SO. This was written in middle school. It is now a shitpost fic. Nothing it true, everything is permitted. AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF IT. It was so bad written out I actually changed multiple scenes and shortened it so I could just be done.

I have sinned badly.

Running through the streets was a small ten year old boy. After successfully taking an apple from a stand he ran for his young life. "Thief! Stop him!," the vendor cried as the guards were beginning to close in on him. Yet luck was on his side as it was on most days. His small limber body was able to quickly avoid large obstacles, as well as going into the cracks of alleys no grown man could fit in. Making sharp and erratic turns, he lost the infuriated guards in the crowd of people.

Hiding behind a box, he hungrily began to devour the large juicy apple. He sighed sadly, throwing the core into a box near by. 'I hate this,' he thought. 'All dad cares about is finding sister. Never care if I die.,' he continued. His older sister ran away, his father thought to her mother's house but no such luck. His father was always too busy now, busier than usual.

Frankly the boy didn't care if his sister was found. Everytime he asked if he could play with her, she always responded with something cruel. He didn't know why he kept asking. Everytime he would get something, she would break it. Even when he wasn't doing anything, she would constantly beat him and make him feel like a squirming worm beneath her slender foot. When he would tell his father, he wouldn't believe him. He never did. The boy sniffled a bit. 'Who needs family? All they do is make you feel bad.,' he thought to convince himself.

Nobody cared, all because his sister got every gift of genetics from their father and did she like to rub it in his face. The only genetic traits he got from his father was anger and last name. For some reason he was always taller than the average person of his age too. Sniffling, the boy rubbed his eyes with his dirty hands. 'I want a home that cares about me…,' he thought sadly. "There's the little hithen!," a guard cried. Quickly the boy got up and ran, only to run into guards who looked incredibly angry. "Thought you could hide you little shit?," one guard hissed as he lifted him up by the collar of his torn shirt. That's when he couldn't take it anymore. The boy began to cry. Trying to get out of the iron clad grip he began to wail. Little did he know his wails would be answered. Down the street a ways, was a man in a long brown tunic with a hood.

The man stopped momentarily to hear better, then quickly tore down the street with his sword drawn. The man lunged himself at the guards. When they all fell he put his bloodied sword back in its sheath. Carefully, he knelt down to the crying child. "It's ok. They can't hurt you anymore.," he said softly. "What is your name little one?," he asked. Sniffling, the boy spoke between sobs," Altair…," wiping his eyes he continued," What is yours sir?," he asked. "Obi Juan Cannoli.," he said smiling. "Where is your home Altair?," Obi asked. "Far away. I don't want to go back."

"Why is that? Have you forgotten the way?"

"Sort of…," Altair said, kicking a rock gently. Obi stood up slowly, not to startle him," Would you like to stay with me?," he asked. Altair yawned, rubbing his dark gold eyes and nodding. Obi carefully put the sleepy child on his horse, Vader, and began to ride to Masyaf, the main base of the brotherhood.

In Masyaf…

When Obi reached the stables he gently took the small, thin boy down from the saddle. Three boys ran to greet their future teacher. Their names were Larry, Noname, and Malik. "Welcome back Master Obi," said Noname softly. "Did you enjoy your trip to Jerusalem?," Larry asked, unaware of the new boy. Malik stared at the boy for the longest time, actually staring at him since he came into the stables. "Who is that?," he asked, stepping away for his mentor. Altair yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What is this place?," he asked, voice full of sleep. "This is Masyaf young one, welcome to your new home," Obi smiled.

Setting him down Obi left to fix him a room. Altair shifted uncomfortably from the hard gazes. "So who are you exactly?," Malik asked, his arms crossing. Altair avoided the older boy's glare. "Just a kid." Carefully a boy stepped forward," I am Noname.," he said," That's Larry and Malik." Larry was petting Vader happily. "You said your name was Altair?," he asked," How did-" "Master Obi said it when waking you up." He smiled," Nice to meet you!," Larry barked grinning madly. Altair seemed shy. "Are there...baby animals here?" "Yeah but they're with their moms now." "Why so curious?," Malik asked, narrowing his eyes. "Well...I'm good with animals...It'd be the best way to earn my stay here." "Just because Mentor says doesn't mean the high Mentor will agree." Larry shoved him," Come on Alty, I'll show you around!"

After a good three hours, Altair grew tired. "And this is the training area! We're gonna train here to be assassin-," he mouth was covered by Malik. "Don't spill out our secrets." "What secrets?"

Malik smirked," If you want to know then you'll need to climb the wall of….DOOM," he smirked, pointing to a rather dangerous looking wall. "Malik….He's gonna be here, we can just tell him-" "No! It's a rite of passage for kids.," he crossed his arms defiantly.

"I just gotta climb the wall and I'm good?" Malik smiled," Yep." Sighing, Altair walked to the wall. Larry and Noname's eyes widening," No! You don't have to! Malik's just being a jerk!" "I can do it." The two other boys looked unconvinced but shook their heads quietly as he walked to the wall. "...Just to the top?," Altair asked. "To the top and a leap into that hay bale," Malik said, smirking. Staring up at the hard rock face, Altair sighed.

Dusting off his hands he grasped the wall. That's when he noticed the faint glow in the dull gray. Standing still, he blinked. 'Ok….,' he thought, shifting his hand only to have the view disappear in a flash. Startled, he pulled a rock loose and it ended up slamming into his mouth. "Go already!," Malik said, frowning. Ignoring the pain, Altair began to climb the path he saw moments before.

Each movement becoming easier the more he climbed. It felt right. At the top, Altair panted, wiping his bloodied face. "Hey check out that kid! " "Think he'll fall?" "Shut up Dominix!" Altair watched the hay bale below, his breath evening out. Spreading his arms, he fell. Soaring like an eagle for a brief moment before he flopped into the bale.

"That was so cool!," Noname said, smiling as he ran up."Woah! What happened to your face?!," Larry asked incredibly worried.

Malik stared for a moment," ...Come on...I'll take you to the medic.," he said, grasping his arm and practically dragging him. "That was pretty cool though." He admitted.

After getting cleaned up, Altair was lead to his new room. Waving good nights to the three boys before retreating in. It was then he noticed a scroll on his bed. Taking it, he frowned. He didn't know how to read. There was a knock on the door, startling out of his state. Opening the door, he blinked," Obi?"

"Yes, may I come in?"

He let the man in, the two standing a bit awkwardly. "Altair, I'd like to ask you something." The boy tilted his head. "I'd like for you to be an apprentice to our order." Obi paused," You could live here and learn the ways of our creed. To help people and protect the innocent. To defend yourself if needed." He paused again," I saw how well you climbed the wall Altair. Very skilled." "I….saw this weird thing…." Altair started, Obi going silent. "It was all gray and only a path of gold lead the way up. When I moved it was gone." Obi smiled," That's one of the gifts of our creed. You are a descendant."

Altair blinked," ...Does this mean you guys are my family?" "In a way." "And you….want me here?" "Yes, most definitely." Altair thought for a moment before smiling. His torn lip crinkling slightly," Ok then. I want to join."

Obi smiled," Welcome to the creed."