A/N: Hello!
I haven't updated it quite a while because the fact that this story only has one review. But I will try another chapter, and see how it goes. :) Though I did see had I had more favorites and follows than reviews, and quite a lot of views considering. Reviews really do help though! ^^;
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Assassin's Creed. Just Kaitlin :3

The assassin nodded in response, and if he thought her name was weird, he didn't show it. In fact, he didn't seem to show much emotion at all. Kaitlin paused for a moment, tempted to ask more questions. "What day is it?" Kaitlin was surprised that she hadn't thought of it before, she didn't know how long she had blacked out in that cave.

Altair glanced at her oddly. "Just another day." He responded, and Kaitlin couldn't tell if he was playing with her or confused with her question. Before she could ask something else, the assassin made way to move. "Do excuse me, I will return." And then he was gone, no more than a wispy interruption in the atmosphere.

Kaitlin groaned to herself, as she shifted her body, so her legs were hanging over the side of the bed. She still felt very sore, but she really didn't want to ask for any ibuprofen. If they had any. Kaitlin really should've researched more on Arabia before coming over. Kaitlin shakily stood up, her ankle almost causing her to collapse. She flopped back down on the bed, and lifted up her foot. She tentatively glanced over at her foot, her shorts not covering it. Her ankle was a dull red, swelled up noticeably. But to her gratefulness, it seemed to hurt less than it did in the caves. Or maybe not. Everything was still fuzzy at that time.

And then Kaitlin heard light foot steps leading to her room. She put down her leg, and stayed sitting on the edge of the bed. The door opened behind her, and she turned to see an old man with a lengthy beard. Trailing behind him was Altair, who seemed to stay a respectable distance away, but crossed his arms impatiently, as if waiting for something.

"Ah, Kaitlin." He pronounced her name oddly, the 'i' being replaced with an 'o'. "I am Al Mualim, and I believe you have already met Altair." Something sparked in Kaitlin's eyes. His name sounded very familiar, until she remembered Altair mentioning him being the leader or something of them. She simply nodded in response, and suddenly the fear from just a few minutes ago enlightened her eyes. She felt a lump in her throat, and didn't trust herself to speak. What would happen now? After all, she was with assassins...Surely they had something planned? The girl doubted she would get a free walk out of here.

"Starting in two days time, you will train with Altair to become an assassin of the Creed." If Altair was surprised, he didn't show it, though he appeared a little indignant. On the other hand, Kaitlin was practically blubbering like a fish, open mouthed. She clamped her jaw together, embarrassed for a moment. Then her initial shock returned, and she finally found her voice.

"What! I mean, what? I need to get home." Kaitlin pleaded, feeling a bad feeling creeping up on her. "You have home?" Al Mualim asked her, in a tone that sounded surprised. "Yes! I came here to check out the caves, but my plane to take me home is supposed to leave on Tuesday." Tuesday would've been three days from when she blacked out, but now she wasn't sure. Kaitlin glanced up, trying to peer over at the assassin's faces. It had fallen quiet, and Kaitlin realized they had no idea what she was talking about. How could they not know?

"She is an odd one." Altair commented finally, to Al Mualim, as if she wasn't there. "I'm right here." Kaitlin muttered, though mostly to herself. "Yes, indeed. But I already have made my decision. Find her some more suitable clothes, and then burn her current ones. They are much too strange." Then Al Mualim left, leaving Kaitlin to wonder why she looked so peculiar. Maybe people in Arabia didn't wear shorts and tank tops? Kaitlin did remember seeing robes and other things, but surely they knew of the style from the tourists?

Altair also left, leaving Kaitlin to her thoughts. He returned after a few moments, holding folded fabric. Kaitlin jumped out of her thinking, and took the clothes from him. "Thanks." She said before he closed the door, remembering her manners. Whether he heard it or not, oh well. The girl changed swiftly, hoping Altair wouldn't check on her before she was ready. She used a spare ponytail that was on her wrist to put her hair up.

When the clothes were on, Kaitlin glanced in the mirror. She was wearing a simple white robe, with a red sash around the waist. She noticed the outfit contained a hood, and pulled it over her face. The tip was pointed down like an eagle's beak. "Are you ready?" Altair's voice finally spoke, sounding distant from between the door.

"Yes." Kaitlin responded, as she pulled on brown leather boots. She winced softly when it touched her ankle, but otherwise stood up. The hood kept her face shaded, and the coolness of the shadow helped with her headache. Altair opened the door, but didn't step inside. "Then come on." He said in reply, already walking away.

Kaitlin took swift steps to match Altair's long strides, down a hallway. She was still a bit slow, mostly because of her ankle. She limped every so often, but she was determined not to appear weak. Eventually the hallway ended into a larger room, with a stair case upwards and a few bookshelves. Kaitlin followed Altair out a large doorway, and into the bright hot sunshine. In front of her was a railing, and beneath that a ring. It appeared to be an arena, with assassins and apprentices, maybe, training. "Those are the novices training with the assassins. You'll be training with them eventually." Kaitlin didn't like the way he said 'novices', as if he never had been one and they were a disgrace.

Kaitlin just nodded, as she glanced backwards to look at the building they just emerged from. A strangled gasp came from her as she realized what it was. It was that castle! But it couldn't be, it was filled with activity now, and it was standing up tall and strong. She had a sudden desire to ask Altair something important.

"What year is it?"

Sorry it's short! :( I'll try harder on the next chapter. :3

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~Kalster