Back again.

To person who asked: I was in hospital because I was.

"Is something wrong, boy?"

Sedor choked out a 'no I'm fine' through the thought rushing through her head.

'Well damn, this is a problem. On one hand, if I lie to them and say I'm a boy, if they find out later, I could be sentenced to death, I could be arrested, and all that other stuff I never want to happen to me. But they'll take me seriously, and I do want that, in fact I need it to get out of here. However, I can only make this prediction on the way they treat women, and the way I've seen them treat them, isn't so good so far. If I do tell them I'm a woman, they've already seen what I can do, or at least a small percentage of it. I can't tell them where I'm from, because for all I know, they could try to kill me. And I've tasted death once before, I don't want to go through that again. However, I don't know where I am, and I don't know the date. When I died, it was the day before Chris' birthday, 27th September 2010. I doubt it'll be much longer than that.' She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to think, felling the stares of the men behind her on her back. 'Let's go through what they already know. They know my name is Sedor Libera and that I'm a street runner. They know that death just happened in my life, but they think my friends died, not me. Of course if I say I died, they'll think I'm mad, so no saying that. They don't know my family or anything like that. Let's keep it that way.'

"Excuse me, boy." One of the older ones said, Malik wasn't it?

"Yes?" Sedor answered, pulling her hood down a bit more, hiding another inch of her face.

"Where are you from, and which family do you belong to?"

Ahh, the questions she really didn't want to answer. She knew they had been coming, but she was to busy thinking of what they knew to find an excuse.

"U-uhm… I'm from… Britain. A-and my family… is, uh, dead." It was more or less the truth, she was dead, so technically she wouldn't belong to her family anymore, and Britain was the truth. No sugar coating or anything of the sort. Malik raised an eyebrow.

"Britain?" His eyes narrowed. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now."

"Haven't killed anyone, only hurt through self-defence, and I'm an atheist."

"A-fi-est?" Kadar questioned, confusion written all over his face.

"Atheist. Not religious." She explained.

Kadar nodded and walked to the pile of cushions. "Well, I suppose that's a good thing. Sort of. So what do you think happens when you die?" He flopped onto the pillows.

"My soul gets stuck in the ceiling, so, I'll just be going home now, kay bye." She made a beeline for the roof exit, when Malik grabbed the back of her hoodie, she quickly reversed, and pulled the hood forward so her face wouldn't be shown.

"Not quite, boy-"

"Sedor."

"Strange name, you'll be coming with us tomorrow. We want to ask you something, and we can't ask it. So we'll get Master to ask it, if he agrees with the Rafiq."

Sedor raised an eyebrow. "'Master'? What kind of ego trip is this guy on?"

The Rafiq smacked her over the head.

"OW!"

"Don't respect Al Mualim! He's helped us all to understand allot about this world! How most are selfish, and idiots, and must be given rules to follow, or else the world will fall into chaos!"

Sedor's eye twitched, hands clenched and breath became shallow with anger.

'These guys CLEARLY don't know anything about the world! What are we in, the sixteen hundreds!'

"What year is this! The-?"

"It's the year of 1189." Kadar told her, not listening to the unfinished sentence.

"WHAAAAAT!"

All men visibly flinched at the loud voice that echoed round the room, and heard the birds outside take flight.

"What, did you, just, say?" She asked, her voice creepily calm.

"I, I said, it was the year of 1189." He whispered.

Sedor attempted to calm down, remembering what Anya had said to help her calm down. Breathe slowly, walk a step a second, try to ignore everyone.

"Are you ok Sedor?" Kadar attempted, snuggled deep in the pile of pillows.

She sighed and pulled her bag off her back. "I'm fine." She was about to pull out her iPod and headphones, before realising it would end badly, and instead pulled out a peach.

"How did you get such fruits, Sedor?" Malik asked, once again suspicious.

Sedor didn't get the time to reply, before someone dressed all in white fell from the ceiling and landed on top of her….

Again.

Her eyes widened. "YOU."

Altair rolled off her instantly and walked to the Rafiq, talked a bit and was about to leave when Sedor slid in front of him.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet buddy."

She made to kick his face, only to be blocked and nearly sent to the floor. She quickly recovered and made three powerful body hits, and a hit to his face. Altair was sent backwards into the sandstone wall.

"What was that for, boy!" He growled. Sedor stormed over and bitch slapped him.

"You know FULL well." She hissed back.

She walked calmly over to the roof entrance/exit, and started to climb up, but was quickly dragged down by Malik.

"We already told you Sedor, you're coming with us back to Al Mualim. That is not going to change. He has already agreed to see you, on account of your skills. After making sure you are not a Templar, we will ask you a very important question. This question will determine the outcome of your position in life." The Rafiq announced, making her act out of pure anger.

"Yeah, well I forgot to mention one small little detail!" She pulled back her hood, revealing her face.

"I'm a girl."

After that dramatic announcement, she only just realised what shit she just dropped herself in by the looks of their faces.

'Well, my life is over.'

Well, that's that done. Three pages on Word, almost four, written on two days, the cat on my feet, eating pocky with a burnt tongue from my coffee.

Yay!

Read, review and tell me if you want Sedor to save Kadar.

Oh, and also, was Kadar the guy who got stabbed through the chest at the gates when Altair failed?

Also, go look at this link, it's my friends version. Ht tp : /jennythm. Deviantart . com/art/For-laughs-214970685