Ezio shot up in his bed with a gasp holding his chest. His hands scrambled to pull away his silk shirt and get to the bolt. He stopped frantically clutching his chest when he realized there was nothing there. "That's so odd." A look around showed him a vast change than what he was used to. Renaissance Rome was a lot more different. But something else was different his vision was clearer his nose could smell something off into the distance but it smelt like it was right in front of him. And something was moving underneath him. His hands reached under him and he realized they weren't hands at all and the thing that was under him came into view. It was a tail! It was his tail! He let out something in between a yelp and a howl and jumped up. But he realized he wasn't coming back down something was holding him up. It felt like... air.