Ok, here is chapter two! This round, I've added three more people and a cat named Najah to the party.
Karif patted my shoulder before dismissing me. I thank Allah for that man. A smile tugged on the corners of my lips as I walked into the garden, the one place I could be myself. "Huriyyah!" I called and a dark skinned woman, a few years older then my sixteen years, ran outside and threw her arms around my waist.
"Jamill!" She squealed. "You really should visit me more." I ignored some of the men that were there, wolf whistling at the scene. If only they knew..."Now come, we have much to speak about." I huffed playfully and followed after my friend. Once inside, she pulled me into a room with a couple other women which I had come to know where called Zafirah and Sawsan.
"Our little Assassin!" They both called and ran over to me. Thank Allah we are alone... I blinked a few times before smiling.
"Safety and peace." I removed what weapons I had and sat them on a desk along with my sash and robe.
"Dear Allah, Jamillah, you smell of hay, man sweat, and horse. You are getting a bath." Zafirah laughed softly then plugged her nose.
"Seriously my friend, just because your suppose to look like a man doesn't mean you have to smell like one." Sawsan ruffed my short hair before disappearing into the bathroom.
"Nothing too...flowery! Last time I had some people looking at me weird." I held my hands over my head to cover my hair. I heard the girl huff softly and begin to fill the tub.
"So, how's training?" Sawsan called from the bathroom. I groaned softly and plopped down on the floor. "That bad huh?" She laughed, then after a few more minutes, dragged me into the room, removing my tunic as she worked.
"Hey!" I yelped and covered my bound chest. Sawsan was always so...straightforward. Half of the reason she is my friend.
"Oh please, we all have the same parts." She laughed again then left me alone after, of course, stealing the rest of my clothes to wash. I laughed slightly and shook my head before climbing into the warm water, letting it wash away the grim and sweat of the day. As I washed myself, I could smell honey and...some sort of fruit I couldn't think of. Perfect. I rubbed my eyes before going underwater.
My wet feet barely made a sound as I searched around for a towel before stopping to look into a mirror, which I hadn't cared to do in a long time. My short golden locks reached down to my temples and curled slightly at the ends. My strong jaw had a few pale scars along it, barely visible against my lighter skin. A pair of bright hazel eyes stared back at me. Judging me. I shook my head then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my small body.
"Jamillah?" Huriyyah called from the other side of the door. "I have some clothes for you, but you'll have to stay here as yours dry." I made a soft whine. Who knows what those clothes could be like...
I stared at the baggy clothing in front of me before looking up at Huriyyah. Ok, so it's not that bad... "Thank you." I smiled slightly and took the trousers and tunic in one hand, the other holding up my towel then rushed back into the bathroom. The white tunic hugged my chest, but the trousers fit just right, if not a little baggy around the rear and legs. Perfect. A puzzled look covered my face as I held the rough fabric to my noes and took an experimental whiff. Hay and...the faint smell of a man. Of course I didn't care. At least I had good clothes. When I walked though the door, they started laughing.
"What?" I crossed my arms over my chest and perked a brow.
"Your hair...You look like a porcupine!" Zafirah giggled then covered her mouth, only to laugh more as I attempted to smooth it out with my fingers.
"Yeah, sure, laugh at me." I huffed softly and went back into the bathroom to fix it the rest of the way. Of course, they knew I wasn't angry with them. How could I be? As soon as I saw my hair in the mirror, I started laughing as well.
After a few more moments, I walked out and moved to curl up on a group of pillows, deciding to go to sleep now so I'd be able to wake before the sun rose in the morning.
"Night." I mused then covered my face, only to be attacked by...something. I bit back a scream as I removed the pillow from my face, ready to kick off whatever jumped at me before I froze. In front of me was a small white and brown patched kitten. "And to think I almost kicked you away." I smiled softly and rubbed her head and behind her ears.
"Najah!" Sawsan appeared in the door way then smiled. "I see she found you." I was about to say something, but was cut off by the kitten meowing loudly. "We can't get her to eat anything, and she only drinks milk." I perked a brow then rubbed her belly as she rolled over onto her back.
Zarifah walked up behind Sawsan and grinned. "Like her? She's yours if you want." My eyes widened before a smile creeped over my face.
"Thank you!" I squeaked and nearly tripped over Najah on my way to hug them. "Wait, where's Huriyyah?" Zarifah opened her mouth, but she was cut off by the said woman rushing into the room.
"Jamillah, Al Mualim wants to speak with you." Her face was flushed and her breathing was labored. She ran all the way back here. Not good. My face paled and I ran though the hall to get my clothes, even though they were still a bit wet. My vision was in a blur as I pulled my novice robes, along with me boots. Najah meowed then jumped and dug her claws into my sleeve.
"Alright, alright." I got her to release my arm then hid her in my shirt. "Quiet." I murmured then ran out of the garden, up the steps, and to master's office, with only one thought in my head. I'm dead.
Thanks so much for reading, I'll most likely have another chapter by tomorrow. Also, I've had this idea about making it like someone is viewing this in an Animus, so the next chapter would be in the descendant's POV. Review with yout option of that and also this chapter.
Saftey and Peace,
AltyKittyXD