A/N: This was set a couple of years before the incident at Solomon's Temple :/ Basically meaning that Altair is about 19 AT THE LEAST. Al Mualim...I have no idea how old he was anyway, but he's 6 years younger. Guessing his wife is the same age, I'd say about 40.

Okay, a little bit of the background: Lady Disásk is the leader of the most famous army of Jerusalem (and the strongest). Yes, she is a woman, because women are cool too. Asera is Al Mualim's wife, she's an awesome character, not an OC. My OC is Princess Senzalia but she's not in this story :L Al Mualim met her at a party when they were 17. AGES ago. Okay, she has as much control of Masyaf as Al Mualim, she calls the orders aswell, mainly because everyone's too scared to tell her any different. She's really a lovely person, but just deep down...REALLY deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down. Malik is a rafik, even though he hasn't lost his arm yet, it's just that Asera didn't think he had the ability of an assassin so she assigned him to the rafik of Jerusalem. Kadar is Malik's brother, but he's a novice. He's about...11? I dunno, just stick with 11.

(****Normal P.O.V****)

"Have you finally decided who you are going to apply this assassination to?" A female asked, tapping her shiny finger nails on the arm of the wooden chair. Al Mualim turned his attention to her from reading his books, "After a long time of discussion, I have indeed." He stroked the small beard appearing on his chin rounding to a mustache under his nose.

"So out with it, who?" She smirked wittingly, ready to insult his decision quickly,

"You would not reconise the name." he bit back, she blinked,

"I am your wife, I have seen just as many documents as you!" Al Mualim agreed to the statement, he had lost; once again. There was no winning an arguement towards women, especially this one. The wife of Al Mualim, Asera. She was feirce with words but calming to one in sorrow, that is why Al Mualim had agreed to marry her, not because of her long black hair and deep brown eyes and her beauty, but because of her strong witted heart and her ability to cause fear upon another. His thoughts faded to the sound of a young man calling his name, his attention was caused upon a young novice who bowed once Al Mualim had turned to see him, "Master, I have delivered the documents to the Rafik of Jerusalem as you asked."

(****Asera P.O.V****)

I watched as the young man approached my husband, who had now gone deep into thought after I had won the battle between words. Sometimes I just began to think that he purposely did this so he didn't have to show loss of victory. Other than that, or he was just plain stupid. But that's why I married the fool. After I had seen how much power he had over the young men of the kingdom, I fell straight in love with him. I love a man of power, also a man of great wit and is able to tell the truth to the one he loved.

The young man bowed straight away and applied him as 'Master', though he didn't sound very commited. He took a quick look at me then back at Al Mualim. All the young novices stared at me, I was indeed the most beautiful woman of Masyaf, it was difficult not to.

"Master, I have delivered the documents to the Rafik of Jerusalem as you asked." He bowed, he wasn't a day over 18, could this be the boy Al Mualim was going to send to defeat Lady Disásk? He was far too young and not very noble.

"Very well, your service here is done." Al Mualim thanked, he then waved his hand "You may leave." With another bow, the young novice left in a hurry.

"Oh, and what documents are these?" I asked raising an eyebrow at my husband,

"The documents on the assassination that will be carried out."

"You have still been absent to tell me who is doing this mission." I said, annoyed at the fact. Again, we were interupted by a voice, I looked over to see what weak novice dared to interupt, but my eyes stopped at a tall and broad figure standing strongly infront of Al Mualim. He bowed saintly and began his sentence, "You wished to speak with me, master." He said, his voice strong and commited, 'Smart boy' I thought and a small smirk appeared on my face. His features were hidden by a hood, only I could see his scarred lip.

"Ah, Altair, I have a mission for you." Al Mualim began, I blinked a few times in surprise, 'He? He was the man...BOY to complete this mission?' I thought in daft order, "I have given you a mission of great strength and responsablity," I was waiting for a wide smile to appear on the boy's face and for him to shine with glee, but there was nothing. I was frustrated that there was nothing wrong with this student, Why wasn't there anything wrong with this student?

"You will be assassinating Lady Disásk of Jerusalem." Al Mualim finished. I waited for an error to appear on the boy, I glared expecting him to shiver with fear, expecting him to run, expecting him to look me in the eye and quiver into darkness! But none of it happened, he continued looking upon Al Mualim, listening to his discription, taking in every detail. I sighed to myself and slouched back in the chair, twirling my hair between my fingers.

(****Altair P.O.V****)

Her, she, that woman, I could feel her glaring at me. Her glares peircing my body like prickling daggers. I tried not to look at her, knowing she would be able to easily intimidate me so I kept my mind on taking in the details of the mission. Once Al Mualim had finished speaking, I nodded and left the library down the stairs to the main hall, preparing my journey. Strangely, once I approached the stables where the horses were kept, SHE was there, glaring at me. I bowed in her presence, showing my respect.

(****Asera P.O.V****)

This boy, he interests me. I have never heard of him before. Altair IbnLa'Ahad. Son of none, who was he? I decided to take a walk to the stables and pet the horses, knowing very well that Altair would appear there soon, ready to leave. I lifted my silk dress above my feet and strolled to the main entrance of Masyaf, waiting for him. Soon I saw him approaching me, he didn't seem to notice me until he was a couple of centimetres away, he bowed to me. I lifted his chin to my face so his eyes were upon mine, I was suprised how tall he was. I looked at him, hoping for a sign of fear, hoping for one little error that I could use against him! Damn, why was this fool so perfect? His golden eyes stared directly into mine, showing no particular emotion. I let go of his chin and sighed, "Who are you?"

He paused for a moment before responding, "I am Altair IbnLa'Ahad."

"I didn't mean it like that!" I snapped, now frustrated. Nothing, he didn't even flinch. Neither did he respond. Those eyes, I remembered them. I felt like I did the first time I'd met Al Mualim, after one petty meeting and a look in the eye, I was in love.

"My apologies." I admitted before leaving back to the castle.