Thread: Under a Crimson Sky (Emperor_Nero and Frogger)

Annia Galeria Aurelia Faustina Fire burned in the girl's lungs, all throughout her chest...joining with the fierce pounding of her heart, and making everything hurt. Underneath the hood she glanced back, gauging the distance between the pursuers and herself. It was increasing by the minute... the fact causing pride flare up. A few curious... terrified glances were thrown in her direction, but that didn't really matter. If she was caught, who knows what will be her punishment... especially given how she has no family to speak of, no one to vouch and speak up in her defense. In other words... if caught, end of the line. Knives of panic slicing deep, going underneath to poison her blood...but she pulled out each individual blade before it could do too much damage and made her lose focus. Besides, it's not as though I will be caught... An infinitely small smile forming, the hooded figure rushed ever faster, jumping around obstacles that stood within her path. Out of the girl's peripheral vision... she could have sworn she catch sight of a white cloak, darting from rooftop to rooftop... but that could not be right. It must be a figment of my imagination...an overactive figment. A strange feeling filling her chest... a feeling that it wasn't her imagination, but truth... she glanced about...looking for an opportunity to slip out of sight, and into the darkness... when a solid, firm arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into a dark alley. Her back met a wall of muscle, and a hand clamped down over her mouth, while she struggled against the man's hold. Six men stormed past their hiding place, none the wiser. Realizing this, the girl calmed...her breathing a little labored from her exertion, but not too bad. Her heart growing suspicious, however, she jerked out of his hold...and light glinted off a sharp, deadly edge of her blade. Annia never, in a million lifetimes, would have guessed the drastic turn her life took from that moment on. The man turned out to be an Assassin by the name Ezio. For unknown reasons, he was in Rome... and upon seeing what she is capable of, interested in inducting her into the society called... the Brotherhood. It was certainly an interesting opportunity, better than any she was offered thus far... and so, she accepted. In the beautiful city of Florence -or Firenze, as the Italians call it-, awaits the next step in her journey. The architecture was breath-taking. Her eyes taking in the sights from underneath the cloak, Annia waited at the location indicated in the note she received, keeping to the shadows and away from prying eyes. The black cloak was a familiar weight, comforting and soothing... a weight that will probably never leave her shoulders. Numerous people were about, laughing, gesturing, and carrying on in their thick, richly accented voices... making her wonder how long it will be before she, too, starts talking with such an accent. Gongs rang through the air...indicating it was already four in the afternoon. Patience... he...or she, will be here... Her fingers playing along the handle of her blade, she kept an eye out, looking for anyone...well, much like herself.