A/N: Okay now we're nearing the climax! And for all you fan girls and boys yes I mean that in more than one way! ;)
Warnings: Smut! Finally! Depressing shit to so yeah…
Disclaimer: I own my smut that is all. I just don't own the characters only the nonsense they say while reestablishing their sex life.
Monster
Chapter 3: Nightmares to Reality
It had been three months, three bloody months of me worrying, of accidently smearing ink on my face and desk, three months of hell. I hated this damn waiting eventually he'd have to come back… eventually. The dreams or more precisely nightmares had calmed considerably, I want to say because of his absence but time heals all wounds. I can't blame him anymore. I know he has changed especially when I get letters from the other Dias and they inform me of how different he has become in his quest for redemption.
I'm startled out of my reverie by a pigeon lands in the coop I've waited by every day at this time and look eagerly at its leg. Indeed a pigeon of Maysaf! I quickly take the message and read it, Altair is coming… And so is Robear. I nearly cringe at the words but I just nod putting away the note I just quietly slip back into the Bureau and wait. He would arrive soon and now the meaning of the knights was clear. Robear was here, again.
The next day I'm walking back when I hear it; the excited whispers of the crusading dogs. Robear is indeed here, I feel a thrill of panic run up my spine but silence it quickly, but nonetheless I hurry back to my Bureau to hide my pain. I eat a small meal before retiring for bed after I wash down the counter of ink splatter and close the lattice.
The next morning Altair appears and I feel relief wash through me at seeing him fully recovered and with no new damage. I give a small smile and a nod of my head.
"Safety and peace Altair." I greet I see shock hover on his face for a moment before suddenly he has the softest of smiles gracing his lips. I try to keep my own lips from tilting up any further as he does not dip his head but keeps a submissive stance; I'm able to see his features clearly as he responds.
"Upon you as well brother." Altair replies his smile just barely differing from the normal blank mask he wore. I feel the sadness of the mission come upon me instead and my smile falters as I gave a silent sigh.
"It seems fate enjoys playing strange games." I sigh and run my hand over the desk bowing my head as I recall the last time Robear was in Jerusalem and the Brotherhood intervened. I look up at Altair as I see him go ridged, and hope I did not come across badly but I see instead regret in his amber gaze.
"So it is true? He is here?" Altair asks his tone almost depressed, which makes me again wonder about his forearms. I nod and rest my clenched hand on my desk. The whispers and knights flashing through my memory, I try not to flinch.
"I have seen the knights, and heard their whispers." I answer trying to keep the old pain at bay, but my arm, a long since healed stump throbs at the memories. Altair looks worried before he covers it with his steady mask; I find it annoying but don't mention it.
"Only misfortune follows that man, I should get this over with quickly." His low tone both startles me and stirs old memories. Then I see the meaning of the words. I stand straighter and shake my head. Had he not learned?
"We both know what comes of vengeance brother." I reason, hoping he would not go headlong into this and wind up getting himself killed. I didn't need to lose anyone else after losing Kadar. I also didn't need the loss to be similar to the last, in any way.
"I have not forgotten. You've nothing to fear. I don't seek vengeance, instead I seek knowledge." Altair states gently, he must have seen my change in posture, damn it. I look at him with a weary eye, how would death grant him that? I run a hand over my desk again and look up at him my lips pulled down just slightly. I just allow the truth to find me and smile.
"You are truly not the man I once knew." I state gently, an open invitation to explain. His eyes glimmer and he leans forward slightly just barley coming close enough to allow the desk in arms reach. I listen eagerly as he begins.
"My work has revealed many things, but some pieces of this puzzle are hidden from my sight." Altair murmurs I tilt my head to the side, intrigued. Altair found how to use words when it suited him, but now was not the time to dwell on that. I needed to know now, what it was he was discovering.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" I ask running a hand over my counter as I begin to pace. I feel his eyes follow me and restrain my inner heart as I listen intently.
"All my targets have whispered strange tidings with their dying breath. All the men I've lain to rest have been united under Robear, he has a designs upon the land. This much I know for certain, but how and why? When and where? These remain clouded." Altair's lilt keeps my attention and what he says does make sense in a twisted way. I try looking at it from all the angles and it makes even more sense, each was trying to control that small bit of land that would make it simple to unite them once the time was right.
"Those factions working together?" I ask confused where I did see reasoning I could not understand why. Altair eagerly moved forward obviously wanting to share this. Clearly wishing someone to see the truth as he was.
"They are not either faction, but something different and new. Templers." Altair states his eyes flashing, for a split second he reminds me of a predator getting closer to its kill. I continue my pacing like a caged lion.
"The Templers are a part of the Crusader army." I state confused, but Altair leans forward again as if desperate for me to see this. I listen as he continues.
"Or so they want King Richard to believe. No, they only hold allegiance to Robear, and the mad idea they will stop the war." Altar retorts, I find myself inclined to believe him but at the same time finding this insane. Slowly I come to a stop before him.
"You spin a strange tale." I say trying o see this as Altair was and failing. He gives me a humorous look and a strange grin. He was disappointed I could not see but understood my difficulty.
"Malik, you have no idea, but tell me where he has been seen. I must get to him before he is gone." Altair has a resigned look as if he hadn't said what he needed to but I don't push, knowing the eagles' tendency to fly.
"Few places I know for certain. West of here near the Guard tower and hospital, and to the southwest at the church, see what you can learn and I will do the same." I state worried as his tale spins wildly in my mind. Altair still has a conflicted light in his eyes but he nods.
"I'll be quick as I'm able." He states still standing before me. I look down at my map, having pointed out to him the locations of interest without looking. He leans back readying to leave.
"Stay safe, my friend." I see him let a look of shock cross his face and I look down looking over my map to hide my smile. I get back to work I hear him scale up and the fading foot falls tell me he has gone and I begin pouring over letters I've received from others and notes from the men I have patrolling my city. Nothing, I growl in frustration, a matching hiss comes from the courtyard and Altair slinks in, it had been a few hours at least and he looked frustrated.
"Have you found him?" I ask knowing by his frustration it was most likely a no. He paces before stopping in font of me, like an agitated cat.
"No, what about you?" He asks back letting out a sigh as my shoulders droop. He reads me well it seems. Even after all these years.
"Nothing of use I'm afraid." I answer back he nods and relaxes takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again, only for the amber to go conflicted once more. I wonder what causes him such inner turmoil.
"I'll continue my search then." He sighs and walks away I look after him. His back is straight his shoulders squared, he was in a hunter's mood. His prey was Robear and he was proving elusive.
"Fortune favor you." I say quietly I think I see a twitch but ignore it and get back to my work. It seems forever before he comes back a gleeful light in his amber eyes. I look up and resist a smile of relief perhaps he had put an end to this dreadful research that was getting me no where?
"You've the scent of success on you brother." I state looking up and standing fully. I try to discreetly work the crick out of my back from leaning over the desk for most of the day. He moves forward his lips pulled into the slightest grin.
"I've learned much of Robear." He states inviting me to talk. I take the offer openly. I need something to do. Altair eagerly gives me that.
"Share your knowledge and let's see what can be done with it." I ask, wanting to get this over with once and for all. He leans forward placing hesitant hands on my desk.
"Robear and his men are attending the funeral, so will I." Altair states I look confused and begin pacing once more. Why?
"Why would they?" I ask him, leaning forward so we are only separate by a foot or so. He still has a conflicted look although it has greatly diminished, as if he's giving up on the thought. I try not to think on it as he gives his information to me.
"I do not know, but the people are divided, some bray for Crusader blood, others say they only come to talk of peace." Altair's information startles me and I blink in shock, peace? No, that made no sense.
"Peace?" I ask letting my surprise show, as I draw back. This must be some strange ploy. He nods and continues.
"I've said to you before the other's I've slain have said as much." He seems agitated and twitches as I begin pacing once more. This was eternally confounding,
"That would make them our allies, yet we kill them." I say stopping before him as I thought this though. He nods but his amber gaze is locked on me in a way that makes heat rise through me. I repress it, barely.
"No, do not mistake them for that, their goal seems noble but their means are far from it. We are nothing like these men. At least… That is what Al Mualim told me." He stands and his hands twitch by his sides he stands still as stone. I look at him for a moment before clearing my thoughts.
"So the plan?" I ask deciding I was losing too much control to continue talking with him much longer. He leans forward again lowering his head to hide his face. I lean on my one arm and twitch disliking his hiding.
"I will attend the funeral and confront Robear." He states coolly I feel a loss but decide to brush it off. I lean down grab a feather and place it before him. A sad look enters his eyes as he looks up at it but his mask slides into place as he takes the feather. He takes it and begins to leave.
"Fortune favor your blade, brother." I say as I begin working on my maps, I hear him stop and look up. He is wavering in the door way to the courtyard.
"Malik, before I go I must say something." His voice wavers like he was having difficulty speaking. I lean forward to look at him confused by his hesitance. Altair was not one to hesitate for anything, not even when it came to water, the bloody idiot would leap post to post sticking out of the surface to cross rather than finding a bridge when fleeing guards.
"Be out with it." I retort my voice soft. I wait for his reply with eager ears. He twitches and takes a deep breath. He turns his head slightly as if wanting to glance behind. More uncertainty, this was beginning to worry me.
"I've been a fool." He states tersely slight anger slipping to the edge of his voice. I lean back in surprise; I make unseen gestures towards him as I pace yet again.
"Normally I would not argue but what is this, what do you speak of?" I ask confused. He turns back for a moment I see guilt, regret and pain clearly on his face before he tilts his head down hiding his face. Too late I think as I watch him, I knew and I had seen, why does he try to look strong and unbreakable no matter what happens?
"All this time I was too damn proud to say I was sorry." His voce is filled with self loath. I'm still in shock and am completely taken off guard. I feel his eyes on me as he continues, "You lost your arm because of me, you lost Kadar." I hold my stump and turn pain flaring in my chest and tears tightening my throat. I hear him shift his feet as he goes on, "You have every right to be angry." His last statement stirs something in me. I turn and wave away the words.
"I do not accept your apology." I say my voice soft and low. He suddenly looks up defeat flashing in his eyes then hangs his head. He looks pathetic and I smile, not because of his pain but because his misunderstanding.
"I understand." He says his voice shifting as pain tightens his throat. I look at him, near the opposite wall I see every aspect of him, and the memories grow hard to ignore.
"No. You don't. I do not accept your apology because you are not the same man who walked with me in Solomon's Temple. So you have nothing to apologies for." I say loving the light of hope that shines in his eyes at my soft chide. I know he heard my voice waver, a clear sign my words were nothing but truth. I smile gently and I walk over and lean against the wall next to Altair.
"Malik…" His voice is sharp with surprise and guilt, but all the same his voice sends shivers through me. How could only his voice affect me so?
"Perhaps… had I not been so envious of you I would not have been so reckless myself. I am just as much to blame." I say letting the grief and guilt go after so long feels so liberating, so relieving. I say all this while gesturing with my remaining hand, not even paying attention to it. Altair moves to stand before me almost looking desperate.
"Don't say such things!" He pleads looking like he wants to move forward but stays back like he was hesitant to anger me. I am allowed to say the truth. My hand comes up but I let it drop down. I just stand and look at him a small smile pulling at my lips.
"We are one, as we share the fine taste of our victories we also share the bitterness of our defeats, in this we grow closer, stronger." I state clenching my fist before me to make my point as I speak. I look up and see a look of uncertainty and longing in his eyes. I feel my heart lurch and I can't resist any longer. I lean forward my hand coming up to cup his cheek, surprise flashes in his eyes but he does not pull away. Taking that as consent I lean forward and kiss him gently pulling away after the quick meeting of lips. I look in his now clouded eyes as he blinks away the haze the softest blush gracing his pale skin.
"Thank you, Malik." He whispers. I chuckle and look away going to walk back to my work. I feel strange; I have not felt this at ease since the days of my youth, the days as a fumbling novice. The days Altair and I had been inseparable and together.
"Take time to rest if you need to, Altair, so you might be better readied for what lies ahead." I murmur as I begin putting away all the missives in their respectable places and pull down a book I was copying for the Keep's library when I feel hands on my shoulders. I look over one to see Altair there he pushes gently getting me to turn. I place the book on the counter behind him and smirk.
"Altair what are you doing?" I ask knowing by the soft glow of his eyes what he would ask of me. I want him, after so long, after so many years he was still my lover. After all; as I remember it we never broke off the relationship, only drifted apart. He was no longer unseeing, and he was now almost back to being the not-as-arrogant man I'd loved from so long ago.
"Malik…" He murmurs, his hands slipping lower to rest on my chest I chuckle and smirk raising a single brow. I want him, and he knows it, I feel a spark of playfulness and move forward surprising him enough to back him against the counter. I give him a feral smile before kissing him again. I let him set the pace but when I feel his legs part and him slip up to sit on the counter, I move closer settling between his legs as we continue to kiss.
I feel his hands pull at my robe and I pull back jerking my head towards my room as I grab the pole to lock the lattice. I see his eyes flash in understanding as he nods and slips past as I move around to lock the lattice. Turning back I see a white robe over the counter along with Altair's weapons, including his hidden blade. I chuckle laying my black over robes next to them before walking into my rooms.
Seeing Altair waiting for me by the small bed, wearing only an undershirt and the tight leather pants all us assassin's wear is a sight I relish. I grin and slip forward and wrap my arm around him pulling him back against me. I can't hold back my chuckle when he jumps and tenses on guard even though his only hunter is me. My one hand comes up to gently wrap around his throat as I kiss him on the jaw. He relaxes knowing he is trapped.
"Altair…" I hiss into his ear as I feel his hands clench, he's fighting the urge to touch and while I feel slightly smug I also feel confused. Altair had been a bold lover, one unafraid to touch and push back. I drop my hand and turn him looking him in the eyes asking him silently. He looks to the side then back at me and I see something that makes my heart flutter and my mind blank.
"Malik… I don't deserve to take any more from you. I owe you a great deal, my life included. So take what you will." Altair mutters looking off to the side, a soft blush decorating his almost unnaturally pale face. I feel a pang of anger but keep it back feeling many other emotions gathering to push it down.
"No, this…" I run my hand down his neck, "Is mine already, and this is not an act that should ever be offered as payment. You are not a whore." I say quietly and let my hand drop as I see, to my great disappointment, anger flash in his amber eyes. I knew it was not directed at me, and sadly I knew he would lash out most likely at himself. He may have changed but not in that aspect.
"Then what must I do? What must I do to pay for what I did to Kadar!?" Altair is trying to hold in his anger but his voice rises and falls and I finally see it. My hatred toward him, that rage I directed at him was completely unneeded. Altair had enough self loathe for three if not ten men. I sigh and shake my head before pulling Altair to me and kissing him softly, soothing his inner demons.
"Kill my brother's killer and your debt is settled. Put Kadar to rest and you will owe me nothing. After all you started this, it's only natural you end it." I keep my eyes locked with his, trying to force him to see that I was truly serious. His ragged pant rushed out in the gasp of shock and I knew I had him. Altair's amber eyes darkened as his anger left him and now it was my turn to let out my breath in a hiss as he grinned like a sly fox and leaned forward and nipped my neck right under my jaw. I groan and pulled him closer, feeling his hands slip under my lose cotton under shirt.
There was the lover I was used to. I have the slight suspicion he is still trying to repay me but just can't bring myself to care. His mouth finally meets mine and we share a heated kiss as our hands travel old paths renewing our memory of the others' body. I find my hand rubbing slow circles into his right hip as he rocks into me, breathing heavily into my ear letting out the most delicious noises. I growl as he finally moans pressing his lips against my neck. I want him, and I want him now, but that damn shirt is in my way, along with his pants. His pants really needed to go; I was really starting to hate his pants.
"Strip novice…" I chuckle as he growls at me but he knows it is only teasing. He pulls back and pulls at my shirt and I chuckle grabbing his wrist and guiding his hands back to him. He chuckles but quickly pulls off his shirt watching intently as I pull my own up and over my head discarding it easily. Now I was free of that but the bastard kept his damned pants on, I growl at him and push him down onto the bed. He has the slightest grin and he arches into me causing us both to let out soft groans. I kiss a trail down his neck not wanting to waste a moment.
"Malik…" He groans as I begin rubbing his oh so sensitive groin with my hand using my knees to keep me up. I chuckle and tug at his waist band, biting at his neck in irritation, Altair always tied a knot in a way that made it impossible to untangle unless you were the imbecile who tied it.
"Get out of your damned pants!" I hiss glaring at the offending article of clothing. Altair chuckles and nips my shoulder near the juncture with my neck, avoiding my crippled side. I sigh and move back, sitting on my haunches in a similar position to what I would use if resting on a rafter waiting to follow a target.
"Take off yours first." He shoots back I let out a hiss of annoyance but pull away completely to pull the knot on my pants lose allowing them to fall to the ground. Looking at him I wait as he slowly pushes himself up and unties the strings holding the tight leather up. Standing he pushes it enough so it falls off on its own accord.
I growl low in my throat at seeing what has and always will be mine, I'd make sure by the end of the night he would never think of another man again. I pin him back down again and begin exploring his mouth loving his taste. I've been thirsting for it, for so long. I grind us together and get a low moan from Altair, I flip us so he's straddling my hips.
"Show me what you remember, prepare yourself and ride me." I command Altair growls but looks around at my small room. I smirk knowing he's looking for some kind of oil to reduce the pain.
"In the main room there is some olive oil." I chuckle as he glares behind him at the door. I grin and pull him down to me kissing him breathless. I move out from under him and slip out to grab it my tension softening due to the fact after so long he is mine again, and I am his.
"I could have gotten it." Altair mutters next to my ear one hand over mine that was curled around the vial of oil, his other sliding down my side to rest on my hip pulling us flush together. I hum my approval of his bold gesture and look over my shoulder. Altair's eyes are as uncertain as his movements are sure. I take lead again moving to turn he lets go but keeps me caged with his arms, one on either side of me.
"This makes me wonder who is submitting to whom." I chuckle and he smirks moving so we were again flush together. His predatory smirk sent a shiver through me reminding me exactly what I was being given control of, even for a short while. Altair was 'The White Demon' just like I was 'The King of Swords' we were both dangerous, but that did not mean I was more powerful than the man before me. We could both easily kill the other but that meant nothing; we had no wish to do so.
"I to you. However, as I submit myself to you are you not also submitting yourself to me?" He smirks the question was valid and in all honesty true in its statement. Even if he was the one to submit, I was still in a different way submitting to him. I smile and when his lips twitch up. I lean in and kiss him, getting him to relax enough I'm able to switch our positions.
From there our night descends into lust and passion, Altair pinned under me or straddling my waist and the whole while the both of us feeling complete. I'm lying on my side after everything Altair is sitting on the edge of the bed behind me. I'm completely relaxed for the first time in months, years even, but I can sense Altair is far from peaceful.
"Altair lay down and rest, every moment you waste is giving Robear more of a chance than he deserves." I scold trying to pull him down to me. He sighs and finally relents to my wishes. When he's on his side I throw my arm over him and pull him close resting my head against the back of his.
"Sleep Altair." I sigh and wait. It takes a half hour but his breath evens and he is asleep. I close my eyes and let sleep take me for the first time in a long time truly happy.
The morning came and like so many other times I wish I could turn back time to stop the inevitable, but I cannot. I watch him leave but he stops. I watch confused as he turns back again.
"Malik… If I do not return, I…" I look up sharply silencing him. He watches as I walk over to him grab him and pull him into a possessive kiss. When I pull away I smirk at the daze in his eyes.
"If you do die, I'll never forgive you. You're my Novice and death can't have you yet. Keep that in mind Altair." I whisper as I draw back I know there is a real chance he won't come back but I refuse to allow despair to come over me. I watch him leave and silently pray to Allah I won't lose him again. I try to do as my duty dictates but I find it almost impossible. I finally give up and turn in locking the lactic and going to my room with a random book, until even then I gave up trying for peace of mind. I begin pacing my Bureau.
"Allah… Let him live… Please. I cannot take more of this; I am a man who can only take so much before breaking." I whisper fist clenched on my counter my head tilted up with my eyes closed. I feel longing but push it back for my stubborn pride and begin working. I do this for the better part of the day throwing myself wholly into my work forgetting food in favor of distraction.
It was near sunset that finally the bells began to toll. I had been so distracted I'd jumped and knocked over my ink pot, before it could spill much I'd caught it and righted it, thankfully the ink had not spilt on anything and was a very small splash over the smooth wood of my counter. I looked at the little courtyard and held my breath. I'd unlocked the lattice once I had gotten back to work and feared what would come through it.
An informant runs in and reports that the funeral had dissolved to Chaos. I stiffen and nod to him as a dismissal, he takes his leave. I had kept a stone face but now I paced and frown worrying clouding my thoughts as they turned to my Novice. He had to make it he had to. He was the kind of Assassin that was sent to decimate small armies, surely one man and a handful of guards could not kill him.
"It was a trap!" Altair snarls slinking in holding his side and blade arm that side of his robe torn and bloody. I jump over my counter with a well-practiced flip and seat him in a corner going and locking my lattice. I grab the needed supplies and go to Altair's side. I carefully pull off his things with his help and being careful of the wound.
"I heard the funeral was consumed by chaos, what happened?" I ask sharply looking at the cut in his shoulder and the one down his side. He glares at the wall and doesn't wince as I clean and stitch up the cut in his side, its deep enough to cause me worry but it is thankfully not deep enough to cause many problems once stitched and wrapped. I wrap his chest and move to the cut in his upper arm. Thankfully it is also not deep enough to cause much harm once tended to. I'm slightly upset this almost seems routine.
"It was a trap. It was an imposter not Robear. He expected me." The words sent chills through me as I do my work. I just finish the shoulder and clean up as Altair jumps up and pulls back on his things.
"You must go to Al Mualim!" I say in my panic, though in the still logical part of my brain I'm chastising myself saying the old fool would surely not know where the French man was.
"There is no time! She told me what he is doing and where. If I do not tail him now he may succeed, and then we will be destroyed." For a second my mind is thankful at least one of us is thinking straight, and then it's back to a chaotic swirl of confusion.
"We killed most of his men, he has no hope of a proper attack… Wait, 'She'?" I had begun pacing but turn with a snap to ask in my confusion. What was this about a 'She'? A female did that damage to Altair?
"Yes, it was a woman! Strange indeed but that can wait. We must focus on Rober, we did thin his ranks but he is clever. He goes to plead his case to Richard and Saladin, to unite them against a common enemy, us." Altair's words are like falling into an icy river. I gesture as I shake my head.
"This makes no sense, those two men would never…" I see Alitair's eyes and trail off, not wishing to believe. This was designed by Al Mualim, how could he run them in such circles without seeing this outcome? I shake my head, wishing my mind were not twisting such things.
"We have only ourselves to blame that they would. The men I've killed are important to both leaders and were on both sides of the conflict. Rober's plan is ambitious but it could work…" Altair's words are shockingly true. I try to reason with myself more than Altair one last time.
"Look, Altair, things have change, you must return to Masyaf. We cannot act without permission; we would risk compromising the Brotherhood. I… I thought you had learned this?" I know I hide, but my fear clouds both my mind and words. The Assassin's at the keep must know; we must hide before attacking our enemy. We risked destruction. My mind whirls as Altair's eyes flash in anger.
"Stop hiding behind your words, Malik! You wield the Creed and it's tenets like some shield. He's keeping things from us, important things!" Altair speaks true but my loyalty and logic collide in a devastating way on my sanity as I turn away. I juggle my weight a bit from foot to foot as I look up begging Allah for answers. Then I hear my own words on his lips.
"You told me we could never know anything, only suspect. Well I suspect this Templar business runs deeper. When I am done with Rober I shall ride for Masyaf for answers. But perhaps you could go now." I sigh, I cannot, my position forbade it. I was a Dia not an Assassin, not anymore. I gesture from myself to him.
"I cannot leave the city." I say dazed as a sickening picture is becoming clear. But yet I doubt. Perhaps it is only wounded pride speaking and not the man before me?
"Then walk among the people, speak to the servants of the ones I slew. Learn what you can. You say you are perceptive, perhaps you will see something I could not. But keep the Assassin's in the city here in case I fail and Rober's plan succeeds." Altair says turning and eager to leave. I sigh and lean on my desk staring at my map of my city as if it holds the answers my mind and spirit seeks.
"I do not know about this. I must think on it." I say straightening as I meet his gaze which is once again soft.
"Do as you must my friend. But it's time I ride for Rober, to Arsuf. Every second I delay Robear gets ever further from me." Altair is set, and I give in.
"Be careful, Brother." I say leaning again on my counter as I stare down. I am both shamed and scared of Altair's idea, for it makes sense. Too much for me to feel at ease any longer.
"I will, I promise." Altair says and then is gone. I collapse atop my counter and curse as I know I will do as asked. I walk among the people. I hear the whispers. As Altair says, I see something he did not. I gather those in the city and we ride for Maysaf. I must reach Altar before he reaches Al Mualim.
A/N: So I'm doing good? I'm not too sure but eh… I'm thinking of doing a sort of Sequel which will be Altair's view on it. Any votes on that? As always, Peace and safety be upon you, my Readers. Again, not a Templar nor Al Mualim so no forced reviews for me.