A/N: Hello everyone! Your ever so kind and lovely artist, Ashlex here. Just wanted to let you guys in on this. This is a fan fiction I decided to write since I beat Assassins Creed the other day. Please know that I have NOT played any of the other games (With the exception of Bloodlines for the PSP) So please be nice and don't spoil anything for me! Anyway, this story is an alternate story, as if Malik and his brother had both perished and Altair had not yet gotten the treasure. This is just a test. If I like where it goes, and I get positive feedback, then I will continue. Thanks! :D Here it is! Chapter 1!
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Assassins Creed.
The assassin was called when times got rough. When the job became too tough for just any man to handle, the best were called in to take care of some unfinished business. Most of the time the case was to kill someone who has lost their way, and is nothing but a danger to the people. One assassin was a problem to the brotherhood, the league of assassins sent to do these dark deeds. And he was such sentenced away.
He continues on his road to redemption, unaware of the terror building in his home, in Masyaf. A young assassin, one much younger than himself, stepped forward to take their place along the ranks. The young assassin is nothing but a novice, and may prove as more of a problem to the older assassin.
"Welcome," says the old man, the leader, the one they all call master, "Please come in, step forward."
The young assassin steps forward, head low and face hidden.
"I am Al Mualim. My students tell me you wish to join our brotherhood." He starts, arms folded behind his back, as he steps around the table to stand in front of the young one one as the assassin nods, "Then you could not have come at a more perfect time." he smiled brightly. The young assassin looked up at him from below a hood, face in shadow.
"You see," Al Mualim went on, turning from the assassin, "One of our own has lost his way. He has broken all of our most sacred tenets. You are know what they are, yes?" He looked back at the assassin, who nodded.
"Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent." The young assassin recited, as was practiced days before.
Al Mualim nodded, "Correct. A rule that is very sacred to the brotherhood and follows along with the other two. Next?" he gestured for the assassin to continue.
"Hide in plain sight."
"Correct. In order for an assassin to succeed in his mission, he must remain hidden," Al Mualim immediately went on, almost before the young assassin finished, "Let the people mask you. Become one with the crowd. And the last?"
"Never compromise the brotherhood."
Al Mualim looked at the assassin as he stood in front of the desk, "It is the most important tenet. No matter what happens to you, your actions must never bring harm upon us. Whether it be direct or indirect. You must remember the tenets. Never lose your head in your work. Do you understand, young one?"
The young assassin nodded, head down and face hidden again.
"Very good. Now, your first task is to find your new master. He is the one who has lost his way and requires guidance." Al Mualim turned his back on the young one and walked over to the cage in the corner, "Whether you know it or not, you are the perfect student for the job." He took a bird from the cage, attached a note, and let it fly out the window.
"Master," the young one started, head lifted a bit, "why me? I have not been able to kill a single person. I have not even been outside Masyaf. How can I be perfect to help a master assassin such as he?"
Al Mualim looked at the assassin, "You have heard the stories?"
The assassin looked away and nodded, "Only that the top assassin in the brotherhood thinks he is above the creed."
Al Mualim looked out the window, "They are correct. But, he is no longer a master assassin. He has been restored to novice ranking. He is no different from you. But, you are one who knows the creed and lives by it daily." he looked at the assassin as the young one looked back at him, "All you have to do is show him the wrongs he has committed."
The assassin thought it over for a moment, then nodded, "What is his name?"
Al Mualim grinned, "You have not heard? Altair Ibn-La'Ahad. He is within the city. You must catch him before he is able to leave on his mission. Can you do it," he said as the assassin nodded and lowered the hood covering a dark shadowed face. Al Mualim grinned, "Basil Al-Harthi?"
The young assassin grinned, showing a smooth face, still fresh with adolescence yet wise as the master, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, short bangs framed around the face. The assassin nodded before saying, "As you wish master. I do not believe I am right to do this."
Al Mualim laughed, "You are perfect. It is odd, yes, to have a sister among our ranks. But, you are the one person who could probably get through to him."
The young girl nodded, "And I shall stay hidden, using this name."
"Hiding in plain sight." Al Mualim nodded, "Then you may go. Always remember, nothing is true; everything is permitted."
Basil nodded, returning her hood over her head as the master turned back around, returning to his books. She kept her head down as she headed down the stairs and into the city to find the man called Altair.