IT'S SUMMER!
Ok so I've been facing writers block. As you might have noticed if you've read any of my other stories. So my immature and probably bad way of facing writers block has been to start new stories. So in the past like month I've started three new stories, this being one of them. Yeah the other two won't be on this sight because they are not fan fictions 0_o. yep, I can actually make up my own characters to go with a plot line! Woot woot! To get me back into the writing spirit I have been reading fan fictions! And because I have been thinking about Assassins Creed, I have been reading AC fanfics! In my travels through the archives I have notice something I found rather upsetting, there are very, very few stories about girls assassins who have to keep their girly secrets from our dear Altair. So to address this problem I give you this story!
Ps I totally did NOT make my own hidden blade to go with my current obsession! ;)
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It's pretty safe to say it's hard to be an Assassin, especially if you had to live a lie every day.
Farah stood in her room at Masyaf looking at herself in the mirror. All her life she had pretended to be something she wasn't, in order to be something she couldn't. She didn't look like the other Assassins, and it wasn't just her light hair, fare skin and blue eyes that set her apart, she looked like a girl. She didn't have the rough features of her fellow Assassins, nor did she have the strong muscular build, she was strong, she just didn't look it. The reason for all these things was simple; Farah was a girl, though she had lived her whole life as a boy.
Her mother had been an English woman. Farah never knew her mother because she had died during child birth. Supposedly she was very beautiful, something Farah had inherited. Her father had been an Assassin. He had wanted a boy that he could train in the same art, so when his wife was dead and he was left with a daughter and no son he decided to do the best he could with what he had. He trained Farah to be an Assassin, told everyone she was a boy and kept their secret from his brothers.
Sometimes during Farah's childhood she would get in fights with him about why she had to this or couldn't do that. It took her many years to fully grasp all he had given her, and taken away. For the most part she was grateful, she had all the freedom men had, she had strength and power and respect, but part of her resented him for the other life he had taken away from her, she would never have a family, or children or love.
He had also given her a life of worry. She was very good at what she did, but she really looked like a girl, there's only so much armor and a haircut can hide. She had never been as strong as her fellows, she was shorter then all of them and she had curves. She suspected most people believed she was a man not because of her mad skills but because they respected her father and never believed he would lie about something that important, not that that stopped her from worrying. Her father had died a few years ago, naturally she still had safety because of the respect he still held among the Assassins but she took extra care after his death.
Aside from her very feminine curves her body also fought her in the chest. It wasn't that she was horribly chesty but she wasn't flat either, she had to take great care to wrap herself every day because even in armor there was a noticeable difference. Then there was "her time of the month", as if it wasn't hard enough to hide blood she also had cramps, bad cramps. It wasn't like she could just sit in her room alone every month without someone taking note. So she had to fight it out and hope no one took note at how angry she became.
She sighed as she finished putting on her robes. Today was a big day for her, her first assignment as a real Assassin. Though she was only sixteen she had completed her training, and was no longer a novice. Today she would put all her training to work, finally her first assignment on her own. She was somewhere between giggles and vomiting. She sat down on her bed trying to calm her nerves waiting to be called by the master. Sitting cross legged on her bed she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. She knew her assignment probably wouldn't be too difficult, something she could handle with relative ease to help her hone her skills. It also wouldn't not be direly important, so in case she did mess up it wouldn't be too harmful. Naturally it would be challenging enough to keep her on her toes a bit, but after all it was her first as a full-fledged Assassin. She was also sure she would be alone, which would make hiding her secret easier.
There was a knock on the door. Farah stood and opened it, it was one of Al Mualim's messengers, Ansari.
"The master wishes to see you." When she looked a little nervous he gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm sure it will be something easy for you skills. You could probably do it in your sleep, brother."
"I expect so." She returned his smile before walking out of the room. They walked in silence until they reached the stair case leading up to his library. She stopped a moment to gather her courage. She felt a small push on her back and turned to see Ansari giving her a look
"If you're too chicken to go up there and see him I'm sure I could find a willing novice" she punched him in the shoulder and walked up the steps while listening to the sound of his laughter. She would get him back in the training ring when she returned.
When she reached Al Mualim he was reading a letter but looked up as she came in.
"Just give me a moment." He said and she nodded in reply as he returned to his letter. After he finished reading it he stood from his desk and looked at her
"This is your first assignment as an Assassin correct?"
"Yes, master." She nodded again as she spoke.
"Well then I fear you may regret the slight change in plans. You will not be doing this assignment alone." Shock filled her and a bit of rage but he continued before she could speak "a very important task as arisen in Damascus. Several of the nobles are dead, and no one knows who's been killing them. We suspect a group of some kind is behind it. Obviously this task is therefore too important to leave to one Assassin. Especially one so…young." Something about the way he said young, made Farah quiver a little with fear.
There was a noise behind them and Farah turned around to see none other than Altair standing by the stairs. Oh no! She thought oh no, oh no, oh no! No, no, no! Not Altair! Not only was Altair unfriendly perhaps even cruel sometimes but he was also one of the most observant, and skilled Assassins. He wasn't someone she would want to be alone with because she feared she wouldn't be able to keep her secret from him. Add that to the fact that for some time now Farah had found herself thinking he was beautiful, and well this became a nightmare. Altair was the last person she wanted to do on a mission with. He stood there looking very much deadly while Farah's eyes bugged out of her head in shock.
"You wanted to see me master?" he spoke somewhat confused sounding. No doubt he didn't expect to see her there when Al Mualim was sending him on a mission.
"Ah yes, Altair, come, come. I have an assignment for you." She saw the look of puzzlement on Altair's face.
"You will not be working alone this time." Farah was a little happy to see the look of anger flash across his face. "Your brother, Farah, will be joining you on this mission." Altair gave her a dark look before turning back to face Al Mualim.
"I don't need his help. Whatever it is I can handle it alone!" Farah was a little shocked that he had the nerve to talk to the master like that, but then again it was Altair.
"You will do as I say boy!" the tone made Farah flinch even though it wasn't directed at her. "Farah you may go gather your things while I speak with Altair. He will meet you by the gates." Farah nodded and had to resist the urge to run from the room.
She went straight to her room to get anything she thought she might need. On her way there she saw Ansari waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He gave her a look that said he felt bad for her; she nodded to him as she walked by.
Once she had all her things she made her way to the gates. Well this isn't good, she thought to herself as she walked. What if he finds out? What will happen to me then? She had no idea what might happen if her secret was revealed, though she knew it wouldn't be good. He can't find out! If she could keep it secret from all the Assassins all her life then she could keep it from one overly arrogant Altair for however long this mission took!
She saddled her favorite horse, Shoja'aa, and mounted him while waiting for Altair. She saw him coming down the hill in a rage. He quickly saddled his horse, without saying a word to her, and took off out of Masyaf. While this will be a fun trip, Farah thought to herself as she followed Altair.
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