alchemist said, still shaking his head with a smile. He spoke several words under his breath."A spirit of unstoppable, unparalleled radiance. Thats what you are, my Leonardo."
    10. 10. • by SomaX
    11. 11. Short StoryBy Rakashael
    12. 12. The streets are empty by this time of day. Hints of the sun still sparkle in between the rows ofstone structures. Silence seems to sweep across the entire city, even the parts that would be bustlingduring the afternoon. Ever so slowly the bright blue sky is over taken by the soft dark sheets of thenight. Somewhere in the middle of the vast stone forest, there is a small workshop owned by ahumble, but brilliant young painter. From the outside it looks as if no life has stirred from this placefor weeks. However, if you wonder inside and down the narrow corridor to the right, youll see a dimlight from a cluttered, dust strewn room. As you wander closer you hear faint voices and occasionallaughter. Peek around the corner of the door way and you will see four people sitting around an ironstove. From left to right in the circle the first person you see a large, young man with bright ambereyes, dark brown hair and angular facial features. The person to his right is a small, but well builtyoung woman with long golden hair, bright green eyes and a heartwarming smile. To her right, sittingrather closely is another young woman with lovely straight black hair and dark eyes, her features aresoft, and her smile is inviting. Swiftly she playfully whacks the older young man next to her. His hairis golden like clean straw, and his eyes are as bright a blue as the sky lights that fade above them.Their conversation seems indiscernible, but it is easy by their soft, relaxed expressions, that they arepouring their hearts out."Leonardo, it isnt impossible! You said it yourself that nothing truly is. Come now,show us the design! Maybe we can help!" Prods the dark eyed woman.
    13. 13. "Oh, I couldnt... it’s not ready yet." Shyly the artist replies. "Leonardo, Saix is right... what’s to lose? You are among friends. If youll let us help you, me and Saix will show you our designs!" The golden haired girl glimmers playfully. A twinge of curiosity shines in Leonardos crystal blue eyes. For months it seems his sweet apprentices have horded and hidden their precious art works from the world. They were afraid that they would be shunned, hated, or hurt. In his pondering, he suddenly makes eye contact with the large young man next to him. A little wondrous himself, it seems the subtle smile in those amber eyes makes Leonardos decision much easier. He nods with a shallow sigh, "Alright, alright, Ill go get it, if youll go fetch your designs."More reluctant than the rest, Saix slowly stands from her seat and turns to fetch her, as she callsthem, hideous works. Before she can move past him, the amber eyed man stops her. Gently he tugs hersleeve,"If it means anything to you... Id really like to see them." He mutters shyly.
    14. 14. A little taken by his sudden sweetness toward her, Saix moves on with a little nervousness. Within agood amount of time, after Leonardo has buried through all his papers and random contraptions, thethree return to the fires light. Each holds their work tightly to their chest, suspiciously, and at the sametime eager."I vote you go first Rakashael." Leonardo plucks at the papers hidden in her arms."Eh... o-okay, okay!" She glances at the large man to her left, he smiles so sweetly to her.How that smile could cause ones heart to falter, if only he knew the power he held. In any case, the shyemerald eyed vixen moves the papers slowly toward the light. Upon them, clear designs of two men anda woman have been colored in with ink."Is that Ezio?" Saix gushes with a giggle.Frightened, little Rakashael nods shakily. Leonardo and Saix smile at each other,"I dont see why you hid them, they are very well done.""Well done? No, they are terrible!""I dont think they are terrible." Ezio interjects, softly of course.
    15. 15. After a moment of admiring her work, Leonardo is elected by Rakashael to show his works. Somecoercing is needed, but he gets on with it and reveals his marvelous designs. In his scrawl can be seenthe care and love he puts into all of his work, especially so it seems, a little sketch on the top left of thepage. A small portrait of Saix, he eyes have been colored carefully."Such a sweet memento... it looks so much like her... “Rakashael grins and glances at the redfaced Saix."Well, well, how about you Saix..." Leonardo clears his throat.All the convincing it took Leonardo to show his work, it takes at least twice as much for the raven hairedlady to even loosen her grip on her parchments. Eventually, she shows them with great reluctance.All mouths seem to slightly drop when they lay eyes on her pieces. In a sense they lack a little muscularstructure, but are perfectly proportional, and quite relaxing to look at. Leonardo feels the need to placehis arms around the sweet Saix. Tightly he embraces her and thanks her for sharing her beautiful work.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    16. 16. How admirable is one who never gives up, and always is so kind. It shows in their art, because without alittle heart there can be none.The world knows so little about you, and I think they should. To be counted among my muses you have tobe close to my heart, you have to be strong, you have to hold the potential to be something great. You haveall of this, and some day there will arise the opportunity to be free of your situation and show the worldwhat you are really made of. When that opportunity arises I know you will have the strength to take it andgive all those bad talkers a taste of what you can do. Those mean things, those lies youd been fed aboutbeing worthless have greatly angered me. I know how you feel; I know we are akin, if in no other way thanour shattered minds. I was not drawn to you because you fail at life, but simply that you have yet to proceed.Well move on together, one step at a time.I love you big sis!~Rakashael
    17. 17. Here is a beautiful song written byRakashael:
    18. 18. FireflyBy DeeNuke
    19. 19. This story was inspired by Blue Glowby Saixkos-mos :)
    20. 20. FireflyThe
night
was
late,
the
darkness
so
deep
that
the
stars
were
barely
visible
across
the
pitch
black
heights.
It
was
another
gloomy
dusk,
the
rain
menacing
to
fall
over
Florence
once
again,
washing
away
the
last
of
his
inspira>on
or
mood
to
create.
Days
have
passed
since
he
cra@ed
something,
since
his
hand
hold
the
dark
kohl,
ruddle
or
a
brush,
days
since
he
looked
over
his
notes
and
try
to
find
answer
to
the
ques>ons
that
were
always
springing
in
his
mind.
But
lately,
there
were
no
ques>ons
to
be
answered,
and
it
seemed
that
everything
was
in
vain.
His
efforts
and
struggles
of
being
beFer
and
beFer,
his
art
and
his
inven>ons
were
le@
aside,
somewhere
in
the
corner
of
his
mind
and
of
his
workshop.He
took
a
deep
breath
as
he
leaned
on
the
wooden
edge
of
the
balcony
and
looked
up
at
the
dark
sky.
A
sad
smile
curved
his
lips
as
he
sighed
and
rubbed
his
eyes
gently
un>l
strange
shapes
started
to
form
underneath
his
lids
pressured
by
his
long
slander
fingers.
He
let
his
hands
fall
across
his
body
as
he
looked
down
at
his
palms,
his
skin
white
and
in
a
powerful
contrast
with
everything
around
him,
no
longer
stained
by
his
paints
and
hues,
colors
and
>nts.
Another
sigh
escaped
his
lips
as
he
gulped
silently.
He
has
never
felt
guilty
for
the
way
he
lived
and
deal
with
things,
but
then
he
suddenly
felt
ashamed
that
he
could
never
follow
the
perfect
orders
of
none
of
his
patrons.He
knew
that
them
were
only
searching
for
something
the
masses
would
understand,
but
he
will
never
understand
why
the
minds
of
people
would
be
so
weak
and
not
search
for
more
answer,
not
linger
more
ques>oning
everything
around
them
and
only
simply
accept
what
were
they
given.
That
kind
of
behavior
was
one
of
the
many
reasons
that
made
him
not
finish
his
works,
as
if
he
was
never
free
enough
to
create
and
to
express
himself.
But
the
man
suddenly
snorted
annoyed
realizing
his
own
thoughts
as
he
felt
a
strange
>ngle
inside
his
chest,
a
faint
ache
that
spread
quickly
inside
in
his
body
making
his
hands
numb.
He
smiled
saddened
once
more
and
whispered
to
himself:"Leonardo,
you
fool...
What
makes
you
think
they
dont
let
you
create...",
said
the
man
in
a
low
tone,
then
glaring
into
the
pitch
black
distance
con>nued,
"Maybe
youre
just
not
good
enough
to
create
whatever
they
want..."
    21. 21. And
as
his
words
were
spoken,
the
silence
fell
once
again
over
him,
only
his
breathing
sounds
and
fizzling
of
the
garments
reaching
his
ears
like
silent
whispers
from
afar
that
were
quickly
carried
away
by
the
chilly
wind
that
was
blowing.
The
man
made
a
step
back
and
shook
his
head
in
disapproval
before
his
hands
moved
across
his
arms,
the
painter
trying
to
warm
himself
as
the
cold
breeze
blew
his
way.
His
hair
fluFered,
his
curled
light
brown
locks
flowing
now
heavy
across
his
back,
moved
by
the
gust
of
wind.
And
for
a
second
his
blue
eyes
closed
as
sadness
took
over
him
again.
He
no
longer
felt
needed
or
capable
and
even
if
a
part
of
him
didnt
want
to
give
up,
there
was
a
side
that
just
wanted
all
forgoFen.He
sighed
again
and
pressed
his
palm
above
his
chest
as
if
he
wanted
to
stop
the
mild
ache
that
burst
inside.
He
wanted
to
shout
it,
to
tell
someone
about
those
feelings,
but
there
was
no
one
that
would
listen.
And
maybe
the
one
that
would,
was
not
there,
probably
figh>ng
his
secret
war
in
a
different
part
of
the
world,
protec>ng
the
life
of
so
many,
the
weight
of
the
world
burdening
the
shoulders
of
the
Assassin,
the
one
that
had
became
his
lover
and
now
was
missed
more
than
ever.
The
painter
snorted
annoyed
and
gently
hit
himself
with
the
base
of
his
palm
across
his
forehead
as
if
he
was
trying
to
chase
away
the
thoughts.
Sucking
in
a
deep
breath
the
ar>st
shook
his
head
to
clear
it,
forcing
his
reasoning
back
to
the
present
and
invi>ng
his
prac>cal
nature
to
ease
his
fears:"His
risking
his
life
for
the
world’s
well
beings
and
youre
complaining
about
some
stupid
pain>ngs...",
muFered
the
ar>st
annoyed.
“Get
a
grip
of
yourself...”But
suddenly
the
taciturnity
was
dissipated
by
a
voice
that
spoke,
the
noise
reaching
Leonardos
ears
through
the
deep
silence
making
the
man
flicker
startled
as
if
a
thunder
would
have
shaken
the
heights.
The
man
moved
and
turned
around,
at
first
his
eyes
catching
only
the
glimpse
of
a
silhoueFe
moving
towards
him,
but
then,
under
the
faint
light
of
the
lamp
the
painter
recognized
the
new
comer,
the
man
leaning
one
of
his
arms
negligently
over
the
doors
frame,
the
breadth
of
him
filling
the
open
space.
The
painter
let
out
a
slow
sigh
as
if
he
was
trying
to
hide
his
breathing
and
looked
up
at
the
face
of
the
man
standing
in
front
of
him,
his
black
lashes
and
hazel
eyes
beneath
straight
dark
brows,
glancing
back
at
the
ar>st,
as
the
new
comers
lips
curved
into
a
so@
smile.
Leonardo
almost
made
a
step
back
as
if
he
needed
a
moment
to
calm
his
sudden
racing
pulse
and
greeted
the
man,
his
voice
loud,
but
burdened
by
a
weary
and
saddened
tone:"Ezio,
youre
back..."
    22. 22. The
other
man
nodded
and
closing
the
space
between
the
two
li@ed
his
right
hand,
his
fingers
quickly
res>ng
on
the
painters
cheek,
making
the
other
 man
froze
as
tension
seeped
into
Leonardos
shoulders
and
neck.
He
could
feel
the
new
comers
back
of
the
palm
across
his
brow
trailing
it
down
the
 curve
of
his
cheek,
his
warm,
calloused
hands
across
his
skin
and
his
body
standing
so
close
that
he
could
feel
the
assassins
heat.
The
painter
smiled
as
 if
suddenly
the
weight
on
his
shoulders
was
li@ed
and
rubbed
his
cheek
gently
against
the
other
mans
fingers,
his
lips
moving,
and
the
man
speaking
 again: "Ive...
missed
you..." "If
that
is
so,
then
you
should
tell
me
why
are
you
whispering
to
the
darkness
these
black
thoughts?" The
painter
smiled
amused
and
said
glancing
into
the
new
comer’s
eyes: "What
else
should
I
speak
to
the
night,
my
dear
Ezio?" "My
name…
So
I
could
hear
it
from
afar
when
Im
away?",
grinned
the
assassin
moving
away
the
painter
and
leaning
over
the
wooden
edge
of
the
 balcony
watching
the
ground
underneath. "I
didnt
took
you
for
a
poet,
assassin...",
grinned
the
painter
amused. "Dont
change
the
subject,
Leonardo...",
insisted
the
other
man
looking
quickly
over
his
shoulder
at
the
ar>st
as
the
man
walked
near
the
balcony,
his
 hands
pressing
over
the
banister. "Its
nothing,
my
dear...",
said
Leonardo."So
hearing
you
whisper
about
stupid
pain>ngs
and
not
being
good
enough
was
just
me
hearing
things?",
smiled
briefly
Ezio
glaring
at
the
other
man.Leonardo
snorted
annoyed
and
turning
his
head
towards
the
assassin
said:"For
how
long
have
you
been
hiding
into
the
shadows?""Enough
to
hear
your
words...",
smiled
Ezio
moving
to
the
right,
a
step
closer
towards
the
painter,
leaning
his
side
against
the
ar>sts.
"Why
dont
you
share
the
load,
Leonardo?""Because
its
nothing,
Ezio..."
    23. 23. "Because
you
think
is
nothing...
Do
I
not
come
to
you
when
I
was
troubled?"Leonardo
nodded
and
smiling
mildly
said:"We
do
not
share
the
same…
problems...""Then
you
admit
there
is
a
problem”,
insisted
the
man
and
con>nued,
“Just
because
I
live
the
way
I
do,
doesnt
mean
I
cannot
listen
to
the
man
I
love..."Suddenly
the
painters
eyes
snapped
open,
his
blue
pupils
glaring
at
the
assassin,
his
mouth
partly
opened,
the
man
face
showing
a
surprised
expression,
but
only
for
a
few
seconds
as
Leonardo
draw
in
a
deep
breath
and
said
as
if
he
was
shaken
up
from
a
dream:"Do
you
know...
that
you’re
haun>ng
my
every
thought?""I
can
only
wish
that",
smiled
Ezio
leaning
his
head
on
the
painters
shoulder.
"But
for
a
while,
I
was
out
of
your
thoughts
and
replaced
with
those
gloomy
clouds
of
doubt
youre
having...""Like
I
said,
its
nothing...",
persisted
Leonardo
without
looking
at
the
assassin."Dont
make
me
beg",
replied
Ezio
laying
his
hand
across
Leonardos
skin
into
a
gentle
caress
from
his
cheek
to
the
mans
chin
making
Leonardo
frown
and
bit
back
a
moan
as
he
opened
his
mouth
and
said:"I…
I
am
not
able
to
finish
anything,
and
I
am
not
able
to
even
fulfill
a
simple
task
like
a
pain>ng..."Ezio
snorted
amused
and
said:"That
is
because
I
always
make
you
work
on
my
codex
pages
and
weapons...""Dont
joke
about
it.
You
wanted
to
know;
now
I
tell
you...",
replied
Leonardo
bluntly."I
know,
Leonardo.
But
youre
not
right
to
think
the
way
you
do?""Is
it
now...?",
muFered
the
painter."How
many
>mes
have
I
stolen
you
from
the
building
site
of
a
noble
man
that
asked
for
your
advice
and
services?
How
many
>mes
have
I
come
to
you
to
aid
me
while
you
were
working,
while
I
was
wounded
or
restless,
demanding
your
aFen>on
for
weeks,
days
in
which
you
could
have
worked
for
your
own
commissions..."
    24. 24. Leonardo
gulped
and
smiling
amused
said:"I
doubt
that
is
the
problem,
my
dear
Ezio..."The
assassin
grinned
and
said:"Then,
perhaps,
the
problem
should
be
our
nights
together...?",
inquired
Ezio
amused
and
con>nued,
"Did
I
allow
myself
to
linger
too
long
in
your
embrace?"Leonardos
head
turn
slowly
towards
the
assassin,
the
ar>st
flaring
his
nostrils
as
a
forced
smile
curved
his
lips,
the
painter
saying
in
a
low
tone,
bi>ng
his
lower
lip
feeling
his
face
flustered:"I
think
you
did
not
allow
yourself
enough
while
in
my
arms,
love..."The
assassin
laughed
amused,
his
smile
broadening,
his
white,
straight
teeth
flashing
for
a
second
before
the
painters
eyes
as
Ezio
spoke
again:"Now
that
I
have
you
smiling
again,
I
guess
I
should
give
you
the
present
I
got
for
you..."Leonardo
turned
around
puzzled
and
staring
at
the
assassin
said:"A...
present?""I
see
fit
to
give
it
to
you
now...
plus,
they
wont
last
much
longer
trapped
like
that...",
smiled
Ezio.The
painter
gazed
at
Ezio
curious
and
replied:"I
take
it
is
a
living
creature...""Many
living
creatures,
corrected
Ezio
the
man
while
li@ing
into
the
air
his
le@
hand
that
kept
a
small
wooden
box
between
his
fingers,
its
case
finely
punctured
le]ng
the
oxygen
inside.
    25. 25. "So
small...",
smiled
Leonardo
taking
the
box
and
slowly
opening
its
lid.
But
suddenly
small
flying
creatures
flew
out,
their
body
emana>ng
a
blue
faint
light,
the
bugs
floa>ng
into
the
air,
dancing
into
the
chilly
breeze
as
the
painter
laughed
amused
at
their
fran>c
movements,
his
sapphire
eyes
staring
at
the
azure
glows
that
were
spreading
around
him
and
his
lover.
The
man
made
a
step
back
and
gazed
at
the
assassin,
their
eyes
mee>ng
for
a
second
as
the
youngster
moved
closer
to
him,
his
arms
wrapping
around
the
ar>sts
shoulders,
the
man
whispering
slowly
in
the
painters
ear:"I
knew
youd
like
them...""Theyre
blue...
There
are
no
blue
fireflies...""Liar”,
laughed
so@ly
Ezio
and
con>nued,
“This
is
no
hallucina>on,
my
love..."The
painter
smiled
and
nodded
his
hands
clinging
over
Ezios
arms
as
he
said
sa>sfied,
exhaling
deeply:"Thank
god
for
that..."[by
DeeNuke]
    26. 26. Where My Heart BelongsBy RayvneRayne
    27. 27. Leonardo stood in the square as the sun began to sink from the sky, staring at the shadow that was cast against theclosing market stalls. Clouds were rolling in rather quickly and the cool autumn day was turning into a cold autumnnight. The streets were closing and people retiring to their homes, but there the Eagle sat still as stone, his capefluttering in the breeze that had kicked up. Leonardo watched with sad eyes as he wrapped his arms around himself.He had a feeling he knew why he perched atop the crumbling pillar, so far away from the world that he protected. Thepainter would give anything to let the assassin know just how much he was needed, and how he didn’t need to feel soalone. Sighing, Leonardo left his spot as the cold chill started to settle in his bones. He left the assassin to his quietcontemplation, alone.Ezio stared at the horizon, watched as the blazing sun started to disappear behind the hills with fire dancing across thedarkening sky. Up here, he felt free, being kissed by the evening’s cool breath. So many thoughts were tramplingthrough his mind and he needed to release them. It wasn’t often he let his feelings get the best of him and aftersometime he wondered if he had feelings at all or if he was an empty husk, hell bent on killing. His wonder ceasedwhen his feelings of loss and loneliness plagued him now and in his dreams. He hadn’t truly slept a full night in a week.He was mentally and physically exhausted. He needed to relinquish these thoughts and somber feelings to the onlyperson he felt would honestly listen. Hopping down the next pillar, he followed them until he was once again on solidground. Mounting his horse he lowered his head and kicked the while mare into a trot, his destination warring on hismind.Leonardo hummed quietly to himself; he had just finished building up the fire in an attempt to get the chill out of thelarge room. Grabbing one of his many research books he was about to settle down into the chaise with a blanket andthe warming, crackling fire when a quiet knock echoed through the quiet workshop.“Un momento!” Leonardo called, placing his book on his work table.Opening his door he was greeted by a very familiar hooded friend.
    28. 28. “Buonasera Leonardo.” White breath hung in the air from under his darkened hood.“Ezio! How good to see you! Come, get out of the cold.”Ezio respectfully pulled his hood off and followed the painter into his home, closing the door with his boot. His steps werevirtually silent as he crossed the vast room to where the painter was babbling. The warm fire was welcomed and seemedto touch the chill he felt around his heart.“…I should have cleaned up more, but hey…organized chaos.”Leonardo turned to Ezio and immediately ceased his one sided conversation. Ezio looked horrible, he was much paler thanLeonardo remembered, dark circles formed under his eyes and a dark shadow was cast across his sharp features as hisamber eyes stared at the floor boards.“Ezio?”“Hmmm.”“You do not look so good, something is troubling you my friend. What is it?” Leonardo prodded gently.He knew why the assassin graced his home tonight. It had been such a long time and he was going to be as patient aspossible. He watched as Ezio flopped heavily onto the chaise his face buried in his hands.“I am tired. Tired of…this.” Ezio answered, motioning at Leonardo.“I do not understand Ezio.” A little hurt, Leonardo pulled up a stool next to his friend, placing a gentle hand on theassassin’s quivering knee, waiting for him to explain.“Leonardo, I do not know how much longer I can go on. I am hated and feared. I cannot walk the streets freelyanymore. I am alone, my life…it was never truly mine. Even now I work for everyone else; my life never reallybelonged to me.”“Me, your madre and Claudia…they are here.”
    29. 29. “They run the brothel; they no longer need me now that Claudia has become an assassin. I fear the world no longer needs me.All I ever wanted was to find my place; il mentore is what I have become. Right now, four assassins are outside willing to puttheir lives on the line to protect me, but why?”“Because Ezio, you are worth their protection and you give them something to fight for.” Leonardo answered quietly. His blueeyes twinkled in the fire light.“Am I?” Ezio snapped, raising his head to meet caring gaze. Not realizing that his sudden outburst caused the painter toremove his hand from Ezio’s knee.“I am no more important than they. I am merely a leaf floating along aimlessly on an autumn breeze. I have no one to call myown, no one to come home too. I do not even have a home anymore. I cannot return to Firenze, Monteriggioni wasdestroyed… I have nothing. All my possessions I carry with me, my only home is the hideout and it is just that… a place tohide and if I cannot make it back to the hideout, it is the nearest alley or abandoned building that can offer little protection.This is what my life has become.”“Ezio…”“I am tired of being alone, tired of being hunted, tired of not having a reason to keep fighting what I am fighting for. Leonardo,I am exhausted. I feel my time has passed me by and I have spent it chasing after revenge rather than living.” Ezio’s voicetrailed off to nothing more than a whisper.“Ezio…”“I am sorry Leonardo. I did not mean to burden you, I must leave. I…have some work to do.” Ezio interrupted as he started tostand only to be shoved back down into the chaise lounge, Leonardo pointing an angry finger at the Assassin, fire in his eyes.Ezio acted with surprise, he hadn’t seen Leonardo act like this in a long time.
    30. 30. “Ezio, you listen to me and listen good. You mean the world to your Madre and you always come up in the conversations thatClaudia and I have. She thinks the world of you. You my friend have become a legend. The thieves they talk you up as if youwere death himself, so skilled that you could sneeze and topple mountains. Your assassins follow and protect you, just like youdo with them. They strive to fill your boots, they are so proud to be led by you. If only you could hear how highly they speak ofyou. Even Machievelli holds you in high regard.”Leonardo was interrupted by a scoff and an eye roll. Leonardo punched the assassin in the arm as hard as he could.“Owe.” Ezio whined, rubbing his arm.“Silenzioso, I am not done with you. You might not be able to walk the streets freely, but only those who are stupido dare triflewith you. You have an amazing power Ezio and all of Roma feels safer with you around. I have seen children playing in thestreets, pretending to be the famed il assassin of Roma with their wooden sticks as swords and canvas bags as your hood. Manypeople could only dream of what you do. You don’t hear the whispers at court, they secretly admire you. You are not homelesseither. I have always opened my home to you and your assassini and I always will. If your father or brothers could see what youhave become, they would be bursting with pride. Look at what you have accomplished Ezio.” Leonardo finished, with a wave ofhis hand.“I do not see these things. Every time I come here, I put you in danger.” Ezio muttered, dropping his head.Leonardo reached out and grabbed the young assassins chin, forcing his amber eyes to look at him. He could see all the painand fears that they kept hidden.“Perhaps you should open those beautiful eyes of yours and look around assassino. Look at the lives you have saved by spillingcorrupt blood. I have the utmost respect for what you do Ezio. You, you do things that I sometimes wish I could do. You haveseen places I yearn to see. If I did not want you here, you would not be here. Apart of me gets a chance to live through youevery time you use one of these weapons.” Leonardo grabbed Ezio’s wrist with his free hand.“I am still alone Leonardo, I feel empty and soulless.”
    31. 31. “Nonsenso. When I look into your eyes I see all the hurt you keep hidden from the rest of the world. I also see all your hopesand fears. It is what gives them their incredible depth, and when you use your special talent they get so deep I could drown inthem. Ezio, I can see your soul in them and it is a good one, just like your heart.”Leonardo let go of his wrist and placed his hand over his heart, and cupping his cheek with his other hand.“Leonardo…”“You are not alone Ezio. Look around you maestro. Most of all, you have me and so long as I draw breath I will always be hereto talk some sense in you and love you for who you really are, hidden under all the armor and blades.” Leonardo finished with abright smile.Ezio sat in silence. Everything Leonardo had said was true. He just needed to hear it ever once in a while. He was lost inLeonardo’s endless sky blue eyes and that made him truly see that Leonardo held his heart.“How could I have been so blind.” Ezio whispered.“You have been wearing that hood for far too long il mio amico.” Leonardo replied, his laughter loosened the chain around Ezio’sheart.“Mi dispiace Leon...”“Shh! You have no reason to apologize to me. Come now, lets get you to bed. You look exhausted.”Ezio nodded and followed the painter to his room and shed his armour, weapons and robes while Leonardo sat on the bed,watching with trained eyes.Ezio caught his reflection in the large mirror by the door. He was worn out and beyond tired but what he saw in the mirror wasnot the tired visage of an assassin, what he saw was himself, completely free. No armor, no robes or weapons to hide himself in.He was just himself, released from the heavy burden he carried every time he put on those robes. He was free when he came toleonardo’s. It felt as if his anvil had been lifted. Everything he had been looking for, was right here waiting for him the wholetime. He was home, where he felt safe, comfortable and for the first time in a long time, he no longer felt alone.
    32. 32. Ezio walked over to the bed and slid under the covers, propping his head up on his hand he watched as Leonardo got off thebed, removed his boots and made up the fire. Ezio’s tired body was now dragging his eyelids down.“Leonardo, grazie.”“For what?” Leonardo repied, walking over to the bed where Ezio lay.“Reminding me of how good my life really is.”The artist chuckled at the huge yawn that rapidly erupted from Ezio.“You never were alone. Now, get some sleep. I will be in the chair.”Before Leonardo could turn around, Ezio grabbed his arm and pulled with more strength then one man should have whenasleep, down into the bed with him gaining him a startled yelp from the painter.“You sleep...re...” Ezio mumbled, wrapping his arm tightly around Leonardo’s waist. Smiling to himself he settled into the bed,sliding under the covers the best he could while trying not to disturb Ezio who was now snoring softly.“I’ll stay.” Leonardo whispered, smiling when Ezio hugged him tighter.That night Ezio has slept better than he had in a long time. He knew now that he wasn’t as alone as he once believed himself tobe.He was a legend, the great Ezio Auditore and his heart belonged to Leonardo da Vinci.
    33. 33. • By AvocadoPolymath
    34. 34. Because He is Always There By Raine90
    35. 35. Ezio lay on a rooftop, eyes closed, arms behind his head. It had been a long while since he last had the chance to just liethere … and feel.He felt the last golden rays of sunshine warm his body, casting it into an exceptional shade of light. All facets of yellow,gold, orange and red – known and unknown to mankind – danced slowly and sensually over his armor-clad form andcame together to create a masterpiece only nature could possibly bring forth.He felt the cool, light breeze of the oncoming night envelop him into its soft embrace.But most importantly, he felt a peace he had not thought possible to exist in such a cold and cruel world.The source of this peace was simple. The last years Ezio had constantly been travelling around, assassinating allies ofthe Templar order and ensuring Italys safety. The constant stress and the endless nagging of restlessness had draggedthe famous assassin into a downward spiral of depression and violence, until he had not been able to bear it any longerand had broken down because of physical and mental exhaustion.And it had been a friend – his friend Leonardo, the dearest and most kind of all souls – who had acted upon his miseryand had decided to not let Ezio throw himself into another dangerous mission until he had fully recovered. Surely allthose evil people could wait! The deaths of a few templars were far less important than Ezios life, si? , the artist hadreasoned.And what a better place for recovery than in the comforting embrace of art and friendship?Driven by these thoughts, Leonardo had dedicated all of his time during the last two weeks to Italys feared eagle,nursing him back to health with soothing hands and loving words.And all this time Ezio had felt his body healing and the heavy weight upon his heart lighten under the care of his bestfriend.Ezios brows furrowed the tiniest bit and his lips formed a small pout.He could not quite count the times he had thought the word “friend” in the last ten minutes, but now that he thoughtabout it, what did it really mean? What was it about Leonardo that made him his friend?
    36. 36. Leonardo deciphered his various codex pages for him, he let the assassin borrow his precious inventions (quite useful for theblonde himself because he didn’t need to search for a person mad enough to test them for him), he treated his wounds, gavehim shelter whenever the Auditore needed it, laughed with him, comforted him when the memory about the loss of his familyresurfaced, he tried to keep the assassin safe at all costs,… Leonardo was always there when he was needed, with open armsand a reassuring smile.And what did Ezio do to earn this kind souls attention?He showed up in the artists workshop and always with work to do for the blonde man – usually deciphering some code or someform of medical treatment - ,then he disappeared before sunrise, for months or even years and without so much as writing aletter to let Leonardo know he was alive. He stole the artists precious and much needed time – time Leonardo could havespend working on his overdue commissions or on one of his beloved inventions –and he put his FRIEND, the man who caredabout him, in constant danger!All in all, Ezio concluded, it was a wonder the genius still spoke to him. But then again, maybe it was not so wonderous at all.After all, the artist had always been gentle and naïve – far too naïve for his own good, never expecting something in return forall the nights he had spend awake because of the assassin and for all the trouble he went through with the always suspiciouscity guards who harassed him as much as possible.And why did the blonde do that? Because he cared. And Ezio had never before understood the luxury he had, becauseLeonardo was always there.Yawning, Ezio stood and began to make his way down the roof of the inventors workshop, the feeling of peace never leavinghim even with the warmth and light of the sunrays gone. It was time to properly thank Leonardo for being his one truly safehaven in the never ending storm the assassin called his life.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    37. 37. May your life be filled with happiness.Wonderful opportunities await you.You have all of us behind your backand we know you will do great things.You are so talented and wonderful andour world would be dark without youto show us the light.

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