DISCLAIMER: I do not own Assassin's Creed, Altair, Malik or Al Mualim. But I do own Asera, because she's a character I made up. DUUR.

What was I thinking? Love. I did not love a boy who didn't even have a beard yet! Or did I? With the confusion in my mind and heart, I returned to the library with my husband, who was still burried in his books, "Al." I said strictly, he looked up from his book at me,

"Yes?" He replied,

"He's not even a man yet! He'll be killed!" I shouted, not caring if anyone heard me.

"I have faith in him, Asera. I wouldn't have sent him if I didn't." He stated getting back to reading his book. With that, I didn't know how to reply, so I stropped to my seat and looked out the window, watching a few novices play with their swords.

(****Normal P.O.V****)

After Asera had left, Altair stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. Until he realised that he looked like a complete idiot infront of the horses and guards of Masyaf, he decided to start his journey to Jerusalem. His thoughts once again surrounded him. She had never done that before, especially not to him. The soft touch of her fingers on his chin made him shiver, that...Witch touching him, the thought made him want to vomit. There was nothing attractive about her at all, her long black hair; thick with dirt, Altair had believed that she was blonde before, but rolled into some oil, her brown eyes like mud piles, and worst of all, her body shape. She was a stick, that was it. No figure, no curves yet she still proceeded to wear a long, blue, tight, silk dress. Ugly woman, that's all he could think. Although her skin was softer than her words, that was the best thing about her. Everything else was like a pig's arse, dark and ugly, why was he so affected by all of this? His face was hot, he must be flushed. Before he knew it, he had reached Jerusalem's entrance, thankfully, it was dusk so the guards will be more relaxed and unaware. He dismounted his horse by the others and blended with some scholars. The guards had no problem letting them through, as long as it meant they could go home after a long days work to their wives and children.

Altair had finally reached the bereau in one peice, strangely he had no trouble from guards or drunk men trying to push him over. He approached the counter to see Malik pop his head up from searching for his quill, "Ah, safety and peace Altair!" He smiled,

"To you aswell brother." Altair replied, a smile appearing on his face also, "What were you doing on the floor?"

"I dropped my quill, what brings you to Jerusalem?"

"Hasn't Al Mualim noted you?"

"No." Malik looked at Altair with confusion, "You seem angst." it was more of a statement than a question, "Something troubling you?"

"That doesn't matter now, my concern is why Al Mualim didn't note you." Altair pulled his hood further over his face, why was he still affected by that witch?

"He was probrably busy with Asera." Her name was almost spat with anger, Altair shivered from her name, "I hate that woman, I knew she was trouble the day I saw her."

"I believe everyone in Masyaf hates her." Altair stated, emphasising on the 'everyone'.

"That's an understatement." Malik chuckled, "It's late, your journey must have been long and tiring, also I'm very tired, you may rest in the bereau until you're fully prepared for your mission."

"Many thanks, brother."

Malik smiled as Altair left to rest. Altair was a brother to Malik, he loved him enough to be a brother. Apart from Kadar, Altair was the only person Malik felt happy with, he only wished that he could accompany him on a mission, just one, just to be in Altair's prescence, just to feel like a real assassin. He had never known why he'd become a rafik. Asera had told him that he was talentless and that he wasn't strong enough to be an assassin. Malik was strong, very strong, he could kill a templar with one arm tied behind his back, such skill that was wasted the day Asera sent him to Jerusalem. Even Altair agreed that Malik was strong, but no one could convince Al Mualim when his wife made the decision. Whatever his wife says; goes. 'Ugly, rotten skunk' was all Malik could think of the woman. Malik could feel his head hit the desk but he didn't care, he was too tired. He had had sleepless nights since he'd become a rafik, he'd been too fraustrated to sleep, but now Altair had come by, he felt more relaxed.

"Malik?" He heard a voice say, he shot his head up to see Altair standing infront of him, quite an amused look on his face.

"My apologies, brother." Malik rubbed his eyes,

"No need to apologize, you need your sleep as much as the next rafik, but your face..." Altair pointed to a large patch of inprinted writing on Malik's face, "You seemed to have fell asleep on your work."

Malik smiled and chuckled, "No worries, ink can be washed off."

"Very well, I will take my leave for my mission now."

"Safety and peace, brother." Malik smiled placing a feather on the desk for Altair, he took it and left, "On you aswell."

(imma just skip everything :/ Sorry, I'm not good at writing action scenes. Sooooo Alty's at Masyaf now...THERE WILL BE MORE MALIK, don't worry :3 )

He arrived at Masyaf just before dawn and made his way upto the castle. Once he arrived to the library, Al Mualim was no where to be seen, he turned to walk away and knocked into Asera, she looked directly at him, "Altair, was it?" She smiled, revealing the wrinkles under her eyes.

"Where is Al Mualim?" He asked strongly, she continued to stand close to Altair, she was a couple of inches taller than him, but he was tall enough for her to see his facial features under his hood. Yes, she was THAT close to him.

"I'm not sure, he was here a few minutes ago." a smirk appearing on her face, almost evil.

"Malik-the rafik of Jerusalem messaged him as I left the bereau." Altair assured,

"Well we didn't recieve anything, so he couldn't have."

"He did. I watched h-" His sentence was cut short with a slap to the face, Asera glared at him as evilly as she could, "Stay your tounge! Novice!" She spat pointing her finger at him. His reaction startled her greatly; he didn't flinch, he didn't cry out in pain, he just let her slap him then merely turned his head to face her as nothing happened. "I am not a novice." He said, no particular emotion to his voice, she slapped him again, this time harder than before, though this time, he hissed in pain quietly, "I told you to stay your tounge!" the hiss of pain fed her andrenaline, she wanted him to scream with pain. She wanted power. With that, he turned his head to her a last time and said nothing, "I do not know where Al Mua-"

"Altair, I had no news that you returned." Al Mualim said approaching the library, "Asera, did you?"

Asera turned towards Al Mualim sweetly, "None at all, that's what we were just discussing." she looked down at Altair, "But it seems the boy needs more discipline. He does not know how to stay quiet."

"Oh?" Al Mualim interestedly looked at Altair.

"While we were discussing it, he became mouthy." Altair made no effort in correcting her, he didn't bother getting involved, he was better than that. Al Mualim looked at Altair for a moment, "Apart from this, was the mission successful?"

"Yes; Lady Disásk is dead." He replied stepping foward, passing Asera.

"Excellent. We will procceed this conversation later, you may take your leave." Al Mualim sat at his table, soon disappearing behind the piles of books. Altair left the library to his dorm, he was extremely exhausted from his mission. He didn't sleep very well at the bereau because of the noises from the street; as an assassin, you sleep very lightly. You must learn to awake at every sound you hear, it's a live or die situation. He couldn't wait to collaspse onto his bed and just sleep. Once he'd gotten to his dorm, he fell onto his bed, not caring if his robes or boots were still on, he was too tired. Soon, he was deep into a sleep, that's until he felt a smooth hand upon his cheek...