Yea so this story is back. I got a little lazy sorry. Enjoy reading! Oh and I don't own Assassins Creed. HoWeVeR I do oWn random OC's which a lot of the times have no apparent reason for being there.
"Daddy! You're back!" 4 year – old Asmira exclaimed as she ran to meet her father in the stables.
"Happy birthday Asmira! What shall my princess want for her birthday?"
Asmira thought long and hard about this question for the last three months. Without hesitation now, she whispered into his ear, "I want to become an assassin, father. Just like you."
4 years later
It was a nice day. Blue skies, not to hot not to cold.
My father sent a letter to us a few weeks ago, informing us that'll he'll be visiting soon.
Liria and I squealed in delight. Akeem, my brother smiled and nodded, then turned away from us.
He wasn't one to show much emotion.
But I knew he was overjoyed on the inside.
My mother held the letter close to her heart and smiled to herself.
It has been two years since we saw our father.
After all my chores, I'd take out the steel sword my father had given to me for practice.
With my legs bent and one in front of the other, I'd raise my sword hand so that the sword is parallel to the horizon.
Pretending to take a blow from above, I then attack my invisible enemy, imagining every possible move my foe can make, thinking about every available counter to an attack.
I would practice until my mother calls me in for dinner.
When my father comes home this time, I hope he names me Apprentice Assassin.
Finally he arrived at our house on a great white steed.
The white hood drawn over his head blacked out the features of his face.
Gracefully, he dismounted the horse. My siblings and I ran from our chores to meet him.
My mother came out of the house wiping her hands on a rag and flashed her beautiful heartwarming smile.
I hugged Father's right leg, Liria hugged his waist, and Akeem hugged his left leg.
"Welcome home daddy!"
"We missed you!"
"Tell us about your missions!"
He laughed and spun around a couple of times so quickly that Liria's legs were flailing in the air all the while.
Akeem and I were laughing in excitement. When Father stopped spinning, Liria let go and fell to the floor, giggling.
Then he peeled Akeem off his left foot and tossed him two feet above his head, caught him, and set him down.
Akeem grinned from ear to ear and laughed to himself.
I released my grip from my father's leg and prepared a fighting stance, my right foot in front of my left foot, knees bent, and my right fist in front of my left.
My father did the same and threw a punch aiming for my nose.
I opened my front fist and hit the inside of his wrist as he punched out.
This caused his arm to derail to the right and I punched with the same hand, aiming towards his neck.
As I expected Father blocked this attack with his left hand. With both of his hands unavailable, I lightly punched him in the stomach.
"I got him!" I thought to myself.
But my attack was stopped short as my father hooked his left leg around the back of my ankle and pulled.
I went sprawling onto the floor. I landed on my butt and put on a pouty face.
My father laughed and set me back on my feet.
"You're getting better Asmira, I'm proud of you." He then pulled me into a tight hug.
When he let go of me, my mother gently held his hand in both of hers.
Her dark brown eyes met his light brown ones and for a few seconds they seemed to be in a trance.
Slowly, my father placed his free arm around his wife's waist and kissed her on the forehead.
Liria and I smiled to each other. Akeem looked up to the sky barely containing his ever growing smile.
When I looked back at my parents, they were already on their way back to the house, their fingers intertwined.
"Time for dinner, kids!"
Akeem, Liria and I raced past our parents and back home.
Quickly, I put the tablecloth on the dining space on the floor.
Liria placed five bowls and a big plate on top of it.
Akeem carefully filled each bowl with hot soup.
Then I got the flat bread from the oven and placed it on the plate.
Together as a complete family, we sat down on the cushions surrounding the dinner space.
These were the moments I cherished the most.
My father told the stories of his adventures and his apprentice.
I've only met his apprentice once. He was quiet and when I asked for his name he looked down and away.
We were all telling funny stories and laughing.
Then suddenly the sound of breaking wood was loud and clear in the air.
"Hide!" Father called out as he pushed us all into the closest room, which was my room.
"I can fight!"
"No! Hide! Protect your family!"
It was my dream to fight alongside him. I rushed into the room where the others were and pulled out my sword from the closet.
I observed the fighting happening outside through an accidental crack in the wall that I made when I was practicing with my sword in my room.
There were seven of them. Only one of them had a hood drawn over his head.
Then I saw Father rush out of the house, short sword on his back, long sword in his hand.
"Kill him." The hooded figure commanded.
My father froze at the voice.
"M-Master?"
Momentarily confused, one of the men sliced Father's belly.
Luckily, he backed up a step and it only cut his robes.
He then lunged out at his opponent and slicked his throat out with the tip of his sword.
Then he twirled left and stabbed another man's chest.
A man from behind my father sliced away at his back.
Blood was free flowing down his back and dripping onto the floor.
The sound made me sick. He grunted in pain but continued to stand.
My father chopped at his attacker's shoulder so hard that the wound he made ended at the bottom of the rib cage.
Now he was on one knee, his breathing broken and short.
The leader of the group stepped in front of him, knife in hand. The man stabbed my father once, twice, three times in the stomach.
The limb body fell to floor with a sickening thud.
I couldn't believe it.
My father?
Dead?
Just then the remaining three men barged into my room.
I raised my sword and stepped in front of my family.
"Lea…lea..ve..leave.." My voice was coated in fear.
I couldn't get my mouth to form the words.
They laughed.
A hard, cold, empty, heartless laugh.
The hooded man came into my room and pushed me aside. I hit the wall and dropped the sword on impact.
My mother made an attempt to reach me but he grabbed her wrist and activated his hidden blade onto her neck.
I heard Liria cry out to her. Another cloaked man pulled Akeem away from Liria.
She was crying now, holding onto her brother's leg. Akeem gently pried her hands away from his leg.
Then he stood up and turned around. It was almost like he knew what would happen next.
A sword plunged through his chest and he gasped in pain for second before he dropped to the floor.
I was dizzy.
The smell of blood on the walls, on my bed, on the floor, on me, was too much.
Shakily I got up with every last effort. I stepped in front of Liria.
"Leave…" I whispered.
A hand came down to push me down again, but I smacked it away.
"Leave." I said.
Another hand came down but I smacked it away, too.
"LEAVE!" I shouted so hard."LEAVE! GET OUT OF HERE!"
A few seconds passed, maybe minutes.
The tension in the room was increasing to the maximum point.
Then the leader made a signal to leave.
At the doorway, he stopped and turned, flashing a smile.
"It's not like we need you dead anyways."
And with that they disappeared.
I was still standing. I wanted to sit, but everything was covered in blood.
Liria was stained all over.
When I thought it was safe to go out, I walked out of the room, leaving Liria behind, crying.
I walked over to my father, and knelt beside him.
"Mira…" He was still alive?!
"Asmira…" he whispered my name again.
"Yes daddy, I'm here." I gulped and leaned in, struggling to hear him.
"Everything I own, my weapons, the house, goes to you."
"Father –"
"Listen," I could barely hear him.
"I name you," his voice suddenly growing stronger with pride
"Apprentice Assassin."
He breathed in deeply.
But I never heard him breathe out.
Soon, the feeling of my heart dropping into an endless dark abyss came over me.
Tears were starting to spill over the edge of my eyes. I tried hard to blink them back.
It's a lot harder than it seems and soon I gave up. I let the tears run down my face.
Wasn't this what I wanted? to become an Apprentice Assassin?
But now, I would give it all away; trade it for my happy family back.
I looked up at the sky.
It was such a beautiful day.
The sun was still shining brightly like it always did.
I didn't understand.
Why was the sun still shining?
My mother
My brother
My father were dead.
The world was just so cruel.
"Asmira, Mira, Asmira, hello? Wake up!"
I was shaken awake by my sister Liria.
"You're talking in your sleep again." She smiled teasingly.
"I see. What did I say?'
"Something like 'Leave' and the rest was all a grumble."
"Oh." I sat up in my bed.
It's been eight years since the life changing incident happened.
Liria and I now live in a small two roomed house.
We also work at a bathing house in town.
I placed my hidden blade on the inner side of my wrist and wrapped it tight with leather.
"Do you have to take that everywhere you go?"
"Yes, it makes me feel secure."
Liria snorted with laughter.
I ignored her and put on my long sleeved black dress.
She took hold of my hand we together we walked to town.
well...I hoped you liked it...I made a lot of changes...