The crisp air up above Venice flowed through Alexandra; itâ€™s essence etching a relaxing sensation through her. She looked down from her perch, watching all the people go along past her. Up here she felt invisible to the world, and at the moment preferred it that way. She wanted to be hidden from the world, kept far away from civilians, Templars, and even the Assassins. The peacefulness was drowning her in envy. Wanting nothing more than the world to stay like this forever. If only it were that simple.<br/><br/>She sighed sitting down on the ledge that kept her far from the reality below. Her hands reached up to the string that secured her hair into a ponytail, and her small fingers soon untied the knot.  Clutching the string in one hand, her arms came down as she sat back to take in her town.<br/><br/>Venice was beautiful to look at from a distance. It always has been, and figured it always would be. From the waterways, cobblestone streets, and architecture of most buildings, most would have considered this home at a glance. A place where they could always belong. It was only to those who lived here, that people suddenly knew the real nature of this place. People dying in the streets daily, Templars turning a blind eye to the needy, and the quarrels that lingered just around the corner. Foolish drama, that only civilians saw, they never looked deeper, for it was not their burden.<br/><br/>Alexandra came here because it was her motherâ€™s dying wish, if she had any choice she would have stayed in Florence with the remaining thieves. Her mother had said there was a man here by the name of Rodrigo Vespa who would take her in. After fleeing to Venice she searched for this man, hoping maybe some order would be restored in her life. If only she were that lucky. In a matter of a week she had found Rodrigo, hanging from the gallows for hiding another thief from the grasp of the Templar order. Leaving Alexandra in Venice alone, with no hope, until the Assassins picked her up and gave purpose to her life.<br/><br/>A smile crept upon her lips as she remembered the day all to clearly. The day she was reborn into a life she never knew existed. Even now as she avoided her duties she had never felt so grateful to be a part of something so big. As the wind danced through her hair, she felt happier than she had in awhile.<br/><br/>Opening her hand she took the string out of it, and began to tie it back into her hair. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him, a man standing just a rooftop away drawing an arrow out. Without the hair obstructing her view now, he had become noticeable, and that was his mistake.<br/><br/>â€œGet down now!â€ He called out to her.<br/>Sighing she slowly got up, after tying her hair, and made her way to the nearest roof. With a slight movement she jumped down, soon meeting one a few feet below. She looked back over to the man with placid green eyes, and began moving toward him.<br/>â€œStay back!â€ he warned, in feeble attempt to sound like a brave authority figure.<br/>Alexandra didnâ€™t stop; instead she began moving slightly quicker, her right hidden blade sticking out from her arm. The man easily spotting her hostility shot the arrow, but with a quick maneuver was avoided entirely. Sprinting, she was now closing in on him, to the point where range would not be in his favor. She pounced onto him, the blade driving deep into his neck. And as she watched the light fade from his eyes, she retracted her blade. Her fingers pulled his eyelids down, not wanting to look into the lifeless husk of this man anymore. Getting up she continued on her way. Hopping back down into the streets, disappearing from the murder scene entirely.