baka-lime

He crouched atop the Campanile di Giotto, the wind ripping past him. A calm smile spread over Ezio's face as he gazed out to the city of Florence beneath him. He felt peaceful, something he had not experienced much in his short 17 years of life. Ezio closed his eyes and briefly he imagined if this was what it was like to be a bird, free to soar among the clouds. Ezio could hear shrieks of laughter from the children in the city about the howling of the wind. He opened his hazelnut eyes and crawled a few feet forward, onto the wooden structure protruding from the side of the building. An eagle soared above his head. The majestic bird swooped