Yo yo hmie joe, its ThirdGenDrakon back at it again with another story. Now i want to confess that this idea was born from wondering just how much nothing is true, everything is permitted actually aplies to. So this is a little Altair, Malik, and a couple OC's. All right go to Ubisoft and any other respected owners. The plot is mine as well as my darling OC's. Read and review if that fits your fancy. Enjoy and yes there will be a sprinkle of Altmal in this because theyre my OTP. Aight, Leggo.
The sunrise cast golden rays over the city of Jerusalem. Altair rolled over on the heavy pillows spread out on the floor. He cracked his eyes open and yawned.
"Wake up Novice." Malik ordered as he threw a pillow at the Master Assassin's face.
"What's the problem Malik?" He asked groggily.
"Do you not hear the bells?" malik asked grumpily.
Altair sat still and listened. Sure enough, the bells tolled deeply. "I do now." he said simply to the bureau master. Something is going on out there, I'm not sure if it's assassin related or something else. I need you to be my eyes out there. Recon and report." Malik explained and instructed.
Altair stood and stretched before climbing up and out of the bureau. It didn't take long for the source of the commotion to be found.
"Demon!" A Templar yelled as he ran down the dusty street.
"Sorceress!" Yelled another.
" Child of evil!" Shouted a third.
"Leave me alone!" An unseen voice replied
Altair stopped. It was the voice of a young girl. Turning the corner he saw a girl around seventeen surrounded by Templars. She was visibly shaking and her green eyes were blown wide. She was dressed in a tattered tunic and her auburn hair was braided simply down her back. Altair saw the Templars close in to a tighter circle around her and decided that he had seen enough.
"Enough." He said just loud enough for one Templar to hear as he stalked forward. Said Templar turned, his red helmet glinting in the sun.
"This is none of your business, leave." They instructed.
Altair responded by drawing the short blade from the sheath on his back. He continued toward them, the blade held firm in his hand. The blade was not meant for his use today, but for the girl. Judging from the glare she shot him, (had Malik seen the intensity he would have been jealous) Altair guessed she could hold her own. He tossed the blade and it landed before her tip buried in the dirt. She shied into the corner away from the weapon but gave Altair a mischievous glance that told Altair that she needed a distraction. Altair unsheathed his hidden blade, smirking as it came out with a metallic hiss.
He lunged the hidden blade making contact with the Templar's sword with a clang. The watched the girl out of the corner of his eye as she went for the blade. Using her small size she weaved between the rushing group of Templars and buried the sword through the Templars neck. Blood splattered on the assassins face as the metal cut through flesh and bone.
She removed the blade and let both the weapon and the body drop. The other Templars hesitated in fear as a fire burned within her eyes. The air pressure around them dropped and black wisps of a smoke like substance collected around the girl. Her eyes blazed with determination as she recited some sort of incantation.
"Shallahat Num Emerante!" She thrust her hands forward in the direction of the fallen Templar and the smoke flooded into the body.
To Altair's amazement, the body rose and took up arms against its brothers. It seemed that she had killed him and raised him back from the dead. The assassin wasn't sure if he should have been terrified or in awe. The freshly revived Templar hacked and chopped down the others. The girl was completely focused on her creation that she didn't see the last Templar until it was nearly to late. Altair surged forward to parry the blade. The girl yelped as the metal struck her, had the assassin not stepped in she would have been killed.
Finishing off the final Templar. Altair turned to her. "We need to go. You need medical help, I know a safe place where you can recover in peace...somewhat."
The girl shook her head and backed away. "I...I can't. Thank you for helping me but I really can't trust you let alone go to a 'safe place' with you. Besides if I let him go I might not make it to the bureau awake."
Altair stopped suddenly. "You know of the bureau?" Altair took a defensive stance. Usually those who knew of the Bureau outside of the creed were usually a threat to the brotherhood. "How?" He asked sternly.
She seemed to curl into herself. "My brother is an informant. He took me once to the one in Damascus. I've learned that where there are assassins there is likely to be a Bureau nearby where they take refuge."
Altair was about to say something but was cut off by the sound of Templar reinforcements running through the streets. He looked towards the girl who seemed to panic she lost her concentration and the connection and the smoke returned to her. Altair could tell by her posture that she was going down soon. She stumbled and shooked her head lightly.
Altair sheathed his blade and quickly ran to her. He caught her just as she collapsed with exhaustion and blood loss. He scooped an arm under her legs and carried her bridal style. He heard her mumble something but didnt catch what it was. Before he ask her to repeat it she passed out.
Altair quickly made his way to the bureau. He couldn't stop thinking about all the shit Malik was going to give him about this. Recon and report. The Dai had said. Oops