'Ello mates. Okay, I'm here.(And not british). Hi. I'm trying to make up for the 488 words of FAILURE of the prologue in this story. Sowwy. I really thought 2 pages of notebook pages would be long...jesus was I wrong? x_x And I don't even write that big. So, I started this chapter on notebook paper, didn't finish it, so I'll finish it in Libre Office and post it tonight because I'm a good-
OKAY I NEED TO SHUT UP. -_-;
I do not own Assassin's Creed. If I did, there would be more AltMar. :
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Chapter 1
Altair ran a hand through his soft, short brown hair, his gold eyes frantically searching over the apple, wondering to himself what mysteries it's secretly holding. He wanted to find out so bad but all it looked like was a ball; a ball that meant nothing.
His mind switched to what happened after killing his "beloved" Master, Al Mualim. The man that had pretty much became his father when Altair was a child and teenager, the man that stabbed him and called him a traitor, the man that sent him off to regain his rank once again, had been the traitor all along. To be honest, Altair kind of got said when he thought about it. Al Mualim had gotten his life taken bu Altair's blade, even though he didn't expect him too.
"No...this can't be happening...the student can't defeat his master..." The traitor's voice echoed into the newly-named Master Assassin's head.
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted," were Altair's final words to his "Master" before the last breath left Al Mualim's body.
But the thing that really bothered him was what the apple did after the traitor had passed away. A faint gold light had shot up into the air, creating what looked like...a spherical shape. That was their world that is had shown. What did that mean? The question came up again, and again, and again. As quickly as it came, it had stopped...
The white-robed man shook himself out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching his desk. Altair pulled his honey-golden eyes away from the apple, and looked up to see his one-armed friend, Malik, walking swiftly towards him. Altair growled under his breath, already annoyed when Malik hadn't even said anything.
"Still obsessing over the apple, I see?" He said as he finally reached the Master Assassin.
All he did was roll his eyes in response, muttering a few words in Arabic under his breath. He stood up, pacing by the window, looking out of it, obviously in deep thought.
"Ah, I see," Malik started to speak again, understanding even though no words were shared. Altair realized with a jolt that Malik really did know him. After all, they have been friends since Altair was ten, and Malik was twelve.
"I think I'm going to take Mereria," the Master Assassin finally replied; Mereria was his faithful, beautiful brown mare, "And go to Jerusalem."
All Malik did was nod, "Of course, Novice," he said was an evil grin.
"Why must you still call me that? I am your Master, I'm not an immature novice anymore!" Altair shot a death glare at him.
"I guess it has caught on. My dear apologies, 'Master'," Malik smirked, while Altair growled again, but this time it was loud enough for the one-armed man to hear.
"Ready my horse, Malik," He said to him, "And I expect to leave by sundown."
Malik nodded and turned, leaving Altair's vision without a word.
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Mereria trotted swiftly on the path to Jerusalem, and Altair sighed, rubbing his eyes before stretching. It had been a long day of staring at the apple and even though it doesn't sound hard, its a very hard thing to figure out exactly what is holds inside of it.
Altair had put Malik in charge of the Brotherhood, he would only be gone for about a week, but you never knew. Somehow the Templars would find out and attack the village. He put their fate in his hands; he just hoped he wasn't making a big mistake. Oh, who was he kidding? Malik was a trusted friend, no matter how annoying the man was.
The only reason that he is going to Jerusalem is to think. He needed to think about Maria...Oh, his beloved Maria. The Maria he had made love to. Altair regretted leaving her. It had been two years since that night, and it felt like just yesterday he was chasing her up the tall tower, seeing her delighted face when she laid her brown eyes on him.
It was starting to get dark when Altair broke out of his thoughts. He looked up at the sky, frowning before pulling on Mereria's reigns, steering her to the side of the road. The Master Assassin got off quickly, grabbing the bags that were connected to the horse. He sighed, doing his routine that he did almost every time he traveled to places like Acre or Damascus.
It wasn't long until the fire was casting a beautiful light that surrounded Altair. His stomach was full, and it was getting late, as he noticed the moon getting higher and higher in the star-sparkled midnight sky. His eyes drooped, and he stretched before laying on the ground, covering himself with a blanket he had packed; it tended to get very cold at night, even though it was scorching hot during the day. All he wanted was to sleep.
But the whole time it took Altair to fall asleep, he couldn't help noticing that he wanted a certain someone by his side.
Maria...
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Woohoo! I did it! You're welcome, fellow readers! No need to thank me! ^_^
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