Control of over half of Asgard has been wrested from him. He threw you to earth to protect you and Asgard, in the process you were transported many ye...rs in the past. I was attempting to return you to him.Again, Ephus felt shock from the weapon's thoughts. Yes, I can see, I see that you rescued him at great peril to your existence. I thank you for rescuing my partner, Ah! Hello Remira, it has been a long time since we last met.For the next few moments, Ephus was quiet as the weapon and the. He Found a Beautiful Raven-Haired Girl Beneath His Blade. "Who Are You? Where Am I? And Better Yet Who Do You Serve?" Says John. "All Very Good Questions." Says A Male Voice. John Whirls Behind The Girl, Knife Still at Her Throat. "You! Why Do Wear The Robes of The Assassin's Brotherhood? Your No Assassin I Recognise." Demands John his Portuguese-Turned Parisian Accent Slipping Through. "I Am Actually, I am Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, Mentor of The Roman Assassini." Says The Man.John Releases The. She hops onto the couch and makes a mewling noise, forcing me from my daydream. "I'm finished." She whispers in my ear and I jerk away slightly, sure I'm dreaming at this point. "You know, I watched you a bit in your sleep... You're quite active." She hints, revealing that she knows I have fantasies about her. "What are you talking about?" I play dumb. "Hehe, I really liked the part where you said my name with your hand in your pants." She drops the bomb. All veils are torn, nothing is. The alarm went off after about 10 seconds, it seemed, but the clock said otherwise: 5:30 AM – my normal wakeup. At first I wasn't sure that the cramping in the night had actually happened, but when I swung my legs out of bed, every muscle complained. Getting up shakily, I made my way into the bathroom, turned on the shower and leaned on the counter, looking at myself in the mirror.I didn't look any different, I thought. Peeling off my t-shirt and shucking down my pajama bottoms, I looked back.