When am I?

Chapter 1~ New World

Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfiction so I hope you guys like it! I have a little plan to do a crossover that I will not reveal yet! You shall see in the chapters to come. Now, sulla nostra storia!

(Y/N)= Your Name

(L/N)=Last Name

(H/C)= Hair Color

(H/L)=Hair Length

(F/C)=Favorite Color

(F/N)=Friend's Name

(D/H)=Dominant Hand

(ND/H) Non-Dominant Hand(or side)

Italicized= means you are thinking unless it's in a different language. Then it means that it is a different language in emphasis.

Bold means authors note

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I wake to sunlight streaming through my window and onto my face. I moan and flip over to be greeted with the squeak of my bed, well it's not really my bed. The sound of a loud thud coming from the glass window on the opposite wall from my bed makes me sit straight up in surprise. I get out of bed and let my bare feet touch the cold wood floor. I walk across my small room and to the large window. I opened the white framed window without even thinking as to what it was. I am not sure as to why I did so without worry.

A bird on its back was struggling to get upright in the large empty window pot that was latched onto the window's railing. It flips over finally and I notice that it is a hawk. I freeze, unable to move with the worry that the odd bird may attempt to sink its talons into me. To my surprise, however, it just looks at me, tilting its head curiously. I raise an eyebrow at it in confusion and tilt my head as well.

With the quick flap of its strong wings, it suddenly flies at me and I barely duck in time for it to fly over my head, I let out a squeal as it flies to the open closet door that was to the left of the bed and perches itself on the top of it. I stand up and look at the bird, and glance back out my window.

It was a warm, sunny summer day in the city of Florence, Italy. I was there for the summer to tour the city and the surrounding area. As an aspiring history professor back home in the United States, what better way to get deeper into the history of Europe than to explore it and look at it with your own eyes? This was my last stop in Europe before I would head back home and take the job of being a history professor at a small private college near my small hometown where I still live.

I look down and notice that I'm still in my pajamas, which consisted of a (F/C) tank top and long breathable pajama bottoms. I walk back over to my bed and reach underneath it to pull out the largest of one of two black suitcases. I glance over my shoulder and see that the bird is staring at me, if you want to be a creep then so be it then, I scowled at the bird silently in my head and walk into the small bathroom that was next to the closet to get dressed.

-=Time skip=-

I walk out of the bathroom and notice that the hawk has moved from its old perch on the closet door and to my bed, sitting on top of the headboard. I roll my eyes and look at myself in the mirror that was attached to the inside part of the dark oak closet door. I was wearing a (F/C) t-shirt, jeans that stopped at my knees, and white tennis shoes that had (F/C) accents on it. My (H/L) (H/C) was brushed away and out of my face. I will have to dress formally when I go to work so I might as well enjoy comfy clothing like this while I had the chance out in public. I always hated wearing skirts and dresses ( if you actually do, pretend you don't), they always seem to me as what people wanted me to be when I am not.

I do a quick turn in the mirror and realize that my tattoo was peeking out from under the bottom of my short sleeves. I lift up my (D/H) sleeve and look at it in the mirror.

I kind of had a 'secret' life if you think about it. I was a heavy gamer and bookworm. My most favorite game, series really, was Assassins Creed. I had played all the games up to date and even some fan made ones by my friends, along with other people as well back in college. It's actually what got me into being interested in history. Since many of the plots had taken place in real places in real parts of history it made me wonder what it really was like.

I had the symbol of the creed on my bicep. It's just about the size of my fist and was black as charcoal. It was simple, yes, but it had a personal meaning on how my love for history began; I smile to myself as the memories of my younger life came up. Things sure have changed since those days. I bet younger me would not believe where I am now.

In the reflection, I see the bird flap its wings as if satisfied with what I was wearing. Instantly I push my sleeve back down to cover the tattoo in annoyance of the bird's behavior. I roll my eyes again and walk over to the bed. I sat on the end of the bed, now eye level with the hawk. I stare at it, as it did so right back at me. We stay like this for what felt like an hour, when it really was only a few minutes.

It lets out a small screech and launched itself at me making me reel back. The fear of it attacking me still fresh in my mind. I lift one arm up as a way of defense to protect my face and shut my eyes to prepare for the pain. To my surprise I do not feel its talons sink into my skin, it talons rather grasped my arm. I peer up and see that the bird perched itself on my extended arm that was thought to be protecting itself. I slowly sat up, keeping my arm as steady as I could so I wouldn't aggravate the bird of prey that had its feet clamped to my arm.

The hawk seemed happy where it was perched now. The bird of prey voiced it by a little chirp and a slight flutter of its wings. I study its coat. Its wings were the color of a dull, dusty iron hue on top; and a snowy white color underneath its wings and on its face. What made it strange to me was that its eyes were more gold rather with hints of black streaks than a pale neon yellow that other hawks I have seen. I stand up and walk over to the open window and lean out it, the bird looks at me curiously and leans its head to the side as it had done earlier. I give it a small smile, guess I made a new friend. I don't even know why but I speak to it.

" Don't worry my friend, we will see each other again," why the heck did I speak like that?

The bird gave a nod surprisingly and flew off. I stand there with my arm out still in pure shock of what happened. A horn from far down the streets finally shakes me from my thoughts.

The bells near the Palazzo Vecchio signal the time of it being 10 in the morning. I puff out a sigh and walk to the door that led out of my room.

"Well, that's one way to wake up in the morning," I mumble to myself and leave my room.

-=A/N=-

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