Hello Again! So I know that this chapter is super short, but I wanted you to know Fangs point of view also instead of Max's, and it will also be sort of important later in the story. So...yeah. Thanks so much for reading and try to give me a review!

-Rico

Chapter 3:
I bolted around the corner, pushing past a beggar woman who clung onto my loose sleeve, leaping up onto a crate, and pulled myself up onto the roof with ease. I scanned over the flat landscape of the flat rooftops for guards before running from rooftop to rooftop back to the sanctuary. I had completed my objective, and headed back with a feather, red with the blood of the target in the pocket on the inside of my tunic. I reached the sanctuary, dropping through the wooden mesh roof into the small first room of the sanctuary. The two rooms to the sanctuary used to be the back of a house, but the entrance was sealed off and disguised a long time ago, the only entrance to the two rooms being through the roof. Walking into the back room, the retired assassin who worked here motioned me over to him.

"Have the feather?" He asked shortly, avoiding eye contact with me. I slid the white feather stained with white to him, and he took it, hastily wrapping it in white paper and giving it to a hawk, who clasped it in its clawed foot, allowing the man to tie the string around its leg. I watched as the small hawk flew out the doorway and out of the sanctuary, the note still clasped in its clawed foot.

"Anything else?" I asked gruffly, and he looked at me quickly in the eyes before turning and busying himself with something else behind the counter.

"Nothing." He said, not even glancing up at me. I guess I was used to this kind of behavior, when I was initiated as a novice assassin in training when I was fourteen, the few people in the guilds told me the emotion slowly drained out of my eyes as my training progressed. But it was what I wanted, I wanted to be a hero to someone.
With that I turned, leaping up out of the sanctuary from a fountain that was built in the wall, entering the twilight of Damascus.
I took off across the rooftops, leaping over flat topped buildings and across planks until I reached one of the higher points of the city, climbing up windows and stone pegs in the curved wall. At the top, crouched on a perch extending from the tower, the orange sun hiding behind the white castle. I wondered if that princess, Maximum, would remember me after I pulled her into the alley.

I was leaving the church whatever to avoid the guards that had chased me there the day before after I killed the doctor in the courtyard, and in the morning when I left, a guard recognized me from the sea of monks and I had to take refuge in the dark alleyways. Maximum had just happened to run by, and I guess it wasn't so hard to just help her. But, jeez it was so much worse. Holding her cold little body against my chest, her smell, she smelled like jasmine and her wrists were white and scar-less. She was so much prettier up close than I thought she would be.

I shook my head to loosen the thoughts of her, the last thing I needed was love. I was an assassin for crying out loud, and she was a princess, living in a castle with everything she could possibly want, while I was hiding with my hands covered in blood. Who was I to want someone like her.
I leaped off the top of the perch, turning once over as I landed in soft hay, concealed from the guards. I lay still, letting my heart beat return to normal, I could have just stayed and slept here, in the sweet smelling hay, for the night. but I had better get back to the master. I bet I was going to get my last weapon tomorrow, for tomorrow was probably the day I would get back to Florence for the last of my initiation. I pulled myself up and out of the hay, startling a woman who jumped away from me with a glare.

I turned my head down to watch my feet as I slowly walked through Damascus. I walked past beggars, merchants closing up their stalls for the night, guards heading into the barracks for the night and a few templars heading out to take their places. With their suspicious eyes on me, I left the city through a small, crowded tunnel that led into the outside world. As soon as I left the city, the bustling sounds and putrid smells faded away, slowly returning to the clean smells of the outside world. I spotted a grey horse standing aways away, No one standing near it. I jogged towards it, hoping that the ever present sight of the guards wouldn't find me running threatening. I swung up on the horse, just before one of the guards ran out from the tunnel, pointing a sword at me.

"Murderer!" All the heads of the templars turned towards me, and they rushed towards me, and I dug my heels into the horses side, who swerved and galloped away towards the path leading to Florence. I smiled slightly under my hood, knowing they wouldn't be able to catch me, and leaned forward, urging the horse faster, its ears pricked as we set off. The image of the princesses huge chocolate brown eyes never leaving my head.