The Moon Rose

Chapter 2

Author's note: Dontia was ready to begin her training as Assassin and begin her hunt for those who dare harmed an innocent soul, she would not rest until all those who harmed the innocent lived. She desired bloodshed and would get it one way or another.

Disclaimers: I do NOT Assassin's Creed Ubisoft does. But you can't blame a girl for wishing. Now without further ado on with the Story. Enjoy….

Rated T for now.

Donita and Ori walked into her room, she was unable to stop the sigh that left her lips as she sat down on her bed looking over at Ori. "Are you alright Ori?" She asked slightly concerned for the young boy, knowing this was all new to him. "I'm fine Donita", Ori stated as he looked up at her with a smile on his face.

"A fake smile", she thought, "that would only hurt him, that's what fake smiles did." She shook her head turning to face the window a sneer on lips as she thought about the old man and how he wanted her to be a whore, it only disgusted her even more but knew this was the only way for her to sate her blood lust.

"Listen Ori, I promise to do whatever it takes to keep you safe", assured Donita as she turned towards the boy, "but you have to be honest with me, alright?".

Ori nodded not knowing what else to say to Dontia. He still wasn't sure what to say her, he looked away from her sitting down in the chair near the window. His head bowed staring at his lap in deep thought.

Before Donita or Ori could speak up, the door was opened up as Al Mualim walked in.

"You've had enough time, it's time to begin your training", ordered the man as he walked out of the room before she could protest.

She shook her head as she stood up, ready to walk out of the room, when she stopped suddenly.

"Don't worry about the assassins", began Donita as she turned to look at Ori, "I'll be back before you realize it".

As soon as she finished talking, she left the room and followed the old man to wherever she was to go.

They had ended up at the bottom of the monastery again, standing in front of the fighting ring, as everyone else called it.

She looked around seeing other assassin's starting to gather round, not surprised since they never seen a woman fight before. She couldn't help but sneer at them as she focused on the ring before her.

She knew this would not be easy, not that she was expecting it to be. She was ready for anything thrown her way and would show she was not weak nor meant to be a whore.

"Master, what is the meaning of this?", asked a man as he pointed towards Donita, "she should not be here". "Akin, that is not your decision", stated another assassin, which quickly resulted the entire area of breaking into argument.

It went on for a brief amount of time before they were silenced by Al Mualim as the crowd grew silent, the atmosphere became increasingly thick with tension.

"Today's training will be limited based on this woman's skills", he explained as he directed the men's attention towards her.

She glared at Al Mualim before turning back to face the ring. "Let's do this and be done with it." She said taking a step into the ring, ready to face her fellow assassin's and prove her worth.

Not caring if anyone had or was stepping into the ring, she was itching to let off some steam. No one moved to enter the ring, as the men all stayed unmoving, unwilling to be the first one to battle the woman.

She was beginning to lose her patience as she glanced around at the men, waiting for one of them to enter the ring. "Well what are you waiting for, snow to fall?" She asked more like demanded. Looking around seeing no one had moved from their spots, she turned towards Al Mualim, "looks like you have a bunch of pansies for assassins".

This finally got a response from the men as they moved in their spots as their eyes shifted from Al Mualim to Donita and the other men.

Donita glared at them, daring them to say or do something that could result in throwing them either into or out of the ring. Feeling the anger and frustrations were starting to annoy her beyond belief and needed to mock fight them.

"God, this is pointless, none of them want to fight me, I might as well just-", she began before falling silent as a man finally entered the ring. "I'll fight you, if it will end this pointless charade", replied the man, as everyone else watched in silence as they waited for the two to start fighting.

"Well what are you waiting for?" She asked watching him carefully, waiting to see what he might pull. "Do you even know how to fight?", he asked as he drew out his short blade.

She rolled her eyes, "of course I know how to fight, I have killed before so this is nothing new to me." She said not pulling out a weapon yet. "Then why don't you draw your weapon?", he questioned, "and just because you have killed, doesn't mean you know anything". "What is your name?", Donita asked as she stood straight, with her arms at her side. "Abbas Sofian", he answered as he held the blade in front of him, "how is that your concern?". "I just wanted to know how dumb you actually were", she shortly replied as she charged at him, unarmed. "Foolish woman", he grumbled as he tightened the grip on the blade, "you're going to end up dead!".

Abbas swiped at her with the blade, as she laid her hands over the pommel of the blade, forcing it downwards.

They were locked in a fight over the blade as Donita was pushed back as they both had one hand on the handle and their other hands were intertwined with one another. She was gaining footing as she pushed the right side of Abbas' body back, but her right side was being pushed also.

They and everyone knew that it was a deadlock, and something had to be done or it would remain in the stalemate.

Donita took a chance and swung her right leg at his side as she released her grip on the blade and his hand. She turned her body as her leg was blocked and quickly brought it back, as she was behind Abbas.

"You're quick on your feet", he commented as he barely turned his head to look at her green eyes, that were filled with determination.

She didn't reply with words, instead she unsheathed her own short sword, which was tucked into the back of the belt of her simple robes.

Abbas turned as their blades met one another, the blades shifted against one another, as Abbas applied more pressure, his blade cut into her own. Donita loosened her grip as she spun on her heel and kicked both blades away, as they landed by the fence of the ring. She charged at Abbas before he could reach for another weapon, throwing her fist at his cheek, but only brushing the tip of his nose.

Before she could catch herself, Abbas sent a punch to her side, sending Donita to the ground as she forced herself to stand up. She quickly fell to one knee as she clutched her side, gasping to get the air to circulate through her lungs properly once more.

"Damnit", she groaned as she fell to her knees once more as a spell of light-headedness came over her. She soon went into a coughing fit, which caused her to cough up blood as she had wrapped her arms around her stomach, in hopes of making it stop.

"Halt your actions", ordered Al Mualim as Abbas stopped his movements and Donita turned to see what the old man wanted. "The mock fight is over, men return to your duties, Donita, this way", he finished as the group dispersed and Donita reluctantly followed the old man.

"Where are you taking me?", she asked following the old man. Al Mualim chose to ignore her for the time being, and continued to head into the castle.

Dontia glared at the back of the old man's head, her arms crossed over her chest as she followed him.

They had arrived back at the study, as Al Mualim sat behind his desk as he studied the irritated looking woman.

"You are obviously skilled, that much is evident", began Al Mualim as he looked at silver-haired woman, "but there is much to improve".

Her irritation grew at his criticism as her emerald orbs showed ferocity as she tried to remain calm.

"What do you want me to do about it?", she snapped as her nails dug into her arms, as she struggled to not attack the old man. "You take too many risks, you need to learn which ones are necessary to take, and which ones are not", answered Al Mualim.

"Then what do you suggest?" She asked her left eye twitching slightly from the irritation she was feeling with the old man. "Training but first you will need to learn more of the Creed before you can begin your real training with one of the brothers." He said his hands resting on top of the desk. "Fine, when do I begin?", she demanded. "Return to your quarters, I will have someone collect you", stated the old man, "I have a certain man in mind, but he is not here at the moment, you are dismissed".

She gave a curt nod, whipping around leaving the study feeling like punching something or at least beating someone to a bloody plump.

As her anger subsided a little, she realized just how much the mock fight had taken out of her. She was tired, and decided what she would do, instead of picking a fight with someone, she changed her direction and went straight to her room.

Upon returning to her room, she spotted Ori still sitting in the chair by the window. She let loose a deep sigh closing her door, "why are you still sitting there Ori?" She asked walking over to him hearing the floor creak under her foot steps, her arms crossed over her chest a frown marring her lips. She didn't think it would be this bad for the boy, did he really not trust her or the Assassin.

Ori looked up seeing Dontia, he forced a smile seeing her walk into the room. "I was just thinking Dontia that's all." He said looking back down at his hands that rested on his lap.

She knew he was lying through his teeth and didn't like it one bit, but knew she would have to earn his trust to get him to talk. But for now she would let him be, till she gained his trust. she shook her head walking over to the bed sitting down resting her forehead on her hands, sighing deeply glaring at the floor trying to figure out who would be teaching her the ways of the Creed.

"What did you have to do for your training?", Ori asked as he looked up at her. "Just a little fight between some assassin", she replied as she sat down on the bed, "the old man thinks I need to improve, even if I did disarm the bastard".

Ori sat there in shock looking at Dontia as she sat in her bed. "Wow I had no idea, so Al Mualim thinks you need more improvement even though you disarmed a fellow Assassin?" He asked leaning forward slightly in his chair.

Dontia lays back on her bed folding her arms under her head, staring up at the ceiling sighing deeply, "So it seems Ori but I'll continue to prove the old man wrong, but to be honest there's something about him I just don't like. But I don't know what it is I intend to find out what." She said closing her eyes breathing in deeply.

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoyed it, My co-author helped with a great deal of this chapter. Without her this chapter would of not gotten done, please send her thank's.