Hey, I got bored so I wrote a new chapter for this story hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 4 - My lullaby, my friend.
He remembered the times were he could snuggle closely to the other boys; there was two of them, he loved to tell them story's and mess around even though it was hard to find the enthusiasm to do so with the war going on around them but still they had so many fun times.
His brother no younger then four years but still he always felt the need to protect him however that no longer matters; it was too later as his death was over ten years ago but still there was never a day were he did not regret leaving the other boys.
He had no idea of what had happened all he knew was that somewhere within this 'plan' Altaïr was involved in it as well but he still did not know that for sure for all he knew Altaïr could be dead though he highly doubted that, he had seen the way Altaïr use to fight; he had great amount of stealth and ruthless strength, he also had great skills with a blade as he had witnessed when the boy use to carve into wood.
He kind of hoped that his skills did not go to waste, he hoped he wasn't killed and if he was he wished to avenge him and his brother but for now he will follow whatever Robert tells him to do, he needs to gather more information.
Now he lays in his bed with thoughts racing, a song so sweet playing in the background; he remembers this song from when he was younger, his mother use to sing it to her when he was a lot younger, it always sent him to sleep.
Still it did not stop the thoughts from coming, the thoughts of what might happen in the mere future; what of that boy who he once called friend? He had once put his trust into him yet he still does not know if that was a wise decision, for all he knows Altaïr could have tricked them after all, what if all along Altaïr was with the enemy? What if Kadar dying and him getting taken was his plan after all? But Malik could not find it within him to question his lost friend; it wouldn't be right.
The song had long ago finished so he opened his eyes, it was late and sleep was well overdue. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood, he walked to hid window and glanced outside; it's a starry night and the wind is calm and cool which chilled the room.
There is no one about; it is completely empty more so then usual, there is no shouting from the guards nor Robert which leaves only one question; where are they?
Malik sighs and walks over to the door, he slowly pulls it open and slips into the shadow, yes he is very good at staying hidden sometimes he wonders if he was with the wrong side; he was not meant to be a Templar it was so obvious, Templars would rush into battle head first with no clue of the consequences but he was more for tactics, he would hide and go for the kill when the timing was right.
He walks down the hall and into the main chamber, it was not grand but yet it was favourable to say the least though it was difficult to stay hidden as there was an extensive amount of light in the room.
A knock to his far right court his attention; it had come from the dining room which lead to the stable.
He rushed over to the door and pushed it open, a sharp pain rushed through his head as something collided into him and then there was darkness.
...
His vision was beginning to return, he was now in the stables and the hay was sticking into his back and neck. There is a figure sitting to his left who is dressed in white.
"So you're awake," The person said bluntly though the words were slightly distorted for obvious reasons. Finally Malik's senses returned to him and now he can clearly see whoever it is that are sat to his left.
He was dressed in white robes and a red sash which sat under a brown belt that was worn around his waist, he was also armed to the teeth; he had a sword to his right, a hidden blade on his left wrist and throwing knifes on his right shoulder and on that brown belt.
It was obvious what he was; he was an Assassin but was he here to end him? But if he was wouldn't he already of done that, why leave it so late?
"Why are you here Assassin? State your purpose," Malik said formally though there was something in his voice that betrayed him; there was some fear there, well he was sat here defenceless with an armed Assassin who at any moment could end him even though he did not fear death he actually actually welcomed it, it was only the pain of dying which he came to fear.
"So you do not recognise me, Malik?" It was mostly an rhetorical question though it did confuse Malik; who was this man?
"Who are you?" Malik asked bluntly but he really wanted to know- no he needed to know, the perk of being who he was; he always needed to know things or it would piss him off.
He pulled his hood down and instantly Malik knew who this man was; his short ash blonde hair, unique golden eyes and creamy skin made him obvious.
"Altaïr..."
The man chuckled at Malik's disbelief; he loved the way he had made the cock sure man surprised though saying he was surprised would be incorrect because he was not, he was actually more relieved and remorseful.
"Oh so you have not forgotten, that is good to know but Malik the question is; what are you doing here?" Altaïr asked, his voice in a tone of general wonder.
"It matters not, you are suppose to be the enemy so why would I answer that damned question? You are nothing more then a novice and when the time comes I will show you who is better, the challenge will be set and no matter what I will prevail; and if I have to kill you then so be it. We were once companions as children but times have changed and now we fight for different reasons and sides so tell me Altaïr what is the reason for your sudden presence here?" Malik replied harshly, his voice unshaken and strong but in the back of his mind he was unwilling to say these words which tumbled out of his mouth without consequence; he had become more like them then Malik had first anticipated.
"Malik you have been poisoned with their venomous lies, I am not your target and I will not fight you Malik!" Altaïr shouted in a collective manner as he stood up in some sort of frustration.
"You still have not answered my question, who sent you here and why?" Malik did not intend to sound hateful and angry but there was something in his mind that told him to act that way, to be careful and to not trust the man in front of him.
"I came here for information, my master sent me because of 'you' but now that I know that it is you...I cannot complete this mission, I can't kill you...I will not shed blood on this night because I have found my friend," He replied, his voice almost a whisper, he is hurt; by the way Malik spoke his sentiment.
"We are not friends...no longer.
Well you should leave before anyone else finds here," Malik grumbles as he gets up and walks out.
"Damn" Altaïr hisses before he mounts a horse and rides off towards Masyaf.
The first ever mission that he had failed to complete but it was that one promise that he had made with an old friend which kept him from doing so; his only friend, his only promise and he wishes to leave it at that.
Yes he had forgotten; forgotten about the friendship that they once had.
His friend and the friendship they held was taken by the enemy and they both were lost because of the lies have over powered him and now Altaïr will have to be the one to find that friend again and pull him up away from the darkness and lies.
-Lokipie-
