Oliver Bowden: Renaissance

"Oh, I know I am an imperfect being, Ezio," said the Pope, with a smirk. And do not pretend otherwise. But sabes? Morality has no award. Te stay with what you get, and you cling to it… by all means. At the end of the extended hands- You only live once!

"If everyone lived according to your code," said Ezio atonyto- the world would be consumed by madness.

– Exactly! As if I were not already! Rodrigo I pointed a finger-. Are you sleeping, perhaps, when I went to your history classes? A little over a hundred years our ancestors lived in the mud and manure, used by the ignorancia and religious fervor…, starting up with the shadows, afraid of everything.

"But it's time we left that and we became more sabios and stronger.

Rodrigo laughed again.

– You have pleasant dreams! But look around you. You mymo've lived reality. The bloodshed. Violence. The space between the rich and the poor… and that does nothing but expand. He looked into his eyes Ezio-. Never will be at parity. I made peace with it. And you should do them well.

– Never! The Murderers always fight to improve humanmanity. Perhaps unattainable Utopia, a heaven on earth, but every day the fight is a step out of the quagmire.

Rodrigo sighed.

– Santa simplicitas! Forgive me, but I got tired of waiting to awaken humanity. I am old, I saw many things, and I have few years to live. "An idea popped into his cahead and cackled maliciously-. Although who knows? Maybe the Dome is able to change that, right?

But suddenly the Fruit of Eden began to shine, with more inintensity each time, until its light completely filled the room, blinding them. Pope fell on his knees. Shielding his eyes, saw Ezio map image began to be designed so Codexber wall dotted with holes. He stepped forward and took the Staff papal.

– No!Rodrigo exclaimed, her hands claw giving inutiI lurched into the air-. You can not! You can not! Is my destination. Mine!I I am the Prophet!

In a terrifying moment of clear consciousness, Ezio was Auditorst that long ago, in Venice, fellow Murderers had seen what he had wanted to reject. The Prophet istobacco was present, in this room, about to turn its intendedno. Rodrigo looked almost with pity.

"I never said you were the Prophet-. Poor deluded soul.

The Pope fell backwards, old, fat and pathetic. And continuoustion, spoke with resignation.

"The price of failure is death. Give me at least that dignity.

Ezio looked at him and shook his head from side to side.

"No, old fool. I returned to kill my father. Or FeDerico. Neither Petruccio. Or any of the dead, eitherfront of you, either powerless at your service. As for me, are over the deaths. He looked to the Pope in the eyes, and seemed troubled now, and frightened, and the elderly, nothing to do with the piercing brightness of his enemy-. Nothing is true, "said Ezio-. All is allowed. It's time to find your own peace.

Rodrigo and departed from the Staff approached the wall, pressdo with the end of a sequence of scattered holes, as he showed the map projection.

And it appeared the outline of a large door.

That in the time Ezio played the last hole, it opened.

Then opened a wide aisle, with glass walls filled with ancient stone sculptures, marble and bronze, and many camerasflush with sarcophagi, marked all with runic letters, which got Ezio read: were the names of ancient gods of Rome. The coffins were tightly sealed.

As he walked down the aisle, Ezio was surprised by the unknown of architecture and decoration that seemed to be a strange mix of a very old style, the style of his own time, and structures and forms that did not recognize, but whose instinct suggested that they should belong to the distant future. On the walls were reliefs depicting the ancient events that seemed to show not only the evolution of man, but also the driving forces.

Much of the silhouettes seemed human, though forand clothes but could not recognize. And there were other ways, not knowing if they were carved, painted or were part of itthe cosmic space was happening: a forest that ended in the sea, monkeys, apples, canes, men and women, a cloth, a sword, and colossal pyramids, ziggurats and juggernauts, ships sailing under the water, strange screens shiny patransmit all kinds of new knowledge, all kinds of communitytion…

Ezio also recognized not only the fruit of Eden and the Staff, but a sword of great size, and the Shroud of Christ, all carried by figures of human form, but not pajust be. Distinguished a description of the earliest civilizationstions.

And finally, in the depths of the vault, he found a hugeI granite sarcophagus. When Ezio approached him, he began to brillar with a warm light. He stroked his huge cap and rose with a hiss audible, but the cover was light, as if hitgives your fingers, and slid back. Emerged inside the tumstone bath a wonderful yellow light, warm and inviting as the sun. Ezio shaded his eyes with his hand.

Then, he got up inside the sarcophagus figure cuEzio yas factions failed to distinguish, but I knew I was Frenyou a woman. Ezio looked at changing and burning eyes and emitio a voice, a voice similar to start with birds chirping, which ended up speaking in their own language.

Ezio was wearing a helmet on his head. An owl perched on his shoulder. Ezio nodded.

"I Regards, Prophet, "said the goddess-. Took ten thousand thousand waiting stations.

Ezio dared not look up.

"I'm glad you came," said the Vision-. And LLEgo with you the fruit of Eden. Let me see.

With humility, Ezio offered it.

"Oh. He stroked his hand over the space above the fruit, but not touching. The Fruit of Eden began to glow and throb. Vision stared at Ezio-. We must talk. He cocked his head, as if reflecting on something, and Ezio seemed to glimpse a hint of iridescent smile on his face.

– Who are you? Ventured to ask.

She sighed.

"I have many names… When I died, was Minerva. AnTES was Merva and Mera… and so on, with the passage of timepo… Look! He pointed to the set of sarcophagi where Ezio happened before. And as he was pointing to them, were litnandose the pale glow of moonlight. And my faily… Juno, formerly known as Uni.. Jupiter, that are calledTinia Maba before…

Ezio was petrified.

"You ancient gods…

There was a sound like breaking glass or the sound that would make a shooting star… It was his laughter.

"No… we are not gods. Just came… before. Howdo come into the world, yours struggled to understand ourwork life. We were more… developed over time. Your minds were not still prepared for us… He paused. And maybe they are not yet… Maybe this neverran. But that does not matter. "Her voice became somewhat harder-. But although we may not understand, you inbuild our warning…

He was silent. And in the silence, "said Ezio:

"Nothing you say makes sense to me.

"My son, these words were not directed to you… Were directeddas a… "And he looked into the darkness beyond the Vault, a Icuridad no limits or walls or time.

– What is it? Ezio asked, timid and scared-. What are you talking about? There is no one else!

Minerva leaned toward him, approached him, and felt a ma Eziodre embracing with affection all the fatigue, all its pain.

"I wish to talk to you, but through you. You are the Profeta. She raised her arms above her and the ceiling of the vaultda became the firmament. The beaming face and intangibleMinerva material showed an expression of infinite sadness-. You have represented your role… You have attached as if you were a ancla… But now, remains silent… so that we can enter into communion. "I was sad-. Listen!

Ezio saw the sky and the stars, listening to her music. He saw the Earth spinning, as if looking from space. Continents and even looked on them, a couple of cities.