It's me again, and wow, an update already! Don't expect this all the time, it's probably gonna be pretty irregular with the updates, but let's just enjoy the ride while we can This chapter is basically the poor Assassin getting some love, as everyone seems to immensely enjoy irritating and torturing him. Including me. Meh.
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed= not mine. Or yours.
All was still and peaceful along the valley that was etched into the mountainous area, and two young men enjoyed themselves chatting to each other about the weather, food, the weather, aliens, horses, women, the weather and football. They occasionally gestured with callused hands, fully involved in their private discussion, and one laughed at the other's remark about the future possibly allowing women to marry whomever they wanted. They were both wearing quilted tunics, bound at the waist by thick belts, and for some reason had round caps on that caused their heads to resemble mushrooms. Only swords were belted to their sides, and they had the clear look of miniondom about them.
A man wearing a brilliantly white robe, decorated with a deep red sash about his waist and astride an intriguing dark brown mare with white legs to her chest, was cantering further along the valley. He was hot and tired from the long journey, and he had just fought off a horde of savage Saracens on the way to Masyaf from Damascus. In short, the Assassin was pissed. The sight of the typical two idiots guarding some cart in the middle of nowhere made him scowl and reluctantly ease off on squeezing the horse's sweaty sides, allowing the exhausted animal to slow to a trot. The horse whinnied loudly in apparent thanks, but was actually mentioning that she had seen a Kraken, a spaceship and the reincarnation of the devil over the past week. Instead of listening intently, as this information should warrant, the Assassin pulled back on the reins to seem as normal as possible to the two men that had now turned about, forcing his steed to walk.
The mare would have pouted if she had any control over her bottom lip, but instead decided to be as annoying and stubborn as possible to her rider. She slowly walked past the two men with her head arched and tail high, stepping carefully and proudly, then when they were right next to the suspicious soldiers, stopped and refused to move.
The Assassin could feel drops of perspiration growing and trailing down his back, and attempted to kick the stubborn mare back into action, first gently but when there was no response, he really booted her ribs, starting to panic. The horse just turned her head and stared at the rider, her teeth bared in a silent grin. He snarled, the expression hidden under his hood, and glanced at the men next to him. They were silently staring at him, eyes dark and more suspicious than before, and one of them slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
In growing panic, the Assassin did everything he could think of to make the stubborn horse move. This including kicking again, swatting at its neck, attempting to pull its ears but too far away, whacking its hindquarters and one last try at kicking once more. The mare looked back at him again, then with a mighty heave of her back muscles and legs, threw her rider off and into the two guards.
They all yelped and fell over, the Assassin more shocked than anything else, and all three watched as the indignant mare galloped away as fast as she could, ears back and tail held high. They got to their feet and all was silent for a few moments, but then the Assassin turned with a sigh and waited for the sword blows. The two guards glanced at each other and decided not to attack.
"Tough break, mate... you've been having a hard time recently, haven't you?" one of them asked sympathetically, and he nodded glumly.
"Sometimes I feel like my whole life is just entertainment to some higher power," he lamented, leaning on the wooden cart. They both nodded seriously, adding their agreements to that statement. "You're telling me; three of my brothers died from being crushed beneath rickety wooden stalls, which shouldn't even be possible if you ask me."
"Well I have a cousin that got a broken collarbone from some lunatic landing on him from the top of a building."
"Hey, I've been shot at by archers, nearly drowned by accidental thumbstick-flicks and I apparently don't eat, drink or go to the bathroom. I think I deserve some recognition."
They all sat down and chatted amongst themselves for a while as the sun went down, and in the morning the Assassin killed them. Quickly of course, cause they were friends.
Yeah... thanks for all of the reviews people, I'd love some more but 5 is honestly an incredible number for me o-o I love the idea Applaudissement Sonique (your name is really hard to write btw) gave me, and I will use it once I've played the second game :D any new ideas would be loved, and please review with any criticism or encouragements, cause it makes me feel loved :P
No horses were harmed in the making of this fanfiction.