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" ELLA! ELLA! ELLA!"

Millions of chants filled through her ears as Ella continued to sway her body to the imaginary music in her head. Hips swaying side to side, she allowed herself to unwind as she kept her eyes closed.

She stretched her hands outwards towards the sky, her hands twisting against each other as she dropped to bow and moved up again. The bells attached to the last layer of her cloth jingled with each step.

In the heart of Masyaf, Ella always found herself winding up a crowd through her dancing and it wouldn't be long until she found a name for herself in the city. Not to mention a foundation for money.

A wondering gyspy she was, traveling far and wide with her faction that she had stumbled upon after her parent's death at the age of 14. The death of her parents she has somewhat came to terms with, but it was still not a topic that she would like to breech even though it has been years since they had left to another land.

" ELLAAAA!" A voice yelled, screeching the ends of her name that broke Ella from her reverie of thoughts.

Peeling her eyes open, her eyes widened in shock, drinking in the sight of her friend. " Sayve?"

The blue dancer grinned in response through her thin fabric of a mask as she gave her a wink. " Of course it's me, Ella. Nice seeing you here."

She laughed in silence, careful to not disrupt her dance as it soon fell in sync with Sayve's sudden appearance as though it was a common occurrence. " I'm always here. Why are you here? I thought Ahmad sent you an errand to run."

" He did, I just so happened to be done with it early. Surprised, huh? So am I."

If this was at a different time and place, when her so-called-family didn't depend on her to get some money for their daily outlay, Ella would've thrown her head back at her friend's reply and give a sassy comeback. But this was work and apparently, Sayve understood Ella lack of response as she gave a nod to her direction.

When silence fell between them, Ella finally heard the new chorus of whispers about Sayve.

" Who is she?"

" She dances as well as the one in white."

" They're talking about you, you know." Ella whispered to Sayve, her head lowering slightly as she pushed her chest out and curved her back and vice versa, in a wave motion.

" I know."

" Then –"

From a distance, Ella could see the familiar figures of city guards coming her way. There were 3 of them, a smaller group than the ones she had encountered yesterday.

Abruptly stopping her dance, she quickly rushed to the front where a small pouch lay on the ground. Being previously empty, it was now filled with coins. Pulling on the strings to close it, she wiped her head front, fast enough to see the guards not more than 7 feet away from her now.

" Hey, you! How many times must we tell you to –"

His words were cut short as the gigantic crowd started to disperse, a hum of murmurs drowning down his voice and Ella took this chance to flee. Grabbing Sayve's hand, they both broke into a run; Ella leading while Sayve followed.

Sometimes, when she ran away from those guards, she always cursed herself for not wearing a shoe. With the amount of stones in her way, one would think that she would remember but no; Ella never remembered and that was how she always found herself on her rooftop plucking out stones and some other objects that wedged on her sole.

" Who was that?" Sayve questioned from behind and Ella didn't even bother to turn back to look at her.

" Guards. We'll have to split up," Ella said, faltering her footsteps into a halt as she turned to Sayve, " You go the other way while I go this way. Stay safe and don't do anything stupid, okay? See you back home."

Sayve cracked her one last grin, her hair whipping alongside the wind. " Without stupid I'm not me." A laugh. " Sure thing, Ella. See you."

And the both of them dispatched from where they were standing.

Twisting and turning into familiar corners(Ella had the whole map layout of Masyaf memorized in her mind;. Who knew if one day that information would be a great asset.) She wondered shortly to how a third party would see a girl dressed in thin white robes running around the streets. It would definitely be a funny sight to see.

" STOP!" A voice yelled, and she would only assume it was a guard. Turning her head back just a fraction, Ella held in a grimace. Great, so her assumptions had been correct.

They followed her and not Sayve. Why couldn't they follow Sayve instead?

As of right now, Ella couldn't return to her normal refuge or they would trace her back there again or worse, ask her to leave Masyaf. No… She can't do that.

Okay, then, she'll just have to stay at the roof tops for a while; hopefully she'll be able to shake them off. A few carts came into her view and she wasted no time in running on top of them to give her some leverage on getting to the rooftops. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the roof as she jumped, but not quite grasping it fully.

' I'm going to fall and break my back and the guards are going to arrest me.' She thought grimly, reaching out her other hand to try to get a hold of something solid before it was too late. When Ella felt her wrist being wrapped around by another, she let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to be pulled up.

No need to worry about broken backs and guards anymore, thankfully.

With both her legs settled onto solid ground, she finally looked up from the floor to see her savoir.

The figure was tall, her wild guess was that he was slightly shorter than 6 ft –which was a good 5 inches taller than her. By the slimness of his outfit, she was guessing he was lean too, but she can't say much due to his ridicules layers of white robes. A number of weapons were latched on him too; he must be a guard of some sort, but not the ones she encountered earlier; his dressing was different.

When Ella finally looked up to meet his gaze, or the lack of his gaze due to his hood blocking it, she didn't know where else to look at. The only part visible was the tip of his nose and his mouth. And it wouldn't really be appropriate to look at his mouth when she spoke.

And so she looked away from him, down to the streets where the guards looked high and low for her.

" Thank you," She said.

Silence greeted her end and she turned to the direction where the man stood, or formerly stood. He had left without uttering a word or making much noise as he left for that matter. Nonetheless, she had been pulled up and saved from the terrible fate the fall would've brought her.

Continuing her journey and forgetting about what had happened moments ago, Ella proceed to jump across rooftops to get to her home.

Hey guys! So I finally decided to post the first chapter of this story and MAKE MY FIRST ASSASSIN'S CREED STORY! :) Buttt; a warning before hand.

I have not played AC I yet and therefore, I don't really know the characters really well or most of them anyway. Altair will be a little OCC here and there so I need a beta to help me with his personality. Anyone up for grabs? The storyline would be different from the game too, just in case anyone's wondering.

And leave a review so I know if you guys enjoy it? It'll really brighten up my day to see some feedback :) Ideas are welcome if you want me to add things into the story; but this doesn't mean I will 1000% put it in.

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