The Old Days.

[Mikalo]

"It used to be so easy." The words splattered out from the jailing of his locked, chapped lips. A cough broke out at the same point of time. The wrinkles leather shoes pat against the ground and into the ground, forcing himself to move up the mountain. The beating sun shines greatly onto his caramel skin, wrinkled, and old. The gray tint on his mud-brown eyes.



The older gentlement came onto the mountain, showing himself from the darkness. He was dressed in a grey robe, with a black cloak hinted with red pinned onto his shoulder, draping down right above the ground. His right left arm drew out, revealing his missing ring finger. The gray robes with orange in the center waves in the winds.

Winds fiercly grasped at his neck that was open to the cold air. His mind becoming unhinged from his deep thoughts, focused on covering his face with his long-sleeved arm to keep warmth. Here he waited, as the sun set over the beautiful mountains. He waited, for the student to come.

[Demitri]

The student had arose over the mountain,showing his simple getup-overlayed over his other cloak which bared the symbol of the Akolites. His face was shrouded from view but his eyes were glimpseing over his crimson red and obsidian black hair as it swayed back and forth from the movement of his steps, walking with his leather boots tied together with metal straps and a fine coating around the sole of them. He came to glimpse the face of his mentor and took a swift bow as he stood in attention to him.

[Mikalo]

A loud cough explodes once more from his mouth, leaving wet saliva onto the ground before him. He nods at his student, and slowly gestured his right hand right next to him, asking his student to sit. Now as he did, the mentor sits up straight, admiring the golden sphere in his right hand.

He remembered, he remembered when the ex-second king of Auditore, Kaden, gave him this. Before Auditore was born, there was nothing but a clan called Hikari, the elder clan of the first generation of the mentor's home town. Soon after Hikari died, it had given birth onto the newfound Auditore. This older man, surprisingly, joined later on.

He had joined Hikari when it made its appearance into the new generation for the first time. He immediately, seeing his beloved Auditore was dead, joined it. Kaden tested him, seeing that the Mentor was now the first king of Auditore. After he asked the mentor questions about what he intended to do with the brotherhood of assassins, he was given.. The Apple.

The Mentor had messed with this apple many times, it made him sick, it made him older, it made him weaker, every time he looked into its core. In the core.. is knowledge. He went by the code, and understood that: "When you increaseth knowledge, you increaseth sorrow.." He was so young.. so foolish, he could not grasp that he was addicted to that of the core of the apple.

Slowly he turned his head to Riku Auditore Von Akolite, and nods his head, sipping some of his water and setting it down slowly with a wrinkled hand. A bag was set next to him after he retrieved it from the depths of his seemingly endless robe. His right hand set down upon it, looking at Riku.

"You have been rewarded, gifted and cursed, by joining the Order." He turns his head, coughing into his arm. "I am old, but I will still test you in your might and stealth, and your knowledge."

[Demitri]

The boy was seated, nodding slowly to these words. '' I will do as you wish, mentor'' I can see into your deepest past... and i feel the pain. A gift of a curse it matters not to me, but the will to protect what is right is what i desire. the power to protect what matters the most in the world, and not to become foolish and deceived by my own hunger for death, bloodshed, greed, and power.'' As he said he finished and nnodded once more to his mentor that he was ready for the challenges ahead of him

After he had done so he awaited and listened closesy to what he had to do, prepareing himself in both mind and soul, ready to face what his mentor had many years ago.

[Mikalo]

The apple in his right hand glows with mighty power, the sky turning red with lightning crackling through the air. The Apple of Eden had showed its great power, chains o command expanding from the cracks of the powerful orb, seeping into the head of the mentor and novice, expanding their knowledge. The ground shook compellingly as the emmanations of light created by some deity of higher knowledge formed within seconds, building up to become nothing else but.. reality.

In front of the newfound novice of The Brotherhood, there was but a figure standing inbetween the buildings, the alleyway. The guards of Florence in 1497, accompanied the Novice's target, left, right, and all around. They seemed to be omnipresent. The mentor's deep voice filled the area about.

"You will learn to assassinate with quickness and righteousness, and without complete hesitation. And without fear, which blocks the mind and the soul from will power and knowledge in your battles for your life and others." And a blade simply appeared, a short one, made of steel, into the hands of the novice.

[Demitri]

the novice held the blade, and in a swift strike as one of the guards came to him struck into it's chest, bending down to throwing the guard into the next that had come from his left. As he did his blade had left the guard's chest and into the next guard's neck and while it moved his neck had ripped, the metal covering tearing into shrap metal and the gentle covering cloth around it's neck had torn, turned crimson from the blood. As the next guard had came to his side the novice had pinned it's blade with his small blade sending it downwards, and takeing his hand on the hilt had snapped it toward's his body, breaking it upon the armor of the guard and shattering the blade upon his chest as it fell. the last guard had pushed the novice down, strikeing with it's blade swiftly while he was down. As he did the novice had kicked the blade to the side, leaving the guard to gloat from the force allowing the novice to Strike multiple times in the midsection area then a powerful jab in the chest as he pushed the guard down, then as each guard was fallen, looked up to the face of his mentor. His face had been revealed, his hood down. His left eye was that of a remained sharingan, an old one which is countless use had left it with very weak traits. He had only able to see far distances and read into the souls of which he looked into.His face had some small worn battle scars, one of which spread his eye. His hair was to the side of one eye, covering his right which seeped through with a bright blue color as the left had a crimson red gleam from it.