This was the first time you had seen Ezio disappointed and angry at you.

You were Ezio's apprentice, chosen as his for a reason only the gods know. You have been under him for a few months by now, but still remain as a novice.

Right now it was about 3 in the morning, you were coming back from a fight you had with another novice, Matteo. You were covered in bruises and cuts, muttering curses at him as he lay unconscious down at your feet. Suddenly, your mentor came out of no where and jumped down before you, staring down on me accusingly.

"What is all of this, apprendista?" My master asked, controlling his anger. He glanced down at Matteo's unconscious body and his other friends, but his focus was mainly on me. The other boys then proceeded to run with Matteo's on thei shoulders, leaving only me and him.

"How many times have I told you to not engage in fights? This is the third time this week!" He snapped, looking angrier than before. You were intimidated more than ever as he has never been this harsh towards you, no matter how many fights I picked.