Chương 2: Birth
On the night of 31 Saovine (December 1), in a lush forest, walked a man. He was 190 cm tall, with square shoulders. His eyes were deep blue like the ocean. You couldn't see his face, but we assumed he was beautiful from the lower part of his face. The rest of his face was hidden behind a black hood. He carried heavy equipment, which consisted of: three swords, a spear, and several daggers hung from his belt.
He walked at a steady pace, guided by the starlight. After five minutes of walking, he found himself in front of a river cutting the forest in two. He followed the river to arrive in front of a small house with smoke coming out of its chimney. He stood in front of the door and started knocking.
Boom
Boom
.....
Boom
Boom
The door opened, and an older man standing with a cane stood in front of him.
"You took a long time to come, Ezio."
"Sorry, Father, but I was in Temeria when I received your message," Ezio replied.
"Come in a hurry."
Ezio took off his hood and walked in, and faced about fifteen people. He greeted them and walked over to the person at the back of the room who was pacing. That person. This person had the same messy hair as Ezio.
"Relax, everyone is going to be alright. Elana is strong."
"I know, but when your wife is giving birth, everything is scared, that's all."
"He's right, Altaïr pacing won't change anything."
When Altaïr was about to answer, they heard a baby scream from the next room.
"ouuuinn ouuiinnn"
Altaïr rushed into the room. There he saw a young woman lying on a bed holding a baby in her hand. The woman wore a matching white dress with her long blonde hair that wavy like swirls. Those green eyes reflected her happiness in holding her cute baby in those arms. Her beautiful smile brought out those little cheekbones. Her red lips contrasted with the ivory of those teeth. From this hair, some tips looked like ears. She was rocking her baby while watching Altaïr enter. Altaïr looked at the beautiful baby that was his son. He walked over and stroked that hair, which was black with blonde undertones.
"What were you going to call it?" So asked a woman with bright red hair.
"I had thought of Antonio, Jethro, or Noche."
Elana gave him a dark look while saying, "I thought we had already talked about it, Altaïr."
"Saibus ... Saibus Di Vine, that's what our son will be called."
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