((sorry about the delay, I was settling into my new apartment ^-^'))<br/><br/>In the beginning there was fire; blazing bright and dangerous. Consuming everything in its path, with unrelenting power and smoldering beauty. The heat was incredible, and it gave Alexandra the drive she so desperately needed. But now all that was left was glowing embers of her former self. Dying out of power, and filling with an empty ashen grey. A terror of colorlessness absorbing her mind, as she realized what Emanuel had in mind.<br/><br/>She looked back to him, as she escorted his family away, regretfully allowing him to stay behind. When he had told Michella to follow her, she knew all too well of what he was about to do. She bit her lip slightly, as she averted her gaze forward. Unintentionally she filled with bitterness, but she reminded herself that this would be a simpler plan than she had in mind. Still she didnâ€™t prefer it.<br/><br/>Her jaw clenched slightly as she wondered what her fellow assassins would think of her for doing this, just letting him go. She looked to Emanuelâ€™s family wondering how they were taking this news.<br/><br/>The fire inside ignited again, giving her will an extra push. Emanuel had made his sacrifice, now it was her turn to not let that be in vein. She pulled off her hood as they approached the carriage. She ushered them inside trying to make an escape as quick as possible. She turned to leave, but it was Michellaâ€™s word that stopped her. Her head turned slightly to catch every word, knowing what she was about to say pertained to her mission. She nodded when she was finished, happy she had at least some information on the Templars that Michella had encountered.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t worry about it,â€ She replied to her, â€œYou have provided me with enough information to go off of. Thank youâ€¦â€<br/>She exited out of the carriage shutting the door to the buggy, as she walked over to the driver. She hopped into the seat beside him. The man was dressed in a simple black cloak, and kept his head down. But the mark on his right hand informed her it was the right driver.<br/><br/>â€œWhereâ€™s my horse?â€ She mumbled slightly pulling her hood back up.<br/>â€œI have stationed a horse at our end point,â€ he replied back, â€œIf that works.â€<br/>â€œThat is fineâ€¦Letâ€™s get going.â€<br/>He nodded and whipped the reins up to make the two horses up front push forward, down the road to Florence.