Disclaimer: I do NOT own Assassin's creed. If I did all the men would be paired together! MUAHAHAH! Anyways, this is my first fan fiction EVER so please give me some slack and don't be mean! I'd appreciate some constructive criticism Btw, I am so sorry for the lame title. *fails at life* Hopefully it won't deter you from enjoying the story.

The young boy stared at his reflection upon the gently rippling water. Golden eyes glowering in disgust at what they saw. The prior events of the day raced through the boy's mind. The other children laughed at him, mocked him for being "different". They mocked him for his light skin and eyes. The boys would even team up on him when they sparred leaving Altair a bruised and bloody mess. He was even subject to ridicule by the older assassins, infidel they called him. They knew not of his ability, eagle vision Al Mualim had called it. If they knew of his "special ability" he would truly be deemed an outcast by the others! No longer able to stand his own reflection, Altair threw a pebble at the water's surface distorting the image before him.

With a frustrated noise the young boy stood to leave the tranquility of the small pond he had grown so fond of. A familiar figure appeared before him as he attempted to make his leave.

"Altair, what are you doing here? Why are you not with the others?" The head of the brotherhood known as Al Mualim gave Altair an inquisitive stare. He saw the boy lower his eyes with shame and frustration upon his brow. "What troubles you my son?" Altair liked it when Al Mualim called him son. He knew it was not to be taken literally, but since he had lost his father he had come to view the man more and more as a paternal figure.

"Mentor, I do not like sparring with the others. They beat me and call me names. I do not understand. Why can't I be like everyone else?" the boy asked, voice laced with pain.

"Altair, it is true that you are different from the others, but it is not your appearance that makes you such. It is you skills and abilities. You have a sight that has been bestowed upon you by Allah himself. You have advanced much quicker than any of the other young apprentices within your rank. These qualities are what make you unique and that is something I value more than anything."

Al Mualim leaned forward and placed his hand on the young boy's shoulder.

"Be steadfast in your training. "They will come to recognize your strength as I have. Pay them no mind Altair, for I see great potential in you. You will become a great and powerful assassin. They will speak praise and covet your skill. Be patient young one, for the day will come when they fall at your feet in adoration."

As the elder of the two turned to leave he looked back over his shoulder at the boy one last time and spoke, "I expect to see you training within the hour Altair." a knowing look in his eye.

"Yes Mentor, and I promise to try my hardest and become the greatest assassin in all the brotherhood so that your vision will remain true!"

Al Mualim nodded his head in Altair's direction and proceeded to walk off.

The young lad made his way to the training grounds with a new found sense of determination.

As the years went by and Altair quickly rose among the ranks to master assassin, he never once forgot the promise he made to Al Mualim all those years ago.