A/N/: Wow, so. First ever Assassin's Creed fanfic. Just a little idea that was circling in my mind. Enjoy.
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She was beautiful. Blonde and doe eyed. She smiled and her teeth flashed in the sun. Her children ran around her feet, happy and laughing. Her children. His children.
Altair was crouching on the top of the roof, watching her as she played with her children. His wife. He smiled. He deserved someone as beautiful as her.
He jumped, caught a ledge and dropped, moving on impulse. She started, her children stopping. For a moment, Altair didn't know how to continue. He tipped his head, and smiled at her from under the hood, hoping she wouldn't scream. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you…?"
"Altair?" he asked. "Yes. I am."
She shooed the children back inside, then approached his still form. "Malik has told you about me, I imagine."
"Yes, he has."
"And you don't hate me?"
"I thought I should make my own judgement."
He smiled. So she was smart, too.
"He'll be home in a minute," she said quietly, "if you wanted to see him?"
He shook his head. "I was here to see you." He smiled again at her. "He deserves someone like you."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
He just smiled, and then turned away. He was up the wall and gone within a second. She was left standing, looking his way. He hid behind the eave of a roof until she was joined by a familiar figure.
"Something wrong, Farah?"
She shook her head. "Nothing."
He smiles. Malik deserves someone like her.
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A/N/: Farah = Joy. I figured Malik deserved joy.