Chapter 1, The Rebirth.

"You have seen to my books?"

"Yes. Some we have sent with the Polos. The rest will go with me to Alexandria."

"Father, I do not understand... why did you build a library if you did not intend to keep your books?"

"You should go, when the Mongols return, Masyaf must be empty."

"I see.. this is not a library at all, this is a vault."

"It must stay hidden, Darim. Far from eager hands. At least until it has passed on the secret it contains..."

"What secret!?"

"Go, son. Be with your family, and live well."

The man had embraced his father, but no tears had fallen

"All that is good in me, began with you, father".

The father broke the hug, and closed the door between him and his son. As he slowly walked down the steps into the library, memories of him and his wife came flooding back...

"Maria" he thought to himself.

The old man soon burned out the flames on the torches of the stairwell.


"Maria! Where... where are you? Where is she!?"

"Gone, father. You do not remember? She's gone!"


"If you are asked, say that I sent the apple away. Tell them i sent it to Cyprus, or Cipango, or that I dropped it into the sea. Tell them anything that to keep men away from this place. This apple must not be found, not until the time is right. The man thought to himself as he placed a glowing, black and gold sphere onto a pedestal ,and proceeded to press a button sealing the object away.

He then went on to sit in a wooden chair, it was not cushioned or a piece of art, just an ordinary wooden rocking chair. The man fell into an eternal slumber, or so one would think.


No books... no wisdom... just a corpse sitting in a chair..

Requiescat in pace, Altair.


In a kingdom, in another time, in another place, known as Fiore.

A boy would appear in the forest, spontaneously out of thin air. He rose to his feet, all of a sudden he realized that he had been given another shot at life.

"Where am I?" He thought

The boy wore a white hoodie, with black pants and brown & black sneakers. On his pants was a belt with empty straps meant for throwing knives and he had a brown leather & bronze sheathe.

The boy saw a sword handle and proceeded to pull it. It revealed a sword with a cutlass that look like an eagle, it was his old sword from when he was an Assassin.

He pulled his hood up and proceeded into the town of Magnolia.


Once there, he noticed that there was a brawl between two bandits and a knight who was trying to fight them off.

The boy proceeded to sprint and free run up one of the houses to get a closer look.

The knight tried his best to fight, but was felled when one of the bandits blasted him with a black flame of some sort.

Seeing as the knight was incapacitated, he jump off the building and out of nowhere, a bluish-silver blade materialized into his wrist.

He slammed the bandit who was about to silence the knight, shocking everyone around him. However he restrained himself from killing the bandit as he was knocked out. The boy stared at the blade that appeared in his wrist with curiosity, "a hidden blade?" he thought to himself. The other bandit attempted to swing at the boy with his ax, but the boy caught it and proceeded to kick the bandit in the stomach causing him to loosen his grip on the handle, the boy ripped the weapon from the bandit and kicked him in the face, knocking him out as well.

The bystanders were shocked to see the boy take down both bandits with such grace and ease. One short elderly man looked at the boy with interest.

The knight got up and stared at the boy. "What is your name, son?"

"My name..." the boy said

"Is Altair Ibn-La' Ahad" he answered

The knight chuckled and said "Well Altair, I've never seen a boy your age fight quite like you just did".

"Boy?" Altair thought, he looked at his reflection and was shocked to see that he resembled an eleven year old child

"You obviously must be a mage, I saw you use some sort of magic when you attacked the bandits, what guild do you belong to?" The knight said.

"Mage?, Guild?, Magic? He thought to himself, he than looked at the knight and calmly asked:

"Sir, I can't remember much, but where am I exactly?

"Hm? How can you not know where you are, kiddo? You're in Magnolia one of the cities in the Fiore kingdom" the knight responded

"Fiore?, Magnolia? Something isn't right, but then again, considering what's happened so far I shouldn't be so doubtful." "Okay" Altair said

"Now can you describe what this "magic" is in particular?"

"Did you hit your head son?" "Magic is an art that is used by almost everyone in Fiore, it makes daily life easier and those who dedicate their lives to it are known as mages, these said mages are known to form guilds that take jobs that require magical expertise" the Knight said to him in a somewhat shocked tone.

"Do you need to seek medical attention, Altair?" the knight asked

"No I will be fine however, you might wanna patch yourself up after that fight".

"I suppose you are right, by the way my name is Sable de Robert" Sable said

Altair twitched at the name but paid it no mind "It was nice meeting you sir".

"Also kid you oughta' join a guild, people can use a hero like you" Sable said as he walked away.

"I wonder what guilds are here in Magnolia" he muttered to himself

Overhearing his words, the elderly man walked up to the boy.

"You should feel happy about yourself, Altair" he inquired "You did just beat S-Class dark mages with ease".

"Hm?" Altair turned his head to see an short, old man with a smile on his face

Altair then used his special "Eagle Sense" to identify the man as friend or foe

"Y'know my boy, if you want to join a guild, why don't you join Fairy Tail?" The man asked "My name is Makarov and I happen to be the leader of the guild" he said proudly.

"How do I know you're not lying" Altair replied; Makarov sheepishly chuckled at the statement, most people would generally comment on his height and age but not Altair, it seemed as if he just didn't trust people overall. Makarov then took a deep breathe and turned into a giant. He looked to see Altair's shocked face but was shocked himself to see Altair smirking.

"Okay then, I accept" he said; "Good however, can you remove your hood I'd like to see your face if you don't mind". Realizing he was no longer an Assassin, Altair removed his hood without fear. Makarov stared into Altair's dark brown eyes, Makarov could tell that this boy had seen more in his life than he should but Makrov didn't question him.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail my boy! Where the only rules are to be free and have fun!" Makarov exclaimed

Altair's smirk turned into a smile, for once in his legacy he was truly happy.