Epilogue – Resolution
I was woken by the torrent pouring on my face. I had been out for a while, but it felt like a short one. I coughed up some water, but quickly got up. Just as quickly I fell down again as pain shot up my left leg. I steadied myself against the wall and looked at my left ankle. It was slightly bent at an odd angle. I cursed, knowing I would have to limp my way back home. For a moment I pondered alternatives, but seeing none, I gathered my strength and started obstinately making my way back home.
The trip back wasn't as long as I'd feared. The chase had taken me closer to home than I'd thought. At the door I was met by Harun, my father's most trusted servant. Harun looked at my leg and gave me a look, but said nothing. Harun had served our family since before I was a child and knew me well. He opened the door and I entered, continuing to my chambers. I collapsed on my bed. After I had lain there for a while I took my boot off and looked at the leg. I was no healer, but I could tell it was in bad shape. With the boot off the angle seemed more severe, and while there was no blood the ankle had taken on a very nasty colour. It didn't hurt as such, but prodding it elicited a very painful response. I gave a heavy sigh and lay down again.
I felt tired, so I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. I can't remember if I actually fell asleep, because at what felt like the very same moment a scream pierced the quiet. In a second I was up and limping towards the direction of the sound: upstairs. My father's bedchambers. I got to the door and pushed it open. At first I saw only my father. In a split second he was pushed back and I saw him. The man in white. Everything froze. At first I only saw the man in white, my mind asking what he was doing here. He was looking straight at me. Next I saw my father's shocked expression, but no source for it. Then I saw the reddened knife, held by the man in white. And then I saw the expanding red pool on my father's side. Of what came next, I remember almost nothing. I remember screaming, but not if any sound came out of my mouth. I remember the steely gaze of the man in white as he leapt out of the window.
I saw a man one day. A man in white. Perhaps that sounds silly to you. After all, each of us sees men every day, most of them unimpressive. But the man I saw was unlike others. Because that man took away the one thing in my life that I loved. That man killed my father. And I swore that with my dying breath I would work towards revenge. I know full well that revenge won't bring back my father; I am no child. But I do know that my father was good man, and for taking him away from me a price must be paid. One day I will see that man again. And from that meeting only I will walk out.
A/N: And that's the end of that story. I realize it's short, but I feel it's just right for a first story. I would like to give thanks to my wonderful reviewers. Your feedback really helped me keep writing. I'm already planning out my next story, though it won't be about Assassin's Creed. Sadly, I must let down the fans of Ath-Thu'ban and her Altair-obsession. I doubt I will continue this story, despite the potential. But this has been a wonderful first time, and I will write more soon. Until next time, friends.