dark-amaya

A whisper in the darkest of places brings light when it is needed. Our enemies give us no mercy when it is there to have. She bears the sword, the fang, and the word so that it may be burned with her. Those who follow her go to victory, those that do not go to Inferno. July 7, 1981 The ability to retrace your steps in a conflict was something most people didn't have, something that Ezio had come to figure out when speaking with Olivia about the night of her father's murder. The dark haired woman had simply said that there was no man with a gun in the room, which meant the shot came from somewhere in the shadows. Ezio had known there were ma

July 4, 1981 There he was, standing in the damn mirror again. This time he was more concerned with making it to the party after finally promising to clear all appointments and engagements. Ezio had been at his home in New York the last month, taking a small break from all the business and drama from Bangladesh. How he managed to get out of there was less than short of a miracle, since he was there in Chittagong when the assassination of the President took place. It was chaotic for everyone, but he wasn't worried. They wouldn't let him out of the country until the assassin was caught, which was impossible. He was the Assassin. Somehow he w

-06-24-2011- He looked into the mirror in front of him. His reflection staring back at him giving off an answer to his questioning mind. Where had time gone? His eyes held the gaze of a man that died long ago, a man that had thirst for revenge. A man that had lived, loved, and fought. In that empty gaze was countless years of wisdom and the passage of time. Yet, time had not affected his body. It was only in his eyes that you could see the horrors of war, the effects of death, and the loss of loved ones. Gone were his children and grandchildren, all that was left was a book of portraits. His father and brothers lost to treachery. His lif