Okay. I admit it. I'm sorry. You can hate me. I have no excuse this time for not updating for forever. Actually, I do. I started typing this chapter up like last weekend cause I couldn't sleep, it didn't save, and it randomly closed out. I was so pissed. Now I'm trying again and gonna be saving every 3 minutes. Anyways, I'll shut up now.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Assassin's Creed. ..I know, it's depressing. ;;
Chapter 2: Did I hear you right?
The next morning, with the fire being put out and everything packed and ready to go on Mereria, Altaïr set off once more towards Jerusalem. He would most likely reach the lively city by mid-day, when the flaming sun would be highest in the sky, its heat radiating onto the assassin, sweat dripping down his forehead. He could already feel it happening even though it was early in the morning.
Can't say I'm too happy about it... he thought silently to himself while whipping his faithful mare's reins, causing them to take off into a gallop. He wanted to hurry up and get to Jerusalem, longing to walk around the clustered streets freely.
Altaïr didn't really know why he left Masyaf, maybe because of...her. He wanted to forget his tower lover so badly, knowing she'll just get into his way from work. This way he was feeling was obviously not good if he wanted to remain Grand Master, but he couldn't just..stop it. She was too important to him to just be pushed back where he could get on in life, as a master assassin looking after his people. But maybe he could rule with a woman next to him. He never thought this would happen; he never expected himself to fall in "love". So why can't it be like that anymore? The love, it was a feeling that is too strong to ignore.
"I wonder where she went after that night..." Altaïr found himself talking to himself, a thing him almost never did unless in a deep thought. He shook himself out of them, his mind now fully set on going to Jerusalem.
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He blinked the bright sun out of his eyes as he cautiously made his way around people crowding the dirt street. Altaïr rubbed his eyes, realizing he got no sleep the night before It had been a dreamless, quick sleep, which is strange for him because for the past few weeks he's been having that dream up on the tower at least every night. He didn't know if he should be disappointed or glad he didn't have one. Altaïr sighed once more, trying hard not to let sleep take over him as he silently made his way to the Assassin's Bureau.
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His body landing down in the Bureau when he jumped from the roof caused dust to shoot up from under his feet. Altaïr grunted at the impact, brushing dirt from his newly cleaned robes, and made his way into the main room.
"Greetings, Rafiq," Altaïr stated, and the man turned around, nodding his head thoughtfully.
"Ah, Altaïr, a little bird told me you would arrive today."
The master assassin nodded, and replied, "I figured as much."
"Yes, yes. Well, you're welcome to rest and heal here, as always."
Altaïr nodded wearily in response, bid goodnight and exited the room, crouching onto the many pillows, laying down not long afterwards. It saddened him every time he slept alone, wish for Maria to be by his side once again, where she belonged and always would be. He closed his golden eyes after adjusting the fluffy pillows on the ground before sleep crashed over him like a wave.
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The bright sun shining down on Altaïr woke him up the next morning. He stretched, trying to blink the well needed sleep out of his eyes before standing up, walking into the other room. He noticed the Rafiq was gone, and the assassin decided he went to the market to get more supplies and food. Altaïr's gaze moved to the bread on the counter, and he gratefully bit into it, his stomach satisfied at the filling for breakfast.
When the assassin was done, he pulled himself up the wall of the Bureau, feeling the heat hit him, and Altaïr self-consciously wiped his forehead, knowing the sweat would soon form. He broke into a run, feeling his adrenaline pumping as he jumped gracefully from roof to roof.
He heard a cry of a citizen getting harassed, and he sighed softly, his hate for the guards growing more effective as they accuse innocent men and women when they haven't done anything wrong. Altaïr clenched his fists, then flicked his hidden blade, and the sharp object shot out into the place where his left ring finger should be. He flexed slightly, getting ready to jump on the selected guard.
Altaïr moved quickly, jumping off the building and landed on the particular guard, his blade going in and out of his neck, causing blood to pour out of the dead man's wound. He smirked under his hood, then unsheathed his sword, getting into his regular fighting stance as the rest of the guards, three of them, surrounded the assassin.
Not a problem. He thought to himself, grinning evilly.
He heard movement from behind him, and he instinctively whipped around, his sword clashing against his opponents, and they both jumped back. Altaïr watched the guard's moves, and when he finally lashed out at the white-robed man, he ducked, and spun around, slicing the man's leg, followed by a blow to his back.
When the guards were laying dead around him, he put his sword back in its holder hanging by his hip. Altaïr let out a big sigh, then turned to face the person he had saved. It was a woman, with dark brown hair down below her shoulders and deep, bright brown eyes. When his gold eyes met hers, he couldn't stop staring. His jaw dropped and she crossed her arms across her chest, and said, "What are you staring at, hm?" That accent filled the space around him, and for one second, Altaïr couldn't breath.
"Maria.." He finally managed to choke out and her eyes widened.
"...Altaïr? Is that you?"
For a moment, he hesitated. She was here, the woman he loved, right in front of him. Was he dreaming? He pinched himself and shook his head. There was no way, this was real. She was real. They were real. All Altaïr wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and never let go, but he wasn't sure how Maria would react to that. It had been two years, and he had left her.
They stood staring at each other, until he heard a noise. The mysterious sound sounded like..was that a child? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little boy, not even two years old, with short, dark brown hair run clumsily out from behind a tall building.
"Mama!" The child cried out, clinging to Maria's leg. Altaïr stared in shock. Were those...gold eyes?
Oh no... He thought, turning his gaze to Maria.
"Maria is that..?" Altaïr couldn't even finish his question.
She sighed, running a hand through the little boy's hair and nodded, replying, "Yes, Altaïr. This is your son."
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OHHH WHAAAAATTTT. Cliffhanger. :o I'm very proud of myself. You guys this was a whole two pages not including this A/N! YOU'RE WELCOMEEEE! Hahaha! I promise it won't take me as long as it did to update.
~Until the next update!
