Hello Assassin's Creed fans! I really hope I do this story justice and I also hope you like it. I have a friend who proof reads for me and from what she says, she really likes my story so far, so I hope you do too ^-^ I'm welcome to criticism, but please don't be a jerk about it. I also have a picture I drew of my main character on if you want to check that out. I have a link on my home page. Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1

A man's chuckle filled the room, but it wasn't the type of chuckle that lightened moods or make the room warm. It was a dark kind of chuckle. The type you only hear if someone was about to finally get even for something.

"So the trap is all set then." The man who chuckled finally said. He was in a botanist, or flower shop. Gazing at the wondrous variety of different plants of all shapes and sizes to add to his home for other's to envy.

The other man was keeping a watch out for any eavesdroppers, but trying to be inconspicuous about it. "Yes, the plans are all set up. The assassin won't know what hit him. It's finally, a step closer for the Templars to gain back their power!" The man started to get louder at the last sentence and was quickly hushed by the other.

"Quiet you fool! One of his allies could be nearby and you could've given away our entire plan and it would be ruined!" The man shrunk a little and peered around to see if anyone was looking. Of course there wasn't anyone looking. Any real eavesdropper hides in plain sight as they hope to listen for something fruitful.

'An assassin is in the city? This could be the chance I was hoping for! Come on; tell me where this 'trap' is going to happen? It must be in Damascus since they're here in the first place, but where in the city could it be?' I was really getting anxious, but I kept my face calm and my hands moving as I was before.

The man finally calmed down enough for his face to brighten with that evil smile of his from what I could see from my peripheral vision. Ugh. How I despise these men, if you could even call them that. They don't even deserve the title. "So, when is it going to happen? Is it going to happen soon?" The man seemed to barely contain himself; almost as if a young child.

"Tonight; around midnight or so. He'll be surrounded by archers and guards so fast he won't know what hit him. And the walls are set so it'll make so it will be difficult for even him to scale it. And by that time, our archers will have him." Then, that was when they started to leave.

'NO; you fools! Where is it going to happen? I have time and date, but where are they going to do it!' Yet the men left, both taking different paths and disappearing into the crowds. I let a scowl cover my face with no one around to see it. "So close." I whispered under my breath. I needed to get out tonight and try to find where this trap is going to happen. Hopefully I'll eavesdrop on some more loudmouth guards or allies of the Templars to find out where. It was around closing time anyway.

I was lucky enough that I left the shop open long enough for them to come through. I suddenly found myself thanking my old mentor drilling into me patience is the most important attribute to have in life. I guess she finally proved me wrong; even though she did that plenty of times.

Quickly closing the gate to the shop and locking it, I moved quickly up the stairs to my room, seeing the sun quickly setting now. 'I only have a few hours, I hope that's enough time.' Moving quickly through the room, I moved the carefully placed stacks and opened the chess to find what I was looking for.

"Hello lovely." Swiftly, but carefully, grabbed the cloak and hood ensemble of my own design. The color of the desert sand, the cloak had an extra flap over the left side to conceal something more easily, fitted with a hood. Quickly changing my clothes to something more appropriate for the occasion, I quickly fixed on some pants and shirt, throwing on some light fit armor over my thighs and arms with an armor piece over my chest. Quickly strapping on my boots, I threw my cloak over myself and pinned it on.

Going back over to the chest, I slipped on an elbow length glove: moving my fingers around to make sure it was fitted. Then, slipping on my belt I placed my throwing knives in the slots. Finally, I reached in at my prized weapon; a long bow of my own design that took me a good eight months to carve and train it to bend to the string without breaking. I grabbed my quiver of arrows, quickly strapping them to my back along with my bow.

I stood there a moment; reminiscing my first time putting on this garb. I shook my head to get out of the flashback moved toward the ladder in the corner. I climbed it quickly, pushing up the latch and onto the rooftop. Already the winds have picked up and closed my eyes as it caressed my face.

Snapping my eyes' open, I darted to the first place I knew for archers to be, up in the middle distract; that being one of the only advantages of Damascus, having very few archers.

I quickly ascended another wall and jumped across the rooftops. Finally after ascending one of the higher rooftops, I spotted a few archers mingling. 'Of course they're not doing their jobs. So incompetent, but that makes my job easier.' I thought to myself as I jumped forward onto the ledge. Instead of pulling myself up, I let myself linger to see if I could hear anything useful.

"—and she ended up spilling everything all over the table. Let's just say she's not allowed in the kitchen for a while." I heard the middle of the conversation. 'Come on, say something useful!' I yelled in my mind. I needed something now!

I heard the other man start laughing as they continued to go onto worthless subjects. 'Damn. I'm going to have to keep looking.' And this is all I found for another two hours with no bit of information about the location of the trap.

I jumped onto a rooftop and leaned against a wall, brooding. "I haven't seen any Templars roaming about. They have to be here somewhere. There's always at least a couple unless. . ." Right then I heard footsteps and I quickly hid behind the wall I was against.

I heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as the feet kept moving. "Damn it, I hate the night shift and of course it's starting to get cold out. And they only did it for extra security for that trap their setting for that accursed assassin."

My eyes widened with anticipation. 'Yes! This is the breakthrough I was hoping for!' I shifted just the smallest bit to try to hear better right when I heard another set of feet.

"Well hello there Rabi. Hating the cold I see." Hearing the humor in his voice. They continued on with small talk for a few minutes before I started to get irritated. 'Enough with this stupid babbling; I want answers now!' I may be patient, but this is freaking ridiculous. I then came up with an idea and smirked. 'Let's see if I can't, persuade them.'