Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed
Warning: This is self-beta'd.
"Everyone's got some, name your problems,
What's it going to do today?
You can bitch and moan about it,
But things will never change.
"Belong Here" by: 78violet
*Insert annoyingly short Prologue*
Prologue: Migrations
The group of four hooded men talked in hushed tones; each standing at a different corner of the worn out table.
"This is ridiculous. What if we are attacked?" The one named Altaïr demanded in a harsh, hushed, tone.
"It definitely sounds… interesting." His older friend, Malik, stated carefully.
The third hooded figure, a boy of twelve years named Kinja*, remained silent and instead of talking like he usually did, and let his elders make the decision on their own – he had little say anyways. They found him very young and was taken in as an apprentice. Soon, the young boy found himself under Malik's wing as a novice assassin.
"It is decided then, we leave tomorrow." The Mentor, or Al Mualim, finished the discussion.
"This is dangerous and foolhardy." Altaïr sneered at the older man before jutting out his jaw as an unmistakable sign for overconfidence and purely masculine pride.
"That is enough!" the old man slammed his hand down on the table with a resounding 'crack!'. It was silent and the tension was as thick as oil. Altaïr's cold gaze was met evenly with The Mentor's. It was the younger man who stood down first. After a moment of awkward silence, The Mentor spoke, "We are leaving this evening. I have a close ally South of here, in a country called Georgia. We will head there. This is my decision and it is final."
A/N: Anybody willing to beta?
*Kinja = pronounced: Kin-ja