A/N: So I have about twenty pages in my notebook of the shuffle game. The shuffle game, for all who don't know, is when you shuffle your iPod and, for the duration of each song, write a small piece of fiction that the song inspired you to write. My new obsession is Assassin's Creed, so this whole drabble series will be of that. Spoilers will be abound. Enjoy!

The Last Song Ever by Secondhand Serenade

Leaving Florence at first seemed temporary. Maybe it was due to Claudia's incessant queries of "when will we be back, Ezio?" Maybe it was because Ezio was seventeen and foolish. Seventeen and naïve in the way only a child can be. He never finished that childhood, but rarely did any of his kind. Most assassins never did.