Beyond My Grasp
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Dreams filled his nights and screams filled the dreams, splattered crimson in memory. And when he woke, he clutched at the end of his cut-off bicep. Fingers dung into the sensitive flesh. Tears of sorrow gathered in his eyes but did not fall. Loss tasted bittersweet upon his tongue and a cry was lodged in his throat. But he didn't know who he was crying out to, his brother or his former lover. One was dead and the other just as lost amongst the living. Then rage burned bright in his chest. HateSorrowWhy? Give them back, oh God who took them. His arm, his brother, his lover.
Bitter was his heart.
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The pain seemed to be fading, no matter how hard he clung to it. Whispers of saved citizens reached his ears, of a savior clad in white and stained with red. But he didn't want to believe that redemption could be had by the fallen, by the one who cost him so much. He spat words of poison at the one who broke his heart and lost him his arm and brother. Called him a fool, a Novice. He turned a blind eye to the guilt in that golden gaze.
Anger was his last resort.
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How deep was this newest betrayal? How long were they all puppets upon nimble fingers? Who now was to blame? He didn't know. They had all been masterfully played like fools in an English Lord's court, they being jesters for their Master's amusement. This journal was the proof. He had to hurry to follow the one he could at least call friend again! He had to take his men with him, loyal to the Creed. Though he only had one arm, he could still wield a sword and ride a horse. He could still fight. He could still kill.
Desperation hounded the hoofs of his steed.
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Boot-clad feet hurried across the gardens and then skid to a halt. What sorcery was this? This Piece of Eden was not the bounty of God but the devil's fruit instead. He lamented the look of fascination gleaming in familiar golden eyes. Just when he thought that he could regain his lover, he lost him again without a single word. He knew now that there would be no peace in his heart despite any hope he had once had before this.
Despair clouded his spirit.
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Years had passed and the one he loved had returned. But lo', his lover was forever lost now into the arms of an infidel Englishwoman and that blasted Piece of Eden. This woman, this harpy had born his love two sons during their travels eastward. She had no beauty to her, more man than woman. But she had an ability that he did not, the ability to continue his beloved's blood. His heart lay shattered down around his feet. And so he retreated into the bowels of the castle, surrounded by parchment and ink once again. He faked his smiles for all, because it was so difficult to be happy.
Memories were all that remained.
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"Altaïr, I love you."
"I'm sorry Malik, but I can't love you. What we had has been gone a very long time."
"I know. Safety and peace, my brother."
"Truly, I am sorry."
"So am I."
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