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As her screams echoed into endlessness she realized that she had left Altaïr's study and suddenly stood on a battle field, but not just on a battlefield but in the very heat of battle. On one side the assassins attacked with their swords and knifes from one side of a river and on the other was Templars, standing on with their spies and shields. It gave a good in look in which strategy the two groups were using, but what was Elizabeth during there? She stood in the middle of the river, feeling the fresh, yet cold water surrounding her up to her knees and looking at the soldiers of both sides. The assassins had an aggressive offensive position and as for the Templars, they were on the defence.

"Altaïr?" she screamed, hopping that he would answer, but no one answered. She looked around seeing mountains, a huge building in the background and blood as the soldiers began to for fill their destiny. "Where are you? Answer me! This is not funny any more!" She turned around herself, again and again and then took a second look at the building. She had seen it before, but from where? Was this another illusion or had she been transported through time and space again? She wasn't any longer in the fortress of Masayf, and she felt a sudden urge to cry. She began walked backwards in the water even though her feet were like ice. "This can't be happening…! Altaïr! Malik! Anybody? I need you!" she then abruptly fell backwards, landing in the cold water but was fast to sit up to secure her air ways. "This can't be happening…" Suddenly see realized that there were a couple of Templars coming in her direction. "No… Stop… please… Stop!"

Suddenly everything went dark. The Templars, the assassins, the landscape and the river with the cold water disappeared right in front of her eye and she founded herself in the same realm she had been in about a month ago. The air was heavy, but the smell was neutral, almost sterile. Standing in the other end of the realm was a proud pale smoke floated with its nasty eye in the middle. "You…" Elizabeth whispered and was surprised the see that thing again.

"Welcome. Did you miss me?" it asked. Its voice was high, but rusty.

"I can't really brag about that. It is now you can bring me back to my real time?"

"Bring you back? Why?"

"Because I'm in this realm again? Just like last time."

"But would you be ready to go back? Doesn't anything hold you back here?" it asked as it came closer.

"What do you mean?"

"Ohh… You will find out soon enough."

"No! If you can take me back do it now!"

"Hehehehehe! In the darkness you will explore and find illumination.… Maybe you will even find your past."

"My what? Hey! Come back here!" The realm disappeared in a beam of light and Elizabeth felt like her body was flying. She felt very tired. Her body was like a zombie, only waiting to crawl out of its grave.

"Elizabeth? Wake up now? Are you al right?" she heard Altaïr's voice saying in the distance and she slowly began to open her eyes. "Elizabeth…?" he sighed in relief. "Thank Allah you are al right."

"Altaïr…?" Was she really back? After the meeting with the shadow she felt for some reason safe to be near the assassin. Her skin felt electric as he touched her in the intention to help her and slowly she raised her body up, looking down at her dress, realizing that the bottom of it was wet. "Altaïr… I'm thinking…!"

"About what?" he asked and looked at her wet dress. She couldn't tell him.

"About why sheep don't shrink when they get wet and later dry." Ones again Altaïr looked at her in suspicion as he narrowed his eyes.

"So the apple didn't scare you this time?" he asked and Elizabeth snapped.

"Are you crazy, it scared me half to death! It was like if a blonde throws you a grenade…you pick it up, pull the pin and throw it back! What were you thinking? Do you hate me that much?" Elizabeth looked at the man and her eyes grew. Her blood was boiling. "Let me get away from that thing!" She stood up as realized that she had moved to fast so now she felt dizzy.

"What did you see?" Altaïr asked her and Elizabeth looked at him, wondering if he already knew the answer he just needed someone to confirm it. She was angry, very angry. If he already knew what terror he had put her though then she couldn't forgive him. She took a few steps towards Altaïr and gave him a slap on his cheek and yelled:

"Maybe you should eat some make-up! That way you would maybe become pretty on the inside too! You should have made sure that thing wasn't going to do anything stupid!" She cried as Altaïr watched the woman as she left the room in a march. A few seconds after walked Malik into the room, only to find the best friend looking like a storm just had passed him.

"What happened?" asked Malik and his friend just looked at him, quiet, but with a grin on his face.

"I don't know if I want to laugh, hit or salute that woman." Altaïr sighed as he threw his arms up and Malik nodded as he looked at Altaïr's now red cheek.

"Yes women are the mysteries of the daylight." Malik responded. "But she has quiet a touch on you."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't hit her back." Malik said and went after Elizabeth, leaving Altaïr alone to think. Elizabeth refused, after the accident with the Apple to be near it or Altaïr. She did her best to make sure not to meet him in either the hall ways, at dinner, the marked or in the training section of the city and her plan worked. She and Altaïr didn't talk to each other and at dinner Elizabeth would eat her food before she even reached the table where she and Altaïr normally would sit. In the garden she would always sit on her bench in the lowest level, trying to think of everything and nothing, but eventually she had to come to the conclusion that she couldn't get the vision of the battle out of her head and as the new novices began to train she began to draw what she had seen. One day in training section something oddly truly happened. A man came and talked to her.

"Nalja?" he asked and Elizabeth looked up.

"Najla." She corrected him. Najla had become Elizabeth's official name in Masayf since it was easier to pronounce then Elizabeth. However Malik, Altaïr and a few others called her Elizabeth. She took a closer look at the man. He looked like he had the same age and the same body build up as Altaïr. His skin however was darker then Malik, bald with something looking like a tattoo running from his neck and onto his chest. The sunlight made the sweat on his dark skin lighten up like a model at photo shoot. However if Elizabeth stood up she would defiantly become higher than the man. "Who are you?"

"My name is Siraj al Din." He said with a much known European accent and Elizabeth widened her eyes.

"You are from France?" she almost shouted, but controlled herself in the last minute. His named something like 'Light of the faith'. He shocked his head as he smiled to her.

"No, but my father was. I lived there at the beginning of my childhood before coming here." He had a very dark voice, almost like an American jazz singer.

"Waow!" Elizabeth was up in the clouds and she couldn't remember that she had been so happy even since she came to Masayf. "I'm sorry" she finally said as an apology for her overreacting behaviour. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm an informer in this brotherhood. I just returned from Damascus to report for the Grand Master, however I can't seem to find him, and I thought that you might could help me."

"Of course…!" Elizabeth was thrilled to be able to talk again. Arabic was fine, but being able to talk with her own accent was a special joy. "Ow… When is the last time you were in Masayf?"

"Almost 5 month ago… Why?"

"Because… Al Mualim isn't the Grand Master any more…"

"What do you mean?"

"He… is dead..."

"Dead… no… but who is the new Grand Master then?"

"That would be Altaïr…"

"Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad!" he busted out as Elizabeth stood up and dusted the dirt of her dress as she looked at the informer. "The Dai of Jerusalem would be sad to here this…"

"Who is that?" Elizabeth asked as they walked up towards the fortress, knowing that a Dai were the direct representatives of the Imam, who were the exalted spiritual leader of the people but not knowing who the Dai of Jerusalem was.

"Malik A-Sayf." He started as he sighed. "A good man, but consumed by hate."

"Malik…" She mumbled. "I only know one Malik A-Sayf and he is usually in the map office. If he isn't drawing then he is usually poking Altaïr to stop looking into an artifact all day long. They could become a good couple." She smirked to herself with the idea in her head of Malik and Altaïr getting married and become old together with a lot of cats around them. Siraj looked at her. "I'm of course joking on the last part." she finally said. "Malik A-Sayf is the one with only one arm right?" Siraj nodded and stopped.

"So Altaïr is the new Grand Master and Malik A-Sayf is…"

"You can call him his right hand." Elizabeth realized that she had said left arm it could have been a very bad joke. As they reached the fortress she pointed Siraj in the right direction and he thanked her and as darkness began to fell over Masayf Elizabeth decided to call it for the day and went to the map office to find Malik but then heard sounds from the training ring. She ran down there, grabbed the pen and paper and began to draw the vision the Apple had shown her. She used the novices for source of inspiration and she asked Malik about some reference to a Templar uniform. Malik willingly help her as they both spend a lot of time drawing. She drew her visions and he maps. Even though they spend hours in silence alone with each it still felt comfortable. One day she finally finished the drawing in the best way she could and ran to the map office, dicked the door open as she made a huge entrance. "Malik!"

She walked over the one armed man and handed him the drawing. He got such a chock when she had opened the door that he looked at her first, convincing himself that she wasn't a threat and then at the drawing. "You draw us in a battle situation?" he asked and she nodded.

"It was what the apple showed me…"

"You should show it Altaïr." Malik suggested and Elizabeth looked at him with that kind of eyes: 'you really don't mean that right?' She took the drawing back and sat on her usually chair in the middle of the room.

"I'm not really into seeing him…" she sighed.

"Is it still because of the accident? But has it been now... what three weeks ago?"

"I know… but he gives me the chills and I don't know why!"

"I guess it is a pretty fine explanation for that?"

"And what would that be?"

"You think of him through your subconscious. Altaïr was born to be an Assassin and is now the Grand Master of the Assassin Order. So you most think that he scares you because he was born to kill?"

"Yes, I'm with you so far…"

"Altaïr was raised to be an assassin from birth. He already obtained the rank of Master Assassin before his twenty-four year, which isn't so long ago. However…" Malik sighed and looked for a second on his left shoulder for a moment.

"However what?" Elizabeth asked now really wanted to hear what Malik had to say.

To be continued ...

A/N :

Siraj al Din is actually a character who in the original version (the Danish one) first would be introduced in chapter 9 or so, but due to the translation process I had to make him appear earlier. The scene that he would had been introduced in (the original) have I deleted, since the most part in that scene was in Danish jokes and you can't translate them into English (with a good conscience). And if a scene gives you that such grief then it is probably because it wasn't meant to be there.

A user have asked me about the role of the shadow (who in the English version are very neglected). Its role right now is a mystery as much as many of the other upcoming thing but will be explained better the further we get into the story.

AND! Also due to the exam season the chapters will be very irregular, but if I miss a day or two I promise that that chapter will be longer then 2100 words.

Thank you very much and sorry for the long A/N ~~