Post by Bacon on Apr 22, 2012 9:43:14 GMT -5
The town was Morietti. A small village. There wasn’t anything special about it, except for a few villagers. The descendants of the Assassins.
The founders of this town were families from Italy, and many generations later the assassins and a few doctors descendants lived on in this small town. One family were the Auditore’s. The wife, Azzura, and the husband, Enzio. Enzio travled from Italy, and Azurra was born in the town. She was taught by her grandmother how to care for the animals that lived around and inside Morietti, and she knew a little about the care of people.
It was love at first sight, and 5 years after their marriage they had a child. A boy, by the name of Arturo. Two years afterwards they had a daughter, and named her Pancetta. This is her story.
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“Papa, come on! We’re both waiting!” The small girl protested. It was a big day. Today was the day their father would decide on who to take under his wing to train to become what he had learned about many years ago. One of them would become and assassin, like him.
Arturo sat patiently, his face buried in a book. He had always been the quiet kid, one that everyone knew would snap someday. He was strange, and it always seemed that something was….. off about him. Their father entered the room, and Pancetta bounced excitedly in her seat.
“Ooh! Ooh! Oooooh!” She said, grinning excitedly. She was full of energy for a girl at the age of 12. Her father smiled, the scar across his left eye folding a bit. The other was a milky white, blinded from an injury years and years ago. “Now now, Pancetta. I need you both to listen.”
Arturo quickly closed his book, eyes wide. He knew he would be picked. Why would his father choose to train a girl to become an assassin? Certainly it would be better for his younger sister to practice medicine instead.
Their father pulled out a small red sash, the symbol of the creed wrapped carefully inside.
He unfurled it and smiled. “I have chosen Pancetta. Arturo, you are very intelligent, just like-” Before he could utter another word, Arturo picked his book up and hurled it across the room, nearly hitting his mother. “This is insane!” He screamed. The 13 year old stormed off to his room. “I’ll go talk to him.” Azurra said, and shuffled off quickly. Pancetta clung to her father. “Oh my goodness…. Thank you papa!” He smiled.
“Don’t let your brother get to you. He just… Something worries me about him. We will start at the beginning of next week. Plenty of time to get your robes ready.” He ruffled her blonde hair and laughed.
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The training went on for a few years. The two children grew. They grew apart…. Arturo grew away from his family. One night, he left.
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Months and a couple years later, Pancetta had just celebrated her 16th birthday. Pancetta had gotten up early to patrol the outskirts of the small town with her father. There had been increased attacks from hostile mobs, and it was indeed mysterious. The two had no idea why. There had been threats against the town, from an invisible force that wanted to invade Morietti. Pancetta could see in her fathers eyes, read his body language. He was extremely stressed. They disregarded the threats.
This was the mistake.
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That night, they stood watch from the tower in the middle of the town. Her father noticed a group of skeletons approaching. He was about to leave to attack, when a horde of zombies appeared from the opposite side. “Go take care of them.” Pancetta nodded. They both prepared to jump when a scream pierced the night. An explosion followed. The invasion had begun. “Listen to me. Go find your mother and make sure she is fine. Meet me back at the center of town. I’ll get some of the men to help fight.” She shook her head. “What about you?! Will you be ok?” He snatched her in a hug. “Yes. I’ve been doing this for a while. It’s not like any of us will perish tonight.” He gave her a reassurring smile. “Now, let’s go. Morietti can not fall.”
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They parted ways. Pancetta sprinted off to her home, and made sure her mother took cover. She took out a few creepers with ease, narrowly avoiding a few arrows from skeletons. She sprinted back to the center of town, stopping along the way to help a few villagers. She waited in the shadows, watching a building burn. She couldn’t do anything to stop it. The villagers had left it anyways. She could hear her father running from the opposite side. He came into view, a sword in one hand. “Pancetta! GET DOWN!” He yelled. She ducked, and a sword flung at her from behind. She dove forward, and spun around quickly. The figure brandished their sword. They spoke with a smooth, almost calm voice.
The way they spoke was…..
Too familiar. The cloaked figure stepped into the light of the burning building. Pancetta gasped.
“A… Arturo.” She stepped back. Her father growled. “Pancetta. Something is not right. Get out. Get away.” He had only trained her to fight with her hands, she had no training in weapons. He stepped forward to face him. “Well… So much for choosing the girl to take under your wing. Looks like she’s still as weak as my father!” Arturo met blades with Enzio’s, and they fought. He fought with a new strength. It was almost as if Arturo wasn’t the same person anymore. Pancetta felt helpless. She couldn’t do anything. Enzio soon gained the upperhand. Or so he thought.
“You may be my son…. But you threaten my town. Threaten my wife, and your own sister… Prepare to die! Reposa en pace!” He swung his blade.
So did Arturo.
Straight up into Enzio’s chest.
“Die, my father.” A scream of distress sounded in the small clearing of the town. Their mother ran out of nowhere, a dagger held in her hand. “Mother, no!” Pancetta yelled. Her mother swung helplessly, aiming for Arturo. He held up one hand, an arrow flying from a skeleton. Her mother fell.
Pancetta sank to her knees in despair. Arturo pulled his blade out of his dead father. “Tsk tsk tsk. So weak. You all underestimated me.” Pancetta KNEW she couldn’t beat him. It was hopeless. She stood up. She wouldn’t back down. If she died, she would die with the honor of the Assassins.
She stayed silent. Her eyes began to glow. For the one time that whole night, Arturo had second thoughts. Pancetta spoke, her voice sounding demented, as if a man spoke with her as well. “No brother. You underestimate me. You think someone as cowardly as you can walk in, just taking my town, the town we grew up in together. You still have one thing left standing in your way.” A red glow surrounded her. She slowly held her hands out to her side, the hidden blades slipping out. She floated a couple inches off the ground. “I am an Auditore. What are you?” He snarled and leapt at her. They fought, parrying each other’s attacks, sometimes landing one. He gained the upper hand, knocking her in the head with the butt of his sword. She jumped back up, holding her head and swaying from the dizziness. “Any last words, sister?” He readed his sword.
“Si. The Auditores will live on!” She appeared behind him, and stabbed him in the back with her blade. He gasped in surprise. She pulled it out, and he collapsed, dead, and holding his chest.
She was the next to fall, and passed out on the ground.
Pancetta woke up days later to a broken and charred village. The villagers may have escaped the mobs inside the town, but they didn’t make it past the dense forest surrounding it. She walked slowly, past the dead bodies of families and friends she used to know. Everything she could have ever had was gone.
She couldn’t bear staying any longer.
She took any remaining supplies and set out, leaving the broken town of Morietti.
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Years later she would be living in the small brick home next to a lake, living with the Enderman named Barren and the bubbly creeper-squid, Squiggles. She would always remember that night, but it would be a distant memory living in the back of her mind. Any thought of it would send her into a fit of rage, and she would sometimes spend days in her bed, sobbing.
She honed her skills, learning to control that aura that gave her strength and the telepathic power. She went on to meeting the love of her life, and become the Bacon today.
[don’t hate me if you don’t like it. Took me a while to piece together. I just wanted it to be long.]
The founders of this town were families from Italy, and many generations later the assassins and a few doctors descendants lived on in this small town. One family were the Auditore’s. The wife, Azzura, and the husband, Enzio. Enzio travled from Italy, and Azurra was born in the town. She was taught by her grandmother how to care for the animals that lived around and inside Morietti, and she knew a little about the care of people.
It was love at first sight, and 5 years after their marriage they had a child. A boy, by the name of Arturo. Two years afterwards they had a daughter, and named her Pancetta. This is her story.
———————————————————————————————————————-
“Papa, come on! We’re both waiting!” The small girl protested. It was a big day. Today was the day their father would decide on who to take under his wing to train to become what he had learned about many years ago. One of them would become and assassin, like him.
Arturo sat patiently, his face buried in a book. He had always been the quiet kid, one that everyone knew would snap someday. He was strange, and it always seemed that something was….. off about him. Their father entered the room, and Pancetta bounced excitedly in her seat.
“Ooh! Ooh! Oooooh!” She said, grinning excitedly. She was full of energy for a girl at the age of 12. Her father smiled, the scar across his left eye folding a bit. The other was a milky white, blinded from an injury years and years ago. “Now now, Pancetta. I need you both to listen.”
Arturo quickly closed his book, eyes wide. He knew he would be picked. Why would his father choose to train a girl to become an assassin? Certainly it would be better for his younger sister to practice medicine instead.
Their father pulled out a small red sash, the symbol of the creed wrapped carefully inside.
He unfurled it and smiled. “I have chosen Pancetta. Arturo, you are very intelligent, just like-” Before he could utter another word, Arturo picked his book up and hurled it across the room, nearly hitting his mother. “This is insane!” He screamed. The 13 year old stormed off to his room. “I’ll go talk to him.” Azurra said, and shuffled off quickly. Pancetta clung to her father. “Oh my goodness…. Thank you papa!” He smiled.
“Don’t let your brother get to you. He just… Something worries me about him. We will start at the beginning of next week. Plenty of time to get your robes ready.” He ruffled her blonde hair and laughed.
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The training went on for a few years. The two children grew. They grew apart…. Arturo grew away from his family. One night, he left.
———————————————————————————————————————-
Months and a couple years later, Pancetta had just celebrated her 16th birthday. Pancetta had gotten up early to patrol the outskirts of the small town with her father. There had been increased attacks from hostile mobs, and it was indeed mysterious. The two had no idea why. There had been threats against the town, from an invisible force that wanted to invade Morietti. Pancetta could see in her fathers eyes, read his body language. He was extremely stressed. They disregarded the threats.
This was the mistake.
———————————————————————————————————————-
That night, they stood watch from the tower in the middle of the town. Her father noticed a group of skeletons approaching. He was about to leave to attack, when a horde of zombies appeared from the opposite side. “Go take care of them.” Pancetta nodded. They both prepared to jump when a scream pierced the night. An explosion followed. The invasion had begun. “Listen to me. Go find your mother and make sure she is fine. Meet me back at the center of town. I’ll get some of the men to help fight.” She shook her head. “What about you?! Will you be ok?” He snatched her in a hug. “Yes. I’ve been doing this for a while. It’s not like any of us will perish tonight.” He gave her a reassurring smile. “Now, let’s go. Morietti can not fall.”
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They parted ways. Pancetta sprinted off to her home, and made sure her mother took cover. She took out a few creepers with ease, narrowly avoiding a few arrows from skeletons. She sprinted back to the center of town, stopping along the way to help a few villagers. She waited in the shadows, watching a building burn. She couldn’t do anything to stop it. The villagers had left it anyways. She could hear her father running from the opposite side. He came into view, a sword in one hand. “Pancetta! GET DOWN!” He yelled. She ducked, and a sword flung at her from behind. She dove forward, and spun around quickly. The figure brandished their sword. They spoke with a smooth, almost calm voice.
The way they spoke was…..
Too familiar. The cloaked figure stepped into the light of the burning building. Pancetta gasped.
“A… Arturo.” She stepped back. Her father growled. “Pancetta. Something is not right. Get out. Get away.” He had only trained her to fight with her hands, she had no training in weapons. He stepped forward to face him. “Well… So much for choosing the girl to take under your wing. Looks like she’s still as weak as my father!” Arturo met blades with Enzio’s, and they fought. He fought with a new strength. It was almost as if Arturo wasn’t the same person anymore. Pancetta felt helpless. She couldn’t do anything. Enzio soon gained the upperhand. Or so he thought.
“You may be my son…. But you threaten my town. Threaten my wife, and your own sister… Prepare to die! Reposa en pace!” He swung his blade.
So did Arturo.
Straight up into Enzio’s chest.
“Die, my father.” A scream of distress sounded in the small clearing of the town. Their mother ran out of nowhere, a dagger held in her hand. “Mother, no!” Pancetta yelled. Her mother swung helplessly, aiming for Arturo. He held up one hand, an arrow flying from a skeleton. Her mother fell.
Pancetta sank to her knees in despair. Arturo pulled his blade out of his dead father. “Tsk tsk tsk. So weak. You all underestimated me.” Pancetta KNEW she couldn’t beat him. It was hopeless. She stood up. She wouldn’t back down. If she died, she would die with the honor of the Assassins.
She stayed silent. Her eyes began to glow. For the one time that whole night, Arturo had second thoughts. Pancetta spoke, her voice sounding demented, as if a man spoke with her as well. “No brother. You underestimate me. You think someone as cowardly as you can walk in, just taking my town, the town we grew up in together. You still have one thing left standing in your way.” A red glow surrounded her. She slowly held her hands out to her side, the hidden blades slipping out. She floated a couple inches off the ground. “I am an Auditore. What are you?” He snarled and leapt at her. They fought, parrying each other’s attacks, sometimes landing one. He gained the upper hand, knocking her in the head with the butt of his sword. She jumped back up, holding her head and swaying from the dizziness. “Any last words, sister?” He readed his sword.
“Si. The Auditores will live on!” She appeared behind him, and stabbed him in the back with her blade. He gasped in surprise. She pulled it out, and he collapsed, dead, and holding his chest.
She was the next to fall, and passed out on the ground.
Pancetta woke up days later to a broken and charred village. The villagers may have escaped the mobs inside the town, but they didn’t make it past the dense forest surrounding it. She walked slowly, past the dead bodies of families and friends she used to know. Everything she could have ever had was gone.
She couldn’t bear staying any longer.
She took any remaining supplies and set out, leaving the broken town of Morietti.
———————————————————————————————————————-
Years later she would be living in the small brick home next to a lake, living with the Enderman named Barren and the bubbly creeper-squid, Squiggles. She would always remember that night, but it would be a distant memory living in the back of her mind. Any thought of it would send her into a fit of rage, and she would sometimes spend days in her bed, sobbing.
She honed her skills, learning to control that aura that gave her strength and the telepathic power. She went on to meeting the love of her life, and become the Bacon today.
[don’t hate me if you don’t like it. Took me a while to piece together. I just wanted it to be long.]