A/N: Finally uploaded this, I'll be editing this bit by bit throughout the week, so don't be surprised if it's completely changed. Anywho, enjoy :"")

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Edit 2: And part 2 has been edited :"") Currently working on Part 3

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Feet slammed against the stone pathway, as cries echoed across the walls of the bustling streets. People were shoved aside as the guards chased down a hooded figure in black. The figure was slender and tall, it's gender was very hard to identify with how baggy the clothing was, hiding away any possible hints.

Eyes darting around for an escape, the female cursed under her breath as she decided to follow her gut and take a left, barely dodging a woman carrying rather heavy and expensive looking pots. The female enjoyed the thrill, however the heat was starting to affect her movement, making her agile steps much sloppier than usual. The dark fabric that hid her identity was not exactly helping either, as the sun's usually warm rays soaked into the semi-thick fabric.

Bitting back a frustrated yell, the female came into contact with a dead end, cursing at her luck, as the heavy footsteps of the armed guards approached her, "Over there! I found them!", almost yelping in surprise at how close they were, the female shifted around uneasily, trying to find an escape.

The heaven's finally answered her silent prayers, as she noticed a rod jutting out of one of the walls, it was low enough for her to grab a hold off, to which she instinctively moved to do. Crouching down, the female focused her strength into her hind limbs before leaping upwards, her hands latching firmly onto the the metal like material. With a shake of her head, she feebly attempted to stable her beating heart, as she released a heavy breath; pulling herself onto the roof that was just an arms length away.

Luck was surely on her side as she had made it onto the structure in time, soldiers crowding around the area she was just standing in. "Where are they?!" , "They couldn't have gone far!", mummering passed through the group as the female laid flat against her back on the roof, using the semi small wall to hide her presence, as she tried to regain some of her lost stamina.

A mischievous smirk spread across her face as soon as she felt her body crack back into place, as if the aching from all the running never existed, what an uncanny trait to have. Shooting up, her movements must've caused her heavy outfit to rustle rather loudly, as a guard turned to look up at her, shock spreading across his features as he realised she had outsmarted them, but just as the male was about to shout out to his allies, the female laughed boisterously, a jeer engraved onto her hidden features.

"You tried, I'll give you that. However, a measly animal of the Earth, can never outsmart an entity of the sky!" , the soldiers were flabbergasted as they realised she was in fact, a she. Turning on her heel, she leaped forward, onto another building, her smile never leaving her face, "You may try! But you will never succeed."

Riling up the guards was one of the best feelings she's ever had, her sharp canine jutted out from her wry grin, as she began running from building to building,the guards feebly attempted to chase after, but in a matter of minutes she had lost them, causing her to laugh rather loudly when she heard their head officer scold them for letting a 'lowly peasant' get away with such an attitude.

From a afar, golden eyes observed the scene like an Eagle would when it hunted it's pray. Breathing out through his nose, the hooded male stood up. "I have finally found you, Falcon of Damascus."

Fists clenched, the female stormed through the rather large home, her expression etched with anger and frustration, though behind it all was another emotion. Head poking through the entrance of a study, the female strode in the moment she saw the person she had been looking for.

Sitting at the large desk was a handsome well-built male with a prominent and chiseled jawline, eyes a warm and welcoming shade of brown, while his short and messy midnight locks only added to his charismatic appearance. His gaze shot up from all the scattered papers he had been working on the moment he felt an uneasy presence, his mouth gaped slightly when he noticed his furious and bristling sister.

The girl seemed rather out of it; her usually straight light brown tresses, were frazzled and sprayed across her shoulder's messily, rather than being in a neat ponytail. Her hazel green eyes seemed to dart around in a somewhat panicked manner, her tan skin somewhat drained of it's naturally sun kissed colour. Overall, it seemed like she had run into a ghost of some sort, and it didn't help with the way her expressions kept shifting in between anger and fear.

Darting out of his seat, the male looked at his younger sister, concern enveloping his warm hues.

"It's Lashay."

The male's expression immediately dropped as the colour drained from his face, his sister's tone was cold and harsh, yet her expression spoke otherwise. Tilting his head, he gestured for her to carry on.

"That child does not know when to not interfere with other's problems!", the brunette sneered while the male huffed and shook his head, "Hawa, what exactly did she do to enrage you?", swallowing a breath of air, the female continued, "She..Lashay saved someone." The raven haired male blinked in confusion, "But what is so bad about that? Isn't that a good thing Hawa?"

Something within the female snapped as her eyes burned in outrage,"Asim! She could've died! She got in a fight with the guards and not just the normal city guards it was them.." Asim's breathing immediately hitched as he grabbed Hawa by the shoulder, "Are you sure?! They cannot find her. I promised fath-"

Suddenly pausing mid sentence, he brought a finger to his lips, as a gesture to tell his sister to remain silent. From upstairs, a soft thud of footsteps could be heard, causing him to nod to at his sister and speak in a hushed voice, "We will discuss this later, for now we must speak with Lashay."

Nodding back in understanding the female turned away and marched away to call her younger sister from the safety of her room.

Eyes weary, she checked her surroundings one last time before slipping though her bedroom window, which was thankfully large enough for her lanky figure to slide through. Landing with a light thud, the female released a heavy sigh, muttering to herself, "Another day, another victory I guess..", Removing her long black cape, she neatly folded it and set it onto her bed, for later use as she began to strip off the rest of her dark outfit.

Removing the vine red sash along with emblem that sat in the middle of it, she couldn't help but to admire the strange design. It looked much like an upside down 'v' with a curve connecting it at the bottom. In the centre was a circular design, which if she remembered correctly referred to an old legend about two beings of balance of sorts.

The crest was something that represented her family in a sense, but no one ever told her the true meaning to which she shrugged off, honestly not caring. Removing the leather gauntlets on her arms, she unlatched the short sword from it's position on her waist and kept it safely on a shelf, while a few hidden throwing knives were stashed away in various locations. She pulled off her tan boots, giving her feet the much needed freedom it pleaded for.

Just as she went to discard the robe, a light knock resounded through her room, startling her slightly, "Lashay, come downstairs immediately." Her older sister's voice seemed hoarse as if she had been yelling, causing the girl to grow worried for the older woman's sake. Quickly pulling off the dark robe, she was left in a white loose undershirt and black trousers that were tailored to fit her figure, slipping on a pair of sandals, the girl quickly tied her hair up into a messy bun with a ribbon she had found on her vanity.

Moving towards the door, a swarm of emotions clouded her thoughts as she looked down at the door knob, unsure on what she must do, "I have nothing to fear.", is what she told herself before pushing the door open, a new feeling burning through her veins. Closing the door behind her softly, her body directed her to the small staircase that led downstairs. With the smell of burning essences still fresh in the air, the female descended from the said stairs and quickly jogged towards her brother's study, her expression calm and unyielding.

"Brother? Sister?"

The said sibling looked up at their youngest sibling, as she fiddled with her hand's nervously, probably from the fear of being punished. Hey icy eyes seemed to be looking everywhere yet except at them, however her posture and her aura were polar opposites and they knew that. Though she looked frail and nervous, she was just waiting for someone to pick a fight with her, to which she'd respond with an almost bone-breaking amount of strength.

Lashay was nothing like her siblings, she wasn't tan, nor did she have their signature dark coloured features, in fact she was the polar opposite. A pale complexion that seemed to glow in any sort of lighting, icy blue hues that held such strong emotions that seemed almost endless, to top off her already foreign appearance, she had platinum blonde hair which had a mind of its own, doing whatever it pleased on different days.

Taking in a deep breath, Asim began, "Lashay, we need to talk.", nodding her head the female awaited what her brother and to say, however is seemed the male was at a loss for words, not knowing exactly what to say, but it seems that Hawa had other plans. Marching towards her sister, she lifted her hand as if making the motion to slap her, to which Lashay instinctively closed her eyes, awaiting the stinging sensation.

But it never came.

Peeking an eye open, she saw her sister's hand trembling, her expression faltering as tears threatened to spill. The blonde female stared in shock, her usually strong and bold elder sister was breaking down in front of her, causing her to wander what it was that Asim was really trying to tell her. Alas, before she got the chance to ask, Hawa threw herself at her, nearly knocking the younger girl off of her feet from the sudden impact.

"Ya Allah, Lashay! You could've died, you irresponsible idiot!" Her sister chocked out, causing the pale female to finally realise what this was about; her antics earlier today. Her brother walked over to them, his smile not reaching his eyes as he spoke, "Lashay, you may have chosen to be the silent vigilante of Damascus, however you still have us to worry about all the stunts your try to pull while saving another's life. But my little one, your life is just as precious. Today you could've ended up dead at the hand of those guards." Enveloping them into a group hug, the trio remained silent, before Lashay decided to finally speak up,

"Forgive me for my insolence, brother, sister. But I cannot just stand by when I know someone's in trouble."

Hawa nodded in understanding with a slight smile, "We know, little one. But please do be careful.", the younger female nodded her head obediently to which the brunette smiled gently to before speaking up softly, "You should go change, we have a performance tonight." The younger left her two sibling wordlessly after silently agreeing.

Turning to face one another, Hawa wiped away her tears to which her brother sighed, "Hawa, if they are after her, doesn't that mean-?", cutting her brother off, she gave him a look which clearly told him to shut up. "They already have one of their kind prowling the streets. He will surely invite her to join them and for her own good, I hope she agrees.

They are after all, the only ones who can help her now."

Slamming the door behind her, Lashay sighed in aggravation as she went searching for her outfit, "I am clearly not a child anymore." Multiple outfits were tossed out of the chest that she had kept them in as grumbled under her breath, before she suddenly paused. "Why do I have this feeling they are all but hiding something from me..?" Wordlessly, she immediately dropped the topic. How could she not have faith in her own kin? Was she that untrusting? Whatever it was to bring her to such thoughts was most definitely unsettling.

Standing form her position, finally setting on a white outfit, she laughed at the ironic thought that crossed her mind, "By day a mysterious shadow, but by night a white angel.", patting herself for such a silly thought, she began changing into the well crafted outfit, golden lining of embroidery glittered with the sunlight , the white satin like fabric was as sooth as silk.

But it seemed her senses thought otherwise as her body tensed and refused to move, as if telling her there was danger nearby, just as she had went to remove her shirt. Narrowing her eyes, she loudly called out to her sibling who was also most probably changing in the room beside her own, "Hawa! I think I'll go on ahead. I will meet you at our tent, alright?", hearing a muffled 'okay' from across the wall, the female quickly took her change of clothes and stuffed them into leather sling back, hastily throwing it over her shoulder while she slipped on another pair of sandals, stealthily climbing out her window and onto the roof.

Her head darted around as she tried to find the presence that was seemingly spying on her, however all she saw was flashes of white, which only added to her bits of growing fear. Deep down inside she wished to call out to this person, but her gut told her to run for the hills, so she decided to go with the latter, before leaping from building to building, trying to reach her destination before whatever it is that was watching her caught her in the open.

The pounding of her heart only seemed to grow louder with every step she took, as she came to realise that there was in fact, light footsteps trailing after her. Whoever it was that was tailing her, was definitely experienced in this kind of thing, however Lashay had the upper hand with her sensitive hearing, to which she smirked slightly at.

But it seemed Lady Luck decided that Shay's cockiness was getting a bit over bearing, thus causing the girl to stumble when her foot got caught between a small gap on the roof of a building. The female nearly screeched when she felt someone grab her from behind, but instead chose to silently struggle, since she knew no one could help her from this height.

"Calm yourself. I come in peace."

The person behind her smelt strongly of different spices and herbs, but her nose picked up the faint scent of sweat and blood, causing her body to immediately relax. In fear of what this man would do to her while she was unarmed. Grunting slightly, the male set her down, causing the female to whip around to identify her captor, only to come eye to eye with a man she had never seen before in her entire life.

He was handsome, at least from what she could see from under his cowl. Golden eyes seemingly piercing through her soul. He had a rather similar looking outfit to the one she wore, however the colours of his own were much different. Though what stood out the most to her was the emblem he bore. Not many knew it, but Shay was one of the few who did.

This man was an assassin.

Narrowing her eyes, Lashay spat, "In peace, huh? Says the man who nearly tackled me from behind? And i can assume you are also the one who has been watching me." The man's expression seemingly soured at her words, his eyes glinting sharply, "I would not speak to an armed person like that if I were you." , the female nearly growled, but her eyes lit up the moment she realised something, "But doesn't your supposed creed prevent you from using your blade on or against the flesh of an innocent?"

The man looked down at her, though his expression was passive, his eyes held how flabbergasted he was, how could such a girl like her know the creed? Shaking away from his thought he quickly took out the note that sat safely on his belt, handing it to the girl, who blinked in confusion.

"As you clearly already know," he started out harshly, "I am an assassin from Masyaf. I was sent by Al Mualim to deliver this message to you personally and to invite you to join the Brotherhood." The female looked up at the eagle eyed male silently, waiting for him to continue, "I do not expect your answer immediately, but you will have a few days to yourself to decide. I will be here in Damascus until you give me your answer. Do not even think of leaving until you give me your reply." Lashay nodded her head firmly, causing the Assassin's to 'hmmph' and turn away, moving to jump off the building.

Clenching her fist, Lashay called out to the man, "I do not know your name, how will you expect me to find you?" The man paused before he turned to the girl, a smirk etched into his face, "I'll give you a hint, Lashay, my name means Eagle. You are surely smart enough to find the answer I assume, after all I don't think you'd be called the nobel Falcon of Damascus for nothing."Turning away, he raised his hand as if to bid her goodbye, "Safety and peace to you, Shay. You better put up a good show tonight, by the way."

The blonde watched in shock as the male leaped off of the building, practically vanishing into thin air, causing the female to release a breath she didn't know she held. Looking over at the letter, she couldn't help but feel mixed feelings. The brotherhood could surely offer her the life of adventure she craved for, however she still had a duty to her family.

Sighing softly the female shook her head before safely storing the note away,

"May Allah guide me through these crossroads.."

Finally arriving at the camp where she would be performing, her sister who was already dressed came rushing out of the tent, dragging the semi-tired girl back into the said tent. "Shay! You aren't even dressed! Quickly, I will be performing soon, so please just..be ready, okay?", hastily leaving the tent giving Lashay her much needed privacy, the girl quickly tore open her bag and began changing into her other outfit as fast as she possibly could.

Thankfully the costume she wore had shorts underneath, after all the time she'd been dancing, she's encountered quite a few idiots who would try to peek up her skirt while she was onstage, thus leading to her wearing clothes tailored with excess fabric to act like pants below it to hide away anything those peeping toms would possibly want to see.

Looking at the mirror, she quickly lined her eyes thickly, not really caring for any other extra make up as she had on her golden accessories which greatly complimented her outfit. While fiddling with her earrings, her brother had silently entered the tent form behind, moving to call her, but stopped himself when he realised how she struggled with the piece of jewlry. Chuckling lowly, he moved to help her, causing the said girl to sigh in relief, she was just about done with that thing.

Standing up straight, the female performed a twirl to which her brother clapped approvingly to, the male looked at her with a soft expression before he set a hand on her shoulder, his face growing serious, "Lashay, no matter what you choose in life, know that your sister and I will always love you."

A warm feeling spread through her heart as she felt the genuine love her sibling had for her, causing the female to smile and nod meekly, " I understand brother.", the male let go of her and smiled encouragingly, "Go knock them dead, Shay."

"Will do brother."

Exiting the tent, the female climbed the makeshift stage as her performance was announced, her icy eyes glinting with fiery passion as she got into position. Gazing over at the crowd, she noticed a certain man in white watching from his perch on the wall, causing the female to smile slightly and mouth to him, to which if she was close enough she would realise that his expression grew from passive to shocked in mere seconds.

"Altaïr."

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"This better be worth my time."

"Oh it will be, dear child. It'll be worth every penny you've ever owned."