Sorry..I lied. I said I was going to work on this in the summer like..two years ago. But I…kind of lost my interest in this fanfiction. Now that I have absolutely nothing to do…I thought I'd update!

I didn't stop running until I reached my best friend's weapon stall in the market square. Well, Alura doesn't really own it. She just runs it for her family. Alura's father is a weapon smith. Ever since her older brother had joined some brotherhood, Alura took his place in selling the goods.

"Asmira, what's the rush? We're open for about another 7 hours." Alura called out to me in amusement when she saw me pushing everyone aside to get to her stall.

I ran to the my best friend's stall because my house was all the way on the outskirts of the city and Alura's stall seemed much closer. She had light brown hair, the darkest eyes you can possibly imagine, a slender figure, and average legs. Her hands, however, were man-like from all the years of handling swords and manual labor

When I got to Alura's stall, I was panting and bent over with exhaustion.

"Not funny, Alura!" I said while delivering a slap on her arm. Alura rubbed her arm and tried to look hurt, but really she was used to it.

"Oww! Ok! You're serious! I get it!" Ahh I just love my friend. Alura picks up fast.

I leaned into the stall toward Alura and lowered my voice to a whisper.

"There was th – I tripped over an- I was killing people – assassins – I fell onto an assassin, ok?" I was EXTREMELY shaken from the close encounter with Altair that I couldn't think straight.

"Ok. First of all, come here next to me. I don't want you to block other customers." She signaled to the empty air next to her on the other side of the stall.I rounded the corner of the stall to stand beside Alura.

"Next, get changed. One – you look like you've been rolling on the floor for fun. Two – the other assassins will immediately know that you were the one who's been rolling on the floor with the other assassin. Geez! That sounds wrong." She slapped my arm as if it was my fault. It barely hurt but I made a face anyways.

"But I need to tell you the whole story and what do I get changed into?"

"Uh…good question. Here take this and buy yourself a new dress. I'm sure you can find a stall that sells some dresses." She winked at me and pushed some of her personal savings into my hand.

"Alura it's yours! I can't! I'll feel guilty!" I maturely pouted. I didn't feel guilty taking money (pickpocketing) from other people that I surely never met before, so why did I feel guilty when I was being offered money by my best friend?

"Ok, then I'll close the shop for a few minutes to buy you one myself." In my mind, I went to my dark corner where I start spitting insults at myself. Stop being a burden! You're making her close the shop! I can always pickpocket some people and pay her back.

"Alright, fine, you win. I'll change into a dress.".


I got up from the bench and turned around. A finger poked my cheek as I turned.

"What the hell, Malik?"

"You look troubled. I thought, as a best friend, I should cheer you up."

"Right, well I wanted to talk to you anyways."

"What's up?"

"When I was walking back to the brotherhood today, the mysterious assassin fell on top of me!" Malik blinked and then raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure it was him?"

"It's not a man! It's a female!" Malik paused as though to process the information.

"We have to tell the others." Malik decided. I agreed dutifully.

"But first! Today's my sister's 17th birthday! Want to go visit her with me?" Malik asked.

I thought of the bruises and wounds the woman inflicted on me. Then I thought of what would happen if we told the other brothers that the assassin was a woman. Surely they would make us go out again in search of her. My aching back or the brotherhood. Stop by to say Happy Birthday to Malik's little sister or go out in the alleyway in search of the woman.

Malik looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Sure." I seriously needed a break.

We walked and I pretended to listen to Malik talk about how amazing his sister was. All I caught was that her name was Alura.

Malik lead me to a busy stall in the market place. There was a woman handing a weapon to a customer. This must be Malik's sister. We sneaked up behind her on the other side of stall.

"On three." Malik whispered to me.

I nodded in response, smiling mischievously

"1…2…3!" Malik shouted the last number.

"Happy Birthday, Alura!" Malik and I shouted. He grabbed his sister's shoulders and jerked her violently in excitement and pride.

"GAHH!" The dagger that Malik's sister was giving suddenly clattered loudly onto the stall table. Without turning around to see who it was, Alura stretched one of Malik's arm on her shoulder and used it as a lever to throw him over her head. Alura then smashed her brother onto the sandy pavement in front of her. I took a step backwards just in case. I would have thought that this would be the mysterious female assassin if I didn't know that the real female assassin had a face wound.

Malik groaned on the floor and slowly turned onto his side.

Then I heard the most beautiful voice ever. It was feminine, not too high or too deep.

"Alura, isn't that your brother?" the sexy voice asked.

I turned around and suddenly my senses were cut. She was combing her hair free of dirt and a black veil that matched her black dress covered her wounded face. Her face turned to surprise when I looked at her.

"Mira, something wrong?" Alura asked in a worried tone. Malik was standing beside her.

Immediately I knew she was the girl that fell on me in the back alley.