I do not own Assassins's Creed, as much as I wish I did. Karif, Jericho, Kamal, and Jamillah belong to me. Sorry Altair and some others are OOC...
My name is Jamillah bint Imran. I even have to repeat it to myself to remember.
I stared at a blank paper. That is what I would have written... if I knew how. "Jamill!" My mentor called, and I took a few moments to realize it. I stood, ran my hand through my short golden hair before pulling on the gray hood. "Coming." I murmured, making my voice sound rougher. I'd had a lot of practice at that.
"Moving slow again boy? Perhaps I should make to run, get you to hurry up in the morning. Go." The older assassin said simply, and I nodded then took off running. I learned a long time ago I'd be better off just followed orders. My hard leather boots barely hit the ground for a few seconds as I raced around the fortress. Panting softly, I finally made my way back to my master.
"See? Now why can't you move so quickly when I call you?" Karif asked, then dismissed me. "Go train with the others."
"Yes master." I nodded quickly then headed over to them. My legs and lungs still burned from my run, but it felt comforting, knowing I was getting stronger. I felt someone pulling me over to them, and my hazel eyes locked onto the warm honey brown of Altair's gaze. "Why did you do that?" I nearly squeaked and he covered my mouth.
"Quiet." He whispered then let go to turn back to the training ring. "You're up next." I scowled at him before gazing at the man already inside.
"Perfect..." I muttered before climbing over the fence. Kamal
"I don't wanna do this." I growled at Altair as he moved me into the ring.
"You have to." He said simply then watched as Kadar went after me. Somehow, I had managed to get onto to his back. Not seconds later, he was down on the ground, holding a hand to his noes. Of course it wasn't broken, but Altair later told me he said it hurt like hell.
I shook the memory out of my mind as my eyes landed on Kamal. What is with everyone being taller then me? Seriously, even Kadar was at least a head...or two taller. I blinked a few times before realizing I was standing still and he was just staring at me. Staring at me with those dark brown eyes. "What are you looking at?" I asked then began to move about the ring, studying his stance. "Your move." I said simply, standing up straight. Suddenly, my back slammed against the ground. What in the name of Allah just happened? I glared up at him, only to be greeted by a slight smirk. "You told me to move." He mused then helped me up. Well, at least he isn't a pain...
A smirk played on my lips as I helped him up from the ground, a little more effort added of course. "Safety and peace brother." I nodded then slipped out of the ring. Kamal disappeared into the crowd and out of my sight. Altair walked up to me. "Come. Time to get rid of your fear."
My face paled. "But-"
"Watch out!" Someone yelled, making me turn around quickly. A wild horse ripped though the sand, knocking me over as it rushed past me. I quickly moved out of the way before the horse's hoofs landed right where I had been. Someone grabbed ahold of my arms and pulled me out of the street. My brother patted my head before letting go, only to have my short arms wrap around his waist. "Thank you." I whispered, not knowing that'd be the last time I'd see him.
I shook my head slightly, blinked a few times then looked up at Altair as he spoke.
"Jamillah" He whispered my name. "I doubt you can walk all the way to Jerusalem when it comes time. Just trust me." I sighed softly and nodded.
"Alright..." I didn't like it, but I knew he was right. Besides, if the others knew I was afraid of horses...I'd never hear the end of it.
"Let's go then." He said simply and I followed after him toward the stables. The neighing of horses grew louder the closer we got until we where at the entrance. I could feel my hair stand on end as a grayish brown stallion was brought over to me. "He's gentle as a lamb, I doubt you'll have a problem with him." Altair stated then grabbed ahold of my wrist. "Calm." I forced myself to relax as my hand was placed on the stallion's muzzle. His huge pink tongue brushed against my fingers, and I had trouble not laughing.
"It..tickles." I chewed on my lip before my hands moved up to stroke his short mane, with was soft to the touch. "Does he have a name?" I gazed at the Assassin next to me. "If not...Could I name him?"
Altair perked a brow before shaking his head. "Don't really take time to name most of them."
I frowned then began to think. "...Jericho." I said simply then looked over the horse as his wet nose brushed against my cheek. Altair waited for a few moments before pushing me onto the saddle. I glared down at him before becoming ridged.
"Animals can since fear and frankly, so can I. Calm." I felt his finger tips brush against my lower leg, and I began to chew on my lip again. He was just checking the stirrup...
"Altair." Malik stood in the entrance. Thank Allah he didn't see that...Though I did have doubts by the way he looked at me."I need to talk to you." Altair nodded, not even sparing a glance at me as he walked out of the stables. I stared at the ground before slipping my feet out of the stirrups. "Jericho...Down please." I whispered into the horses ear, and he kneeled just enough for me to get out of the saddle and onto the ground. Quietly, I made my way toward them and made sure the two couldn't see me.
"What is going on with you Altair? You never treat anyone like that, especially a novice." I could hear the irration in Malik's voice. Why isn't Altair saying anything? "Is it because Jamill is a woman?" My heart thumped in my throat as I stood frozen to the ground. How did he find out? I know Altair didn't tell anyone...Did he?
The rest of their words were drowned out as my master called me. This time, I didn't hesitate as I moved out of the stable and ran toward him, and away from Malik. Thank Allah.
Well, I hope you liked it. I'm working on Chapter Two as of yet.