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I now have a beta for this story so this chapter is improved alot. If you have already read this chapter, please read it again as I have added details that are important in the story. I will be updating the second chapter soon.

For those of you who haven't already read this story, enjoy the first chapter of Love is Blind!

I flew across the rooftops of Constantinople, tiles clacking beneath my feet. I enjoyed moments like this: running across the city with nothing in my way except a few guards. Yusuf had sent me to the Assassin's Den in the Imperial South District to collect bomb making supplies. The Janissaries had gotten word that us Assassins had taken to making bombs, and had increased the number of guards watching the chests that contained ingredients for bomb making.

I jumped off the roof and landed in a crouch, scanning the area for guards. The square was crowded and noisy with merchants, shouting about how good their products were. I made my way across the square, towards the den. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I knew something was amiss. I looked up in time to see a Byzantine guard jump from the roof. I dived sideways and rolled, my hand going to the small of my back as I straightened up.

'I'm getting to old for this,' I thought.

I unsheathed my sword and faced my attacker. Four more Byzantine guards jumped from the roof and faced me.

There was silence for a moment before they attacked. I countered one blow, flicking the sword from the guard's hand and running him through. I turned my attention back to the others to find three more guards had taken his place. I sighed and attacked, slashing at the guards. Every time one guard dropped, three more would take his place. By now, it was one against about twenty. I was so focused on the Byzantines in front of me that I didn't notice the one that crept up behind me until he swept my feet out from under me. I went sprawling and my sword skittered across the cobblestones away from me.

I let out a string of curses.

How could I be so stupid? I'd been so caught up in the fight that I hadn't noticed that my assailants had backed me into the square, leaving my back wide open. I started to get up but four Byzantines jumped on me, one guard for each limb. I struggled, trying to get out their grip. It was no use. I let out a shrill whistle, letting my fellow Assassins know that I needed assistance. They sprang from their hiding places, only to be met with yet more Byzantine guards.

I watched on as my Assassins were overpowered and knocked unconscious. Fear crept in and settled in my stomach. I was being held to the ground by my enemies, with no one to help me. A crowd had gathered around us now, people turning up to see the downfall of an Assassin. A Byzantine captain pushed his way through the crowd and walked over to me.

He was tall and muscular, his well set frame towering over everybody else. The way he stood, straight and proud, made me think he was of noble ancestry. His face would have been attractive, if it were not for the badly healed scar running from between his eyes, under his left eye, across his cheek and continuing down his neck, disappearing into the open collar of his polished armour. His nose was thin and straight, and turned up slightly at the tip. I noticed he seemed to favour his right leg - not exactly limping but definitely being careful where he placed it on the uneven cobblestones. I suspected he had twisted or even broken it at some point. I also noticed his sword was on his right hip and I could tell he had at least four, maybe more, hidden daggers on him: one on each wrist and one in each boot. His full lips were curled into a cruel smile as he surveyed me.

"Well, well, well," he said "Not so good now, are we?" He pulled a vial of red liquid from his coat and tried to pour it down my throat. I struggled again and clamped my lips shut, tossing my head from side to side like a kid not wanting his medicine. The captain growled under his breath and thumped his knee down on my chest so he was kneeling on me. He grabbed my jaw in one hand, keeping it in one place. I kept my lips sealed as he tried to pour it down my throat once again.

I kept struggling, determined not to let him give me the liquid, which I was sure was poison.. He swore, and another guard came in and splashed a green liquid in the direction of my eyes. I didn't react fast enough and the liquid made contact as I shut my eyes. It burned, and I cried out in pain. The captain took his opportunity and poured the poison into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but the captain had already clamped my mouth shut. I could feel it burning my tongue but still refused to swallow it.

"Swallow it, dammit." He growled and I felt him put a hand on my throat, forcing me to swallow. I coughed and spluttered as the liquid went down my throat. I could feel it start to affect me as my limbs grew heavy. His weight vanished from my chest.

"You can let him go now," the captain said. "He's not going anywhere fast."

I tried to get up, but collapsed again as I screamed in agony. Every move I made was slow and agonizing. I felt a boot come in contact with my head as the guards started beating me.

'Such an honourable thing, beating an opponent while he's incapacitated,' I thought.

I heard someone scream my name and realized it was Sophia. I opened my eyes and found I could only see with my eagle sense. The guards were bright red and my assassins were blue. Sophia was a beautiful green colour, something I had never seen in eagle sense before

"Leave him alone!" she screamed. "He's just an innocent man."

The captain laughed. "This man is anything but innocent!" he said "This man is part of the Assassin Brotherhood. In fact, not only is he a part of it, he is what they call mentor, the highest ranking Assassin."

Sophia looked towards me. I crawled towards her, grimacing in pain at every movement.

"Ezio," she whispered, crouching and taking my hand. "Is this true?"

"Sophia," I whispered. "Yes it's true... I'm so sorry.

"Perché non me l'hai detto?" she asked (

"L'ultima donna di cui ero innamorato è finita morta. Non volevo che lo stesso succedesse a te,"I replied

"Tu mi ami?"

"Sì, amore mio."

She smiled and put a hand to my cheek. "Anch'io ti amo," she whispered, before I was pulled away. My vision was deteriorating and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

Italian Translations

Perché non me l'hai detto? - Why didn't you tell me?

L'ultima donna di cui ero innamorato è finita morta. Non volevo che lo stesso succedesse a te, - The last woman I was in love with ended up dead... I didn't want the same to happen to you.

Tu mi ami? - You love me?

Sì, amore mio - yes my love

Anch'io ti amo - I love you too

Ok so there you have the first chapter of Love is Blind. I hope you all enjoyed the updated version of the chapter.

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