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Ezio meets Anta part 4‘’this is where you will be staying Anta.”Altair said “wow it’s very nice Altair thank you.”Anta replied walking into the room “yeah whatever I’m going to bed.”Altair said as he walked off Anta closed the door then sat down on her bed ‘’should I do what I was supposed to do and risk betraying Ezio no I can’t do it I won’t the templars killed my family and I can’t risk betraying Ezio.”she said to herself ‘’hello Anta are you in there?”I said knocking on the door “yes I’m in here Ezio you can come in.”Anta replied then I walked in the room then I sat on the bed next to Anta ‘’so what do you want to do now Anta?’’I asked ‘’how about we kill some templars is that ok?”she asked I nodded and we went to kill some templars then I looked to see if Anta was with me and I noticed that she was gone I then began searching for her cal
Ezio meets Anta part 3I then took Anta to meet the leader “hello Ezio glad to see that your back oh and who’s your friend there.”the leader said pointing towards Anta ‘’oh this is Anta my leader.’’I replied ‘’is she a templar or an assassin Ezio?”the leader asked ‘’she’s a t….t..templar.”I stuttered afraid of what his reaction would be I began looking down at my feet “raise your head Ezio she isn’t anything like the templars we have faced before I see light in her heart.”he said I then raised my head to face my leader I had thought his reaction would be a lot like Altair’s reaction to the thought of me bringing a templar to our hideout then the leader spoke again “she may stay as long as she doesn’t try to destroy us much like the others have done in the past.”he said with a smile ‘’REALLY MY LEADER SHE CAN STAY.’’I said excitedly he then nodded his app
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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