Hey everyone it's Deeny. Don't know why but I started writing a new fic with Altaïr on a whim. Don't worry I will update my other fic too. I have a very busy mind so I just start writing whatever comes in to my head first! As always, please be kind. Comment, review, be lovely, it's up to you! Enjoy. :) xx
DISCLAIMER: Assassin's Creed and its characters are owned by Ubisoft. Original Characters are of my own creation.
The sun was about to set over Acre, the soon to be night sky awash with subtle colours of blue fading in to purple and the rich hue of red circling the lowering sun. Lamplighters set about their business of lighting the streets for when the darkness set in. Many people who had flooded the streets during the day had however returned home, but may were still wandering the streets as well as the guards; the light creating demonic looking shadows cast by their armour. Under the cover of darkness, a lone figure hurried along the towns' rooftops with swift haste toward Acre's rich district. Coming through from the poor district and cutting through the middle district through to the rich stimulated the figures senses. His ears were met with the sound of near silence, his nose twitched with the odour of filth, his eyes having to adjust to the lack of light; people in the poor district were already preparing to sleep for the night in order to wake up bright and early for a hard day of manual labour. Passing through the middle district the smell of filth was less fierce, more lamps lit the streets and the sound of families returning home for their evening meal filled his ears. The rich district was always lively in the evening. The streets were clean and well lit, people dressed in their finest would gather in groups to attend gatherings and parties to dance and be merry. This was a life fuelled by money and privilege, where little work had to be done. The figure soon entered the rich district and headed straight toward a rather grand building on the outskirts that almost resembled a castle. Whilst it was grand in its architecture, it wasn't very domineering in height. Beautifully tended gardens surrounded the rear of the building, consisting of various lush trees and flowers. The residents of this building were money people. Keeping a garden like this required a lot of money in order to keep everything alive and blooming in the dry heat of Acre. Many lit ornate braziers were dotted around the garden, taking the chill away from the ever increasingly cold advance of the night. The braziers lit paths of gravel round the garden that lamps hanging from wrought iron poles could not.
The figure noticed that guards were only posted at the front of the building but not round the back, taking advantage of this lack of security; the figure dropped quietly in to the garden and slowly but cautiously walked round the edged of the garden wall using the various stone statues and rose arches as makeshift cover. But this person was not alone in the garden. Toward the centre sat another figure on an elaborate stone bench which surrounded a rather large fire pit. The garden's intruder had orders to meet with a new informant in Acre that evening just after dusk. The person sat in front of the fire pit seemed to be engrossed in something, maybe a book. Their back was straight showing good posture. The intruder crept ever closer. Was this the informant?
'Sit.'
The person sat on the bench did not move but spoke instructions to the intruder, who did as they were told.
The figure sitting in front of the fire pit reading was a young woman no more than twenty five years of age. She closed the book she was reading and set it down beside her as she turned to the person she ordered to sit next to her. She didn't look like a normal noble of Acre. Her skin was pale and flushed from the heat of the fire pit, her eyes were steady and dark; almost as if she were about to drift off in to a deep slumber though the yellowy glow from the fire didn't give much indication as to their colour. Her hair was a mellow dark brown and hung in loose waves around her shoulders and was highlighted with glints of shiny gems adorning hair pins that tied back hair from her face. She was wearing a dark green, fitted ankle length dress with long sleeves which clung to her arms. It almost looked black from the lack of natural light and showed her pale décolletage; prominent collar bones down to the top of her full bosom. By the way she was dressed the locals would see her as a sinful woman from baring her flesh like she did. But she was a noble and had the power to do as she pleased if she wished.
The woman concentrated on the figure sat next to her. She could barely see anything of him. The figure was definitely male; his build gave away that much but she could not see his face as he was sat with his arms resting on his knees and his hood covered head lowered slightly. He was wearing white robes trimmed with a red sash and adorned with various belts shimmering with several weapons. This was her contact that she was told would be arriving this evening. He gave off the aura of danger and mystery; this aroused her sense of intrigue.
'Face me Assassin.' The woman said sternly. She wanted to satisfy her intrigue for this man. Again he did as he was told and turned to face her. His hood was still masking most of his face but she could tell what he was hiding under there. He stared at her with an amber gaze that belonged to a man who had seen and done many terrible things in his life. The lower half of his face was all that was somewhat visible. He had caramel coloured skin, a strong chin and jaw, a well-defined nose and full lips decorated with a scar that could not be ignored. The scar and his stare piqued her interest even more, she knew from what she could see of him that he was handsome and that he would be exciting.
'You have information for me.'
His voice was smooth, calm and very certain.
'That I do. But first, tell me your name.' The woman asked as she stared back at him. She knew that the man was on guard around her even though she was a woman. Though that may even be the fact that he was on guard. Disciplined men like him were often warned of women, especially ones that spoke and looked like her. The man remained silent. That was not something she was privy to.
'Well if that is how you want to play it then fine. My name is Lady Eloise Saint-Clair. You can call me Lady Eloise or Lady Saint-Clair, I do not care which.' The woman's voice sounded. 'I can understand that you want to leave my presence as soon as possible so I will not waste any more of your time. My father and my uncle will be leaving within the next few days along with Robert De Sable. To where I am not sure but I assume it is Garnier de Naplouse who is your target?'
The man flinched at her knowing who his target was; he would have to pursue how she knew this at another time.
'Yes.' The man replied.
'Well it is about time something was done about him.' The woman spat. 'The man is a butcher. What I can tell you now is that he normally has guards patrolling his work but seeing as most will be away from Acre travelling then you should be able to carry your task out easily. If you return here in the next few days I should know more.'
This is what the man was here for. Inside information regarding the Templars. He now knew that the woman's family was involved somehow but that was not his business. Anything that made his job easier was welcome but the man was still undecided if he completely trusted the woman or not. The man eventually rose from the bench as the woman had stopped speaking.
'I shall return then. Good evening.'
He left as quick as he came. Lady Eloise was still sat on the bench now slightly grinning as she watched the white robes of the Assassin flutter over the garden wall with such grace.
'I see a challenge in front of me.' She said to herself.
