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Chapter seven
(Kahlia's POV)

"…and don't you dare try and pull something like that again, do you understand me?!" Aniq shouted in my face, concluding her rant about how I should warn her next time I decide to do something 'rash'. I rolled my eyes and pried her hands off my face where she had been squeezing my cheeks and forcing my mouth into that ever unattractive fishy expression.

"You told me to do something, I was merely obeying," I replied calmly, a smile threatening to give way at the corners of my mouth. Aniq sighed daintily and rolled her amber eyes. Throwing her hands up in defeat, she muttered "Assez. Have it your way. But don't expect us to follow you when you leap off a cliff trying to save a baby rabbit."

I giggled and gently tugged her hair. "Yes Aniq, whatever you say." She stuck her tongue at me and gave me a Cheshire grin. Linking arms with Jaqueline and Aracely, they began the walk home, but as I turned to join them I glimpsed a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. I looked to where I thought I saw it, but there was nothing.
"Hunh…" I mumbled, scrutinizing the horizon, and then I hurried to join the others.

Oo

My bedroom was dark when I returned home to Masyaf Castle. A solitary candle rested atop a bedside table, its flickering flame illuminating only a small portion of the room. I casually strolled in, humming a quiet tune as I squeezed the excess water from the ends of my hair. Throwing the damp towel aside, I flipped my head to toss my hair forward, and as I did so, the small candle flame flickered out, leaving me in total darkness. My breath hitched in my throat and I could feel the small glands of skin on my arms raise into goose bumps at the thought of being completely alone in the dark. Even as a child, I always made certain someone accompanied me or I had a candle with me before I ventured into a darkened room. Childhood paranoia I guess.

Regaining my composure, I brushed my hair away from my face and turned to look at the small patch of moonlight streaming in through the window. Softly, I ambled over to the large glass frame and looked out at the moonlit sky, trying unsuccessfully to count the stars.
When I had had my fill of stargazing, I turned back to my room, where I was greeted with something I had not expected.

A figure was sitting on my bed, facing my direction. I could only see the outline of its body as the sparse moonlight prohibited me from doing so. My chest drummed at an abnormally fast pace and I took a step backward, opening my jaw to scream. Before I could blink however, or let a single sound escape my mouth, the figure leaped forward off the bed and a hand clamped around my mouth. My breathing was heavy and my chest heaved up and down. All I could do was stare up at this…man…in complete and utter shock, and not be able to do anything. We stayed like that for quite a while, so long the silence was becoming uncomfortable.

"I'm going to take my hand away now. And you are not going to scream," the figure whispered to me, breaking the silence. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the shaded oval where his face was meant to be. The hand was taken away from my face, and the heat and comfort with it as well. I shivered from a sudden draft from the open window, and pulled my shawl around my shoulders.

"Who are you?" I whispered, eyeing the figure up and down. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar. The figure turned away and stepped back into the gloom of the darkened room. Hesitantly, I followed him.
"You know," he said softly, running a finger along the edge of my dresser as he walked past. "I shouldn't have to tell you."

I stopped walking and slid down slowly onto my bed as I thought back to where I might know this person. Then, it dawned on me. Tall, buff figure clad in white. Hides his face.

"Are you the assassin?"

He turned to me and leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms across his chest. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten already."
"What are you doing here?" I stood up abruptly, my shawl falling to the ground, leaving my shoulders exposed. "Why are you here? My father will be angry with you!"

"That is why I have come."

Darn assassins and their stupid riddles. "Has something happened to my father?" I rushed forward and took hold of his collar with one hand. He brushed me off with one easy swipe of his arm and returned to his former posture. "Nothing has become Al Mualim, don't worry."

Noticing how close I was to him, I stepped back and tugged at a stray strand of hair. "Well, you did not answer my question. Why are you here?"
The assassin adjusted his posture before replying. "Your father has assigned me to watch over you, to make sure you don't get into any kind of trouble."

Trouble? "That is not fair," I said firmly, placing my hands on my hips. "I don't need anyone to look after me, not even you."

The assassin shrugged. "And I don't have time to babysit a little girl either. So do not complain."
I crossed my arms and glowered at him. Little girl? Ridiculous! "I am not a little girl, assassin. Do not make the mistake in thinking that I am."

The man stood up strait and approached me slowly. I took a step back, not sure I wanted to be in close contact with the assassin. He stepped forward, I stepped back. I stepped back, he stepped forward. That continued until my back was pressed against the hard stone wall of my bedroom. He stood directly in front of me, so close I could feel the body heat radiating off of him. I had to tilt my head up almost all the way just to look at his covered face; he was a well foot and a half taller than me, and I felt like a mouse would in the presence of an elephant.

"You seem little to me," he whispered. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Do not mistake my physique for what I really am, assassin."

I could feel his gaze on my face for little more than a few minutes, and then he stepped away and into the ray of moonlight. "I must go." He turned to the double French doors that opened unto my balcony and stepped out into the night.
"Wait!" I called, running forward and lightly brushing his hand with mine. "Tell me your name."
The assassin turned slowly to face me, the moonlight shining past the shadows created by his hood, and illuminating deep golden eyes that gazed back at me with peaceful fierceness.

"Altair. Altair ibn-La'Ahad."


I gave myself a round of applause when I finshed typing that. So much adrenaline. Just saying...