Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction about the universe of the first video game "Assassin's Creed" (it is actually a french original fanfiction that I translated into English to share with more people, sorry for my bad english... If anyone would like to propose a better translation, go ahead!^^)
The story takes place before the events of the first video game, and also concerns other previous events from the novel "Assassin's Creed: the Secret Crusade" by Oliver Bowden.
Welcome to an immersion in the past of the main characters as I imagine it, and the way things were going until the tragedy at the beginning of the first game. Hope you'll enjoy it.
Each chapter will be provided by Altaïr's vantage point, then Malik's.
Disclaimer: I do not own neither the Ubisoft's game, nor its characters.
I remember very well Al Mualim's words when I officialy joined the Brotherhood. His speech had such an impact on me... It left an indelible mark on my life.
"Don't ever take any decision lightly, Altaïr. Being an assassin is no as easy to handle as you seem to think... Each time you take a life, you also stain your soul with blood and choice. You carry always more weight on your shoulders. By continually stealing lifes, some men became insane".
His speech left an indelible mark on my life... but not because of its truthfulness. Quite the reverse.
Al Mualim is the wisest man I ever known, but this time, he was wrong.
I've never been haunted by none of the existences I stolen. They just... vanished in the haze, at the moment the soul fled out from the body. They don't exist anymore but in memories. Harmless.
I do not fear the dead.
I fear the living. I fear his face on the horizon of my mind and sleep. I fear that storm inside, howling, roaring, taking control of my thoughts at the darkest hours, forcing me to embrace, in an endless torture, the memory of the mistakes I did, in order to atone for my sins forever.
If someone haunts me today, it is definitely Malik Al-Sayf.