A game, or real life? (Ezio x reader)

The end of our journey?

My dearest diary

Today is my children's 13th birthday. God, did they grow fast... It feels like only a few days have gone by since their arrival to this world, and not 13 years. As I write, they are playing out in the training grounds with their father while Mario rallies the Assassins. Why, you might ask? Because the time has finally arrived. With all the Codex pages finally gathered in one spot, we would finally be able to discover the true location of the vault. Oh, had I been able to play the game before I was sent here, I would've probably been able to take Ezio to the vault long before Rodrigo became Pope. Oh, this world was going downhill. With the Borgia's rise to power as the Pope in 1492, things have taken a turn for the worst. Bribed cardinals, starving citizens... If it wasn't for Ezio, Firenze too, would've suffered the same fate.

Ezio....he has grown so much as a person, as an Assassin, but mostly, as a father. Though he doesn't get to spend much time at home, the children love him. Aurora and Leandro always run straight to their father's arms whenever he comes home. Now that we began their sword-training, they've grown even closer to him. It's always a delight, to see Ezio correcting Aurora's posture, or giving Leandro pieces of advice to help him perfect his aim. I could spend hours and hours describing the raw beauty of it. How his eyes gleam, how patient he is with them...it's more than clear that he loves his children with all his heart. And to be able to be a part of this...it's a huge honor for me.

"We don't need anyone to tell us what to do: not Savonarola, not the Medici. We are free to follow our own path. There are those who will take that freedom from us, and too many of you gladly give it. But it is our ability to choose – whatever you think is true – that makes us human. There is no book or teacher to give you the answers, to show you the path. Choose your own way. Do not follow me, or anyone else." Those words remained branded in my brain, and I doubt I'll ever be able to forget that moment: Ezio, wearing Altaïr's armor, standing at the same Piazza that witnessed the death of his family, showing mercy to the man that nearly brought Firenze to ruins and teaching the people that there IS a better way. That people can be happier. I stood by Mario's side as I watched. I was a mere spectator to what was the result of years of sacrifice and devotion. I was proud to say that I had been there for him. That I knew the Master Assassin Ezio Auditore da Firenze better than anyone ever could. But most of all, I was proud of being his wife. All the scars that litter my arms and torso were more than worth it, because I was able to see Ezio gro-

"Mamma (Mom)?" I suddenly heard a sweet voice coming from the door, and I nearly jumped in my seat. I snapped back to reality as I turned around, and saw my beautiful daughter standing by the doorframe, in training robes. I placed my quill down and stood from my chair, walking over to her so I could give her a hug.

"Cos'è, tesoro (What is it, darling)?" I asked her with a tender smile.

"Papà (Dad) is requesting your presence downstairs, at the training grounds. Apparentemente (Apparently), he wishes to challenge you." She replied, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"And let me guess: you and Leandro are reeeally looking forward to see us spar." I giggled out, and much to my amusement, she lowered her gaze in light embarrassment.

"Maybe...?" she asked softly, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight once more.

"Va bene (Very well). Tell your father I will be right there. I can't possibly spar in a dress, now can I~?" I teased, and all I got was a tight hug from my daughter. "Now go. I'll be right there with you." I said as I lightly stroked the chocolate brown hair she had inherited from her father. With a quick nod, she bolted out of my bedroom, and I could hear the echoing steps of her running down the stairs. Even after she was gone, I couldn't prevent a smile from painting my lips. Ahh, she was just like her father, always excited to learn new things, to see epic showdowns. I shook my head as I began to remove my dress. Honestly, they will never learn.