I'm a big fan of the ancestors-somehow-meet-Desmond stories, so I thought I'd take a crack at it. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, but I'll figure it out eventually. I couldn't think of a clever title, so I took what a Youtube video was called of Minerva talking 'thru' Ezio and used that, haha. This takes place after the fight with Al Mualim, as you will figure out by the first sentence, and for 2012, it'll take place after the Brotherhood ending. I hope you enjoy.
Assassin's Creed owned by Ubisoft.
1
Altaïr stepped cautiously towards the Piece of Eden, eyes scanning the map before him. He stared intently at the small shapes of continents, taking in all he could at the given moment. The golden rays lightly flickering as it spun round, showing each location of the Pieces.
As if out of habit, Altaïr raised a curious hand, cautiously gliding forward to run it thru the light. A small gasp escaped his lips as the tips of his fingers were slightly burned. Fist clenching, he knelt down flexing his fingers to grab the golden sphere.
"Brother, I do not think it wise to grasp the ball without some sort of protection. Seeing as you have already been burned." A voice came from behind, along with few footsteps.
Altaïr glanced back at the man, a small twitch moving his fingers. "Then what will you have me use, Malik?" He questioned, waiting for the other's reply.
''Here.'' Malik slid his black Dai robe off his shoulders, tossing it to Altaïr with some carelessness. ''Perhaps it will be thick enough so you do not burn both your hands.'' He smirked as a small grunt was returned.
Altaïr leant forward; his hands wrapped in the thick cloth, grasping the Piece of Eden on either side. The map disappearing as it was wrapped fully in the robe. Hopping back onto his feet, Altaïr turned, eyes locking with Malik's briefly. ''I will take it upstairs.''
''Yes Grand Master.'' The three men bowed, an arm pressed against their chest. Altaïr stopped mid-stride, giving another glance and nod to the men before continuing his walk.
Setting the covered ball on the desk, Altaïr placed his hands on the wood, inhaling as pressure was put on his burns. He closed his eyes, mind racing through the events that transpired merely minutes ago. His hands clenched as he thought about his Master's betrayal. At the men he killed and for a purpose that was unjust and was against the Creed. How could he have been so blind?
Minutes passed before he made any movements. Soft footsteps echoed then came to a halt in front of the desk. Altaïr looked up when a forced cough resonated in the open room.
"I am sorry to disturb you Grand Master, but Malik wishes that I ask you what is to be done of the citizens. They have not yet healed from Mas- ahem- Al Mualim's actions."
Altaïr stared blankly at the man before him, then shifting his focus primarily on the golden ball. Silently contemplating what should be done.
"He and his men are to make sure nothing bad comes of the citizens. Do not let them leave the courtyard gate. If some are to be of trouble, then he is to decide what is to be done." Altaïr stood up straight, his gaze falling upon Malik's robe. "Leave."
"Yes Grand Master." The Assassin guard turned on his heel, his hand hovering over the hilt of his sword as he made his way down the steps to the courtyard.
Black cloth flew across the floor causing a puff of dust to float in the air. Altaïr glared as the map did not appear like it had before. Frowning harshly, he placed a hand over the metal, surprised at how cool it was. "Light will always burn.." He mumbled. Slipping his other hand beneath the ball, he picked it up, twirling it side-to-side in his hands. "Why has nothing happened?"
"It has happened." A smooth, feminine voice rang through the room.
Altaïr looked around, his body becoming tense. He walked forward, stopping directly above the Assassin symbol. "Where are you?" He demanded, pulling out his sword.
"I am here to tell you you are needed. You, who has not the idea of what is to happen."
"What are you talking about? Show yourself!" Altaïr turned round, desperately trying to find the voice's body.
"Silence! You are wasting time. You are to assist in what is to become. They need your help. Otherwise all will fail."
Altaïr tightened his grip on the golden ball, his jaw clenching. "I am listening."
"I have tried once before to speak thru the prophet, and so I did. I spoke to Desmond what was to be done and of my mistakes. I gave him warning. However, when he found the Piece of Eden in the Temple and I was revived. He brought forth someone that was not meant to be there. I had him do what needed to be done. Because of this, he has become weak. And now Life has become harder to bear. We need you to help him find the temples. To bring the Pieces together. You are the one person I believe is strong enough. You will help us succeed and stop the calamity that is to happen if nothing is done."
Altaïr scoffed at the voice, sword falling to his side. "What am I to do of Masyaf? I can not leave the people to be mindless. I can not leave Malik to deal with something that is my responsibility. Why am I to leave here when it is in a state of need? This man, Desmond, can take care of himself. Surely he is not as weak as you make it out to be?" Altaïr stopped himself from further asking the Voice questions. There was just so much running in his mind, too much happening in one day. But why did he have to be the one? How could he leave Malik after finally being forgiven?
"I will take care of them. He has lost Hope. Now it is time to go. Time has become thin with your questions."
Altaïr sheathed his sword, gaze falling upon the large window behind the desk. There was no noise coming from outside. All that could be heard was his calm breathing. A look of sadness etched on his face.
Placing both hands back onto the ball, he closed his eyes and nodded. It began to glow golden, light shining thru the cracks in the design. His breathing became short as the metal began to burn. Altaïr then gasped as he was thrust into white light, the brightness causing both his hands to reach for his face. The Piece of Eden disappearing.
"Do not worry for your home. All will be well."
