Hi guys! This is my first story from the game Assassin's Creed. Yes it will be a romance story between Altair and my Oc. Now please bare in mind that since this is my first story that I might misspell names or towns. If so please point that out. Also please no mean reviews for I'm still learning about story writing. And so you know, this is after Altair defeats his master and becomes the new leader (And no Maria, sorry guys just don't like her :p)
I do NOT own Assassin's Creed or its characters, only my Ocs.

Chapter one

It was quiet and peaceful. The sounds of the melodic chirps from the small insects brought a sense of peace to the young 20 year old girl. She sighed and curled up on her side in the small carrage pulled by two beautiful black moved a loose strand of snow white hair from her pixie like face. She was beautiful, she had rich creamy light colored skin and almond shaped eyes that glistened a clear aqua even from where she came from. Her hair was as soft as cotton and whiter than snow. When she spoke, her voice had a beautiful melody to it catching any man or woman who heard it.

Orignally from England, she was sent to Jerusalem from her father to start a new life and for his beautiful daughter to marry a man of royal blood to unite the two countries. Her mother passed two years back and it left an empty hole in her heart that still ached. The bright rays of light shined in her blue eyes causing her to huff in annoyance and turn to try to cover her eyes. Yawning she sat up fully and peeked out the small window on the carrage, it was late afternoon and the sun was very bright in the sky.

"Excuse me sir, when will we be arriving?" I asked sleeply. The mans gruff voice answered from the front where the horses were. "We are almost there now, the town is coming up" At that I looked out again and finally saw the town in the distance. It was breathtaking! Never have I seen such strange structures in all of my life. There were buildings that were large and round at the top. When I glanced up there were large but beautiful birds flying to and from the town.

Just than the carrage suddenly stopped. The door opened and I blinked from the harsh sun that nearly blinded me. The man held out his hand and I took it, stepping down and smiled a thanks to him. Now I'm very small compared to most people. I barely stand 5 feet and had a small frail body and nice curves to match me. He lead me into the busy city. Some kids ran past and giggled with glee. I smiled at them and continued to a large building.

There I was told to wait and the man went inside to fetch someone. Deciding that was my change to look around more. I noticed many strange men in armour with a red cross on them walking around with dark looks on their faces and a hand on their sword. One turned my way and we locked eyes for a moment. I shuddered and glanced away quickly. Something about him was not right.

Deciding to look elsewhere I looked at the buildings admiring the way it was built. Just than I saw a flash of white and there appeared to be a tall figure standing on a roof looking around. How odd. And just as quickly as the man arrived, he vanished in a flurry of white me believe that it was either my imagination or a ghost wondering around the city.

Just than a tall slender woman came out and smiled a warm smile. "Ah you must be Jadience, please come this way." She lead me down the street. I glanced around hoping to spot that strange man in white again, to prove that he was real. "Excuse me, I was wondering if there are ghosts here." I asked hoping to confirm my suspisions."Ghosts? I believe not" She blinked at me and laughed. "Here we are! This is where you will be staying until further notice, I hope you enjoy your stay".

I looked at the small house. It wasn't very big, not like what I'm used to but it looked in good condition. "Thank you miss." I bowed politly. "Your very welcome, if you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to find me. and my name is Isara." And with that she walked back where we came. Sighing softly I decided to enter and check out my new home.

Inside was small but cozy. There was a small kitchen on the left, and another room next to it. I found some stairs and went up to find a very small bathroom with a tub. Across from it was a single bedroom with a queen size bed next to the window. It had a beautiful quilt with silk sheets. Next to it was a dresser and a large mirror on top. There I found my belongings already here and put away. I headed over to the window and looked out.

There were many people walking the streets now and more guards patroling the roofs as well. I wanted to leave and explore my new home but seeing those guards changed my mind quickly. Then suddenly an idea came to mind. When I was small I use to pretend I was a bird soaring high up and I would run along the rooftops flapping my arms like a crazy person. Than my fathers laughing voice would call to me and I would 'fly' to him and my mother.

I smiled sadly remembering the good times before my mother passed. Now my father seems to always be busy and I hardly ever saw him. I slowly climbed out the window and swung my body up and onto the roof and stood there enjoying the feeling of being free once more. I knew I had to be careful not to be seen by the gaurds or anyone for that matter.

I walked along the roofs looking out over the city and watching people scurry about. There was a woman begging for money and food, making me sad. I never had to deal with no food or money but seeing others suffer just broke my heart. Looking around I spotted something in the distance. It was the white robed man! He seemed to be in a rush, bounding gracefully from rooftop to rooftop.

He reminded me of a agile cat running freely. And than it struck me, he was heading my way! With a gasp I quickly ducked down behind a rooftop garden. He ran right passed so fast he looked like a blur. He suddenly stopped a few feet away and glanced back my way. I froze and held my breath. 'Did he see me?' I thought and continued to watch. His eyes seemed to pierce right through the garden and at me.

I felt a shudder go through me. How did he know I was there? Just than an arrow shot by him and he let out a curse under his breath and took off running again. I was in awe at how he leapt with such grace. It was like he was flying! His robes almost looked like wings. But soon I lost sight of him, and the shouting grew distant.

I deemed it safe and slowly came out from my hiding spot and looked around. I than made a mad dash to my window and dove in, closing it right after. I sat on my bed and with a hand to my beating heart. 'Who was he? Where did he come from? And why did he stare towards my hiding spot like he knew I was there?' I had so many questions that filled my head. He was tall and very well built from what I could make out.

I got up and decided to see if there was any food to make dinner. There was no point in driving myself crazy with questions like that. When I got downstairs and to the kitchen I found that there was indeed some food here. I grabbed some bread and fruit and a piece of salted meat and sat at the table.

I took a bite of the fruit and found it very sweet and wonderful much better than the fruit back home. I ate it quickly, realizing how hungry I was. I soon devouered the meat and bread. I took the dishes to the small sink and set them in there and headed back upstairs. The sun was begining to set and children had headed back inside their homes.

Yawning I realized that I barely slept on that long ride here. So I looked into the dresser to find my favourite pink laced night gown and slipped into it. Than I crawled between the sheets of my bed and drifted off to sleep dreaming about the strange man in white, staring at me with those piercing eyes.

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The next day was when I saw him again. I was out looking around at the different fabrics when I heard shouting coming towards me. When I looked up I saw that strange man running as fast as the wind with many guards following far behind shouting in rage. Just than more guards seemingly appeared out of no where and cut him off.

I was frightened of what would happen to him, although I have no idea who he is. Then I saw him do something I never would have believed possible of a man. He ran straight at them and suddenly veered left and seemed to run up the wall before twisting his body in a spin and swung himself off a plank and onto the roof and vanished.

To say I was amazed is an understatment. I stood there with my jaw hung open looking foolish. Even the guards looked baffled. As I started heading back I noticed what looked like blood on the ground where he was. He was hurt! My compassion for others outweighed the concern to why they were after him.

Looking around to make sure no one saw me, I darted down an alley and came to a ladder that led up to the rooftops. I climbed up and looked around. I didn't see any sight of this mysterious man anywhere. When I was about to give up I noticed a small drop of red. Immediately I knew who's it was and started to follow the small trail.

It seemed like forever till I came to a large flat roof with a garden on it. There I noticed the trail led to it. Slowly I approached it and peaked inside. There was nothing in there. So I walked to the front and suddenly I was jumped on and pushed harshly down and found a blade close to my neck.

To say I was frightend didn't come close. My eyes were round with fright as I looked to the hooded man atop me. He had a deep frown set upon his face and a scar on his mouth. There was a light stubble forming on his lip. He was breathtakeing, even from this angle. Though I could not see his eyes clearly for his hood cast a deep shadow over him. Giving him an even more frightning appearance.

"Why are you following me?" His deep voice growled out at me. His voice deep and rich sent shivers down my spine. "I-I saw blood and I was trying to help you!" I squeaked. I'm sure I looked down right pathetic. My eyes as big as plates and my shaking didn't help much either.

He continued to stare deep into my eyes as if he was looking through my very soul. We stayed like that for a moment more before he moved off of me in one fluid motion. "I do not need your help girl." He said less gruff but still guarded. I slowly got up, a bit sore from the harsh push to the ground.

He seemed to be studying me closely. "You are not from around here". It was not a question but a fact. I did not trust my voice so I nodded. He stood there a moment longer before turning and slowly headed the other direction. I then noticed that he was limping and looked at his leg.

I gasped when I saw the large gash on his leg and blood leaking from it. "B-but sir! Your leg you need to rest!" I called out to him. He stopped and turned to me again. Staring hard at me. As if he was trying to read my thoughts. "Please, let me help you with your wound, than you can be on your way". I hoped he would listen to me.

He seemed to think hard on it. I could make out the pained expression on what little of his face I could see. He glanced back to where he was headed and let out a frusterated sigh. "Fine, I shall go with you, but be warned, if you try anything I will not hesitate to defend myself." He growled out and turned to follow me.

I gulped at that, knowing full well he meant every word of it, and I believed him when I saw the amount of weapons he carried on his person. Nodding I turned and led him back to the roof of my little house and slipped in through the open window. Thankful that I decided not to close it.

When I was in, I turned to help him when to my amazement, he swung himself into my room with ease. I couldn't help but gauk at his swiftness even with an injury. This was one strange man indeed. I quickly turned and headed to the bathroom and found some gauze and some healing paste to help with his wounds.

When I came out he was standing by my bed looking at the old figurines of tiny horses I had collected over the years. He quickly turned and looked at me. His sudden movement startled me but nonetheless I slowly approached him and handed him the items. He looked at it brefly than turned his attention back to me.

I cleared my throat nerviously. "Um if you could please sit on the bed and pull up your pant leg it would help." I said and waited patiently. He slowly but gracfully walked over to the bed and sat down. He slowly and tenderly moved his pant leg up from the wound.

I went to appoarch him but he stopped me. "I can take care of this myself." He said and reached for the gauze. I handed it to him quietly not wanting to anger him in anyway. I watched as he put the paste on and grunted a little from the pain. Than when he attempted to wrap it up, I could see he was having trouble.

I reached and took it from him and started wrapping his leg in silence. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. When I finished he muttered a thank you before pulling down the pant leg and covering it. I nodded my head and grabbed the rest and put it away.

When I came back he was already by the window getting ready to leave. "Thank you for your assistance, safety and peace to you." He said than vanished out the window. I ran to the window to see a white blur running over the rooftops into the distance.

I stood there thinking about what just happened. Had I really just helped a leathel man that I didn't know? He was truly dangerous that I could tell from not just his weapons but from the way he walked. He walked with deadly grace, the air about him screamed of death and fear.

And yet here I was, saving this deadly man and possibly getting myself caught up in something I would soon to regret. Oh how he intrigued me. He was truly a mystery. If my father was here right now, he would tell me how foolish I was and that I should keep my nose out of this before I get pulled deeper in. But thats the problem, I am very foolish.

Sighing I headed downstairs and right when I entered the kitchen I heard a knock on the door. Curious, I opened it to find Isara's smiling face. "Ah there you are! I wanted to inform you that your future husband Daren de Sable will be arriving to meet you in three days. He is busy on a mission with his father Robert de Sable at the moment." She grinned happily.

Forcing a happy smile I said "Wonderful! I cannot wait to meet him!" I gagged inside. Noding Isara smiled brightly "You are a lucky woman, he is very grand and brave. Many woman will be jealous of you!" She nodded once more before turning to leave. "Oh that reminds me, please be careful when leaving, there is an assassin amoung us." And with that she left.

I closed the door and leaned against it. "Assassin? Is that what he is?" I questioned to myself. Although I didn't want to believe, everything inside me screamed that it was true. The way he carried himself with such deadly grace and the frightning weapons upon him said it all. He was an assassin, and I wanted to find him, God I am truly foolish.

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Well heres the first chapter! Please tell me what you think! I would love advice on how to make the story more interesting to you. Thanks again!