This will seem a little crazy and maybe a little out of place, but there was a time, long before everything started to fall apart, where I thought one day I would be able to sail the skies.

I always thought that mankind one day would possibly start to learn how to fly like a bird, or maybe... like dragons do. And leave the berserker lands behind, where death and despair live, to find a better and incredible new place to prosper.

I know, I know, don't tell me, a childish dream, mankind owns the earth not the sky... too much? 

Well, other kids also made fun of me, they thought I was one h' of a crazy kid. I remember one time we all were roaming around, we were... uhm, playing near the river, the San river, (by the way, I was the kind of kid everyone should always listen to), but to be honest I was just not listening to anything they were yelling hysterically at the time. Ironic right? 

WELL THEN... one of them, stupid fellas, started to cry all of a sudden, we didn't know what he was saying, because he had injured his mouth, and had come back with a painful, PAINFUL gaze, I turned around and started talking: "Oh well, this is it for this kid, let´s... leave him alone, he will be fine, besides, I told you, remember? Not TO GO TOO CLOSE TO THE DAMN RIVER, BUTTT, DO YOU LISTEN? H' NOO"... I mean I think I said something similar.

Neverthless, everyone started to cry and beg for my help, as if they knew how to annoy me the most; I was the only one who knew how to properly take care of injuries and diseases, so, if someone could help the poor soul, I was the man. At eleven years-old.

But the point is, when I got closer to his injuries, I got even closer to get worshipped as one of Hades's disciples. Of course I'm not joking, why would I? Are you calling me a liar? Maybe you should, because I... 

had said I would never kill anyone, no matter what.

I first asked the kid: 

"Do you wish to see your parents sad?"

The kid answer with his head. He had said no.

"Then, what do you think you are doing?"

He got scared, and I got surprised. Man, asked me if I got even more annoyed... everyone gathered around, I thought: 

"what is happening here? I was just reading a moment ago, I was always reading... even when I saw my parent's death I was reading, even when I saw my sister getting raped I was only reading... if I'm reading then everything, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING is fine... therefore..."

"I asked... what do you think YOU are doing?"

I grabbed the kid by the neck. He let a shriek out.

"Ple-please, don't do this, save my brother I implore you! You have to save him! My mother is sick, we never have time to play like today, PLEASE, it was my fault, not his!", said one boy that got closer to me. I felt... disgusted. "PLEASE! HE IS BLEEDING A LOT! HURRY, HELP HIM!".

"Wh-what? what did you just say?"

"PLEASE..."

"I think you said you're his family... is that right?", I looked at the choking boy. How dare he didn't answer back.

"Agh... uhhh... ghhhh".

"Enough, he's gonna die!!", cried another one.

... what did they want me to do at the time? What were they expecting?They were so stupid, always careless, always selfish, always crying, did they ever think they deserve to live? Did they ever think about their lives? No, because they were loved...

If I helped the kid, he would just go back to his mom, nagging for a warm meal and a hot bath, he would go back to yell and scream and scream, and yell some more... and get angry at his own mother... they were indeed loved, 'cause no matter what they did, they were always and without exception... forgiven.

Why?

Why were they forgiven?

Why was I always hanging out with them, when I should have been hanging them?

That was probably the breaking point, when I finally thought: "what else is there to lose? I have nothing more and they have everything they ever wanted... I... ever wanted".

"Enough you say... well then, enough it is".

I left him on the ground. I could feel my heart on my throat, and my veins over my skin. It was over.

"I'll help him".

"Thank Hera!", cried the brother.

"uhh... ahhuhhhm... mm", literally cried the bleeding boy.

They thought it was over.

"Can you please hold these ?"

"ye-yeah, what for?"

"Thaaat way, yep, you're doing it just fine".

"wait..."

"Just keep it that way".

"Wait, wait".

"Don't worry, just keep doing it".

"WAIT".

I... pushed the rocks...

To the kid's face...

And he fell in the river...

I don't remember much after that, just that... it felt like right this moment. Like chaos.

"Ezio!"

Like noise.

"Ezio! FOR HERA'S SAKE! MOVE!"

Like all of my efforts and dreams falling apart. Over and over again.

"EZIO", Hatria is here. She is hysterical. She is calling me. I... don't know how to move, how to answer.

"Get up right now, we need to get going! UGHHH!"

She puts me up. She's doing a great effort, she's not that strong and I'm taller than her.

"Come on Ezio, are you kidding me? Everyone is getting killed! Do you want to get killed as we-ahghh..."

Hatria...

"H-damn, one-ugh, one arrow reached me! EZIO, I need you here!".

No... no...

"EZIO STUPID SINGE", her hand came fast at me. I couldn't react, but then I came to my senses after she slapped me.

"Ha-Hatria, I'm so sorry, I won't leave you alone". 

She... started crying...

But I wasn't shaken at all by the blood, I naturally thought she would feel the same. Just a moment ago, she was extremely happy, smiling beautifully at me, now she's crying... why? Does she feel guilty of something? But she did nothing wrong, then why?

"Hatria, Hatria... listen to me ok? listen to me, just hear my voice, just my face, don't look at them, they don't matter, only I matter alright? If I don't cry then everything is fine".

"Ahhh-uhhh-uhha".

"We are under the stairs, however, we must reach one of the hideouts, I need to calm Hatria down and then go look for... Cyrus, shoot, I was forgetting about him. I hope he still ok, Hera, please".

"It's ok, Hatria, we're going to a safer place".

"Ezio... Cyrus".

"I know, I know, but he's fine, h-he... he's strong but not that much, so I need to look for him ok? Hatria... remember, just look at me".

In the middle of the people screaming and running for their lives behind my back, the smell of blood, the sound of arrows being shot and heads getting cut... I was only looking at her green dying eyes. Then I knew everything was fine.

I hoped for her to think the same.

"Yeah...", she said.

"Hatria... I..."

It wasn't that long before I realized I saw a familiar head popping out of the entrance of the hideout.