A game, or real life? (Ezio x reader)

Fabled security

"Ma certo che si (But of course I did)." I nodded. Reaching back into my bag, I curled my fingers around the comfortably-warm sphere and pulled it out, revealing it to the others. "Ever since I was entrusted with it, I never put it down. It's always with me, no matter where I go." I explained, holding it close to my chest.

"Have you ever used it?" Machiavelli suddenly asked, and we all snapped our gazes to him. "You mention the great power it has. Have you ever used it?"

"Never." I shook my head, lowering my gaze to the cursed artifact. "Trust me, I was tempted to on multiple occasions in hopes of seeing what became of my parents. But I was always reminded of Altaïr's words. The Apple fulfills our deepest desires, so....I feared it wouldn't show me the truth, and would show instead a mere illusion created by my own...foolish hopes and dreams."

"Yes, you did mention that in your journal, long ago." Ezio nodded, and looking up at him, I could see him smiling softly. I could feel my heart swell with an overwhelming warmth at the sight, so I quickly looked away to stop myself from looking like a lovesick puppy. Instead, my gaze met the Apple that was still sitting on the wooden table. Something....weird happened. A small voice in the back of my mind...like the Apple was whispering...was urging me to move closer to the one that Ezio brought. Without hesitating, my body reacted to it, and as my hands sat down the Apple, the two began to glow so brightly that it would put the sun itself to shame.

I could barely see anything. The light was blinding, but I could see a few images. Though they barely lasted more than a few seconds, they were precise. The more frequent images I saw were of a dark room that vaguely resembled a dungeon. It was cold, but not uncomfortably so. But that wasn't the more...obvious detail. A large door made of stone, almost as tall as the walls surrounding it, filled with carved-in drawings and Arabic words. Among those drawings was the symbol of the Assassins. Suddenly, a man wearing dark blue, grey-ish robes began to walk towards it. His face was concealed by his hood, but from the way he walked, he was either old or exhausted. Someone else was walking beside him. Someone wearing similar robes, of a smaller figure. That image quickly faded away, leaving me surrounded by a white space. I looked around, but to no avail. I seemed to be alone, until, a figure caught my eye. I began to walk towards it in curiosity, and it too, began to walk towards me. It seemed to copy my movements, almost like a mirror. Looking at its face, I saw....myself. Rather, my face in a different body, in different clothes. "My" hair was concealed by a thick green veil, and "I" was wearing long, white robes, with a red sash around "my waist", the same way the Assassins would tie it on back in Masyaf.

"This....is your destiny..." Minerva's voice rang out loudly in my head. In a matter of moments, I was back in Leonardo's workshop. I was in Ezio's arms, with his gaze looking down at me worriedly.

"..../n)....(y/n)...!" He called out over and over again. As seconds went by, I regained more and more consciousness over my senses. I was panting heavily, and my hands were clenching Ezio's robes so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. "Breathe, tesoro (darling)...breathe...you're alright..." I heard his soft voice as he pulled me close to his chest. Feeling his fingers caressing my hair helped me relax. It helped me ground myself into reality. This reality. I was (y/n) (l/n)....Assassin...mother of twins....engaged to Ezio Auditore... But if I were (y/n)....then who was that woman?

"This must never fall into the wrong hands. It would drive weaker minds insane..." I heard Leonardo's voice right next to me. With Ezio's help, I managed to get back up onto my feet.