Authors note: hi everybody! This is the first time if ever written a story off of a game I hope it doesn't suck too badly. But please feel free to let me know if anything's off or doesn't sound right. Also her name is Faible its French for light. Anyways here's the first chapter let me know whatcha think! I would also like to personally thank Mismatch-lover for helping me and taking the edit this story! Thank you so much Mismatch-lover without your wonderful assistance I don't know where I would be!

The morning sunrise leaked over the just waking town, making glass glimmer in the windows of the many houses, many of which stood close together supporting each other like a family. An emerald pair of eyes, which belong to a lovely young girl in the rich district, watched the rising sun with contentment. Her eyes glared and a pair of eagles that soared above her. Oh how she envied them. Wished for their freedom. But instead she was confined to her home, only allowed out when her foster father took her to get a new dress or when she had to attend one of those annoyingly boring parties her father made her attend. Lucky for her, today was a shopping day where she'd be allowed out with two guards to buy whatever it was that caught her young girl forced herself away from the window. She brushed out her long honey colored hair, a color not commonly found in this area. She didn't see herself as beautiful; she found herself rather ugly. She wished to have the dark tan skin and the dark hair like the other women. She hated that she stood out so much and also hated the fact that none of the men found her attractive.

Oh how she wished to have a man and get married and even have kids. But with her looks, it wasn't going to happen. While she dressed in a lovely, and vibrant red dress she realized that she really wasn't sure where she was from, but knew that it was not from here.

There were times when she realized that she had no idea where she came from at all. The only thing that she could remember was waking up in a dark alleyway when she was five, wondering around the city alone. That's when her foster father found her and took her in. Although she was very grateful, she longed to know where she was from who she really was. All she had was a name.

Her foster father was a kind man. She was never really sure of his occupation and he never told her. But since he was rich and carried around a sword, she assumed that he had to be a guard for the king or maybe perhaps some kind of high class guard.

She placed a white and red laced shawl on before placing on her black sandals. There was a loud knock at her door. "Yes?" she called.

A voice came through muffled from the other side of the door. "Are you ready Faible?" The voice asked."Yes father.""Then come down stairs you silly girl!" he exclaimed. She heard his footsteps retreat and took another moment before she opened her door and hurried down the stairs."I am ready father," she announced"Good to see you dressed appropriately, now hurry on your way and don't leave sight of the guards," her father demanded."Yes sir," she replied before taking of out the door her two guards in tow. As they reached the market, Faible went to her favorite shops, buying many dresses, soaps, scents, and shawls. And one way or another, she somehow managed to lose her guards in a crowd. Sighing, she hugged her belongings close to her and decided that it was best to make her way home.

Faible turned her head when she suddenly heard shouts and yelling. Then a man garbed in white came bursting threw a crowed with a group of guards on his tail.

There was no way he'd make it out alive! Faible thought. She had to help him! Something inside her pulled violently, and she realized that she could not let this man die. The strength in which she felt for this matter was beyond anything she had ever known before. She truly believed she must help this man, despite the consequences. She ducked into an alleyway and waited quietly, her breaths measured. Soon, the guards had fallen behind the white-garbed man and the shouting died away. The man, in fear for his life kept running as the guards struggled to keep up. Faible waited patiently, watching their approach intensely. As the man ran past her she reached out and grabbed his arm pulling him in to the alleyway. She ushered him into a dark corner where she pressed him against the wall.

"Shh I'm here to help just don't say anything" She whispered, turning quickly to look back out of the alleyway. She watched as the guards ran by and let out a breath she hadn't know she'd been holding"Thank you for your assistance," the man said to her as she stepped away from him. His voice was hard. It didn't seem that he really was thanking her, more like he was angry with her for helping him."Your welcome. Now, could you be a gentleman and walk me to my house? I seem to have lost my two guards," she asked politely. The man remained quiet and she took this chance to observe him. She couldn't see much under his white hood, a broad jaw and a scarred lip, but from what she could tell he was very handsome."Well, if it helps your decision any, you will be safe from detection while you walk with me," she presented. She didn't know why she wished him to walk her home for he seemed dangerous and all evidence point to the fact that she should not help him. But the intimidating air he held excited her in a strange way and she was hopeful to continue the rush she got when she stood by him."Very well." His tone held no emotion but his voice was alluring and held a hidden tone of danger. This wasn't just any man, Faible suddenly realized. He was an assassin. Faible could see now by his dangerous aura and the predatory stance. Yet, for some odd reason, it didn't cause her any fear. They walked out of the ally way side by side as Faible lead the way."By the way, what is your name?" Faible asked, turning to look back at the man."Why should I tell the likes of you!" he growled, his stance stiff and tensed."Because I just saved your life," she quipped, feeling like she must challenge this man.

After a moment of silence he spoke. "Altaïr," he replied curtly, his voice quiet."I'm Faible," she replied. I like his name, she thought to herself as they walked through the market place. Guards walked by not even giving them a second glance. Even so, Altaïr was still rigid as if preparing for a battle."Well, this is my home," she replied, stopping in front of her fathers' house. He turned to leave. "Altaïr, wait," she called out to him, feeling a sudden pang of sadness at the sight of his back to her. He stopped and turned to face her. "Do me a favor okay? If you need anything stop by and see me okay? If you need anything at all, my room is that top window" she replied, walking up to him.

He went ridged at her proximity he wanted to push her away badly. But he mustn't harm her. She was innocent. And she just saved his life. He owed her."Be careful," Faible concluded. "Something tells me you'll have more guards on your tail, and thank you for bring me home." Leaning forward, she placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Goodbye for now, Altaïr!" She waved goodbye and rushed inside." Father! I am home!" She called, closing the door behind her."Where are your guards young lady!" he demanded, walking into the room and staring at his foster daughter."I haven't any idea. There was this commotion and they disappeared so I came back home," she explained"Well they won't be your guards any longer," he said under his breath. "Now show me what you purchased".

Faible showed him the many things she bought he nodded in approval of all. With excitement from her foster Fathers' approval, Faible rushed up stairs putting her items away. She went back downs stairs and prepared dinner as she normally did. Her father and her ate in peace, making vague comments about how the day had been played out. Faible returned up stairs and opened her window just in case Altaïr decided to show up. She grabbed her night gown and undergarments and turned to her bathroom. Filling the tub, she place her new scents on the ground beside it, determined to rub her skin with them and acquire their delicious smells. Faible returned to her room removing her clothing and placing it in a pile beside her door for the maids to wash later. Faible took a bath, pouring a reasonable amount of vanilla and raspberry scent into the bath water so the scents would be too overbearing. It only took her a few moments to clean herself, but she took a moment to rest in the hot water, enjoying the warmth. Faible exited the bath and wrapped her favorite black silk robe around herself before re-entering her room. Gasping, she jumped in surprise at the dark shadow that loomed in her window."It's only me." The already oh-so familiar voice of Altaïr. She smiled, suddenly glad to hear his voice once again."So I take you are in need of my assistance?""Yes," he hesitantly admitted. "I need a place to lay low for a few days.""Of course! Go ahead and clean yourself. I'll wash your clothes and bring you up something to eat," Faible offered. Giving him a small smile, she exited the room and rushed down stairs. She figured he had to be pretty hungry, so she quickly made up a good size plate of food and rushed back up stairs as soon as it was done. As she entered the room she saw Altaïr removing his robes leaving him in only his dark pants. Her eyes glazed over as she slowly took in the image of his muscular body, dark chocolate hair that hung just to ears but was cut to stay out of his handsome and sturdy face. He smirked at her causing her to snap out of her trance."Here. I brought food," she replied lamely"Thank you," he replied as she handed him the plate. He started to eat it immediately. "This is excellent" he replied as he ate more"Thank you. I'm glad you like it," she replied with a shockingly beautiful smile, glad to know the he like her cooking. He finished eating and went into the bathing room and place the rest of his clothes outside the door. Faible picked them up quickly and took them to be washed along with her other garments. She hadn't need to worry about the maids for they never spoke unless spoken to and never questioned their masters.

Faible returned up stairs. She spied the many assortments of weapons that Altaïr had also put down on her dresser top. They looked dirty and in need of sharpening, so she took the liberty to clean them and sharpen them. Her father taught her long ago how to do so. Seeing as he hadn't a wife nor a son, she took care of most of the tasks around the house. Seeing as Her father owned a sword. She was often order to clean and sharpen it.

When she finished her work she placed everything back to where it had been before. Faible laid down on her bed waiting for Altaïr to finish. After a moment, she rose from her bed and went to the window watching the sun set over the rich district of Jerusalem."The sunset is beautiful, yes?" The sudden sound of Altaïr's voice causes her to jump. She turned to face him instantly. He wore a towel around his waste giving her a good view of his upper body."Yes, beautiful, " she said, shamelessly staring at him. He smirked and sat beside her, causing her to be come flustered

"Why do you help me?" he asked suddenly, locking eyes with her. His eyes were dark and alluring, but she could see the pain and loneliness that loomed there, as well as the anger and danger."I-I am not sure," she replied, shuttering a bit as a blush crept over her face."Well it can't possibly be my good looks you've only seen me now," he replied with knowing is his eyes. Her blushed darkened. He had known this entire time that she was checking him out."Well I-um-figured you could-um-use some help," she replied flustered"Well I know you know what I am, what I do...yet, you hold no fear. It's like you don't care," he replied, studying her. She was beautiful she had a hair color he's never seen before, it was golden like the bees honey her eyes were as green as the grass, her lips tinted pink and unlike the other women around these parts, whose skin was tan. Hers was light like a cream with a slight tan. Sure, to others, she may look weird, but to him she was beautiful. Exotic even. And her lack of fear and continued persistence to help him despite her knowing what he was interested him."Well do you harm innocent people?" she asked."No, never" he replied."Then I don't care, and no you don't scare me," she replied. You intimidate me, she thought, but I like the rush the feel of danger the course through me at the thought of assisting you could kill me."Why not?" he asked."I'm an innocent and an ally you won't hurt me. So why should I fear you" she stated in a matter-of-factly tone."You are a strange woman," he replied and turned back to the setting sun. She didn't reply and just turned her eyes to the setting sun as well. Soon night came, and Faible readied herself for bed. She brushed out her long honey hair and put on a silk white nightgown."I will take the floor" she stated, offering Altaïr her own bed."Your bed can fit four. I see no reason we couldn't share" he replied with a smirk"Would you take advantage of me?" she asked, knowing well that he could lie easily."No. I've never been with a woman before. My occupation doesn't allow it," he replied"Very well." She tossed him a shirt and pair of pants. "There my fathers. You can wear them till yours are ready" she replied"Thank you" he stated. She crawled into her bed and laid with her back facing him as he changed. She felt the bed dip on the far side signaling that he was now laying in her bed."Goodnight Altaïr," she mumbled with a yawn, and soon fell asleep"Goodnight Faible," he whispered back, confused at his own actions. He'd never ask for help let alone that of a woman's. What was wrong with him? Perhaps it was the fact she saved his life and knew he was dangerous but didn't care. She still wished to help him. Altaïr sighed and rolled over waiting for sleep to over take him.