Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, subsequent machines used or any of the Assassins Creed characters mentions. I do however own Nylah so any attempt to rob will be severely punished! MWAHAHA.
On a lighter note, here's the story…

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A/N: Hey. Okay so chapter eight is split into two, possibly three parts. This is, obviously, part one. I can't really think of anything else to put so I'll just sign off by saying ENJOY!

Chapter 8: Nylah 1120

Nylah and Malik remained seated at the table of Malik's family home whilst Altaïr moved around, calmly aiding in the preparations to leave.

"Nylah, tell me, what was all of that in the Bureau? You said that Altaïr killed your mother? How do you know it was him?" Malik asked, idly playing with the hemming of his robes.

"Don't you think it's a good idea to change your robes, you can't walk back to Al Mualim covered in your own blood" Nylah said, staring at the floor between her brown, soft soled boots.

"Avoidance is only going to work for so long, Nylah. Eventually you're going to have to face up to the what you said or saw" Malik said, standing and walking into the room behind where Nylah sat; presumably to change his robes.

Altaïr walked into the room and took Malik's place, sitting calm and composed in the chair opposite Nylah.

"Malik has a point. I want to know why you thought I killed your mother, but I'm not going to pressure you for answers" Altaïr's voice remained calm and level, devoid of all emotion. As cold as it had been before he set foot in Damascus.

"I am sorry Altaïr, genuinely I am and I swear to tell you of the entire thing, in my own time" Nylah said softly, still staring at the dusty floor between her feet.

Altaïr nodded his understanding before walking into the room to the right of Malik's to continue the preparations for leaving. Nylah remained seated at the table, thinking of the man she had seen that night. The looked so alike, and yet she knew they were not the same.

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After her mother had bargained for her life Nylah travelled with her mother and father's killer, through many small villages, desserts, across the Nile to a secluded fortress surrounded by a small village. The place, Nylah learned, was called Qasr Hur.

Nylah came to call the small village home, as her mother's killer did. Even though he lived there, she never saw him again after the night they had arrived and he had left her in the care of an elderly woman by the name of Samara. Though she sensed his golden eyes on her, keeping her safe and fulfilling her mother's promise. She was thankful for that.

And so Nylah remained in the small village until she was thirteen, of legal age to marry… And to train in the fortress that she had been forbidden to enter since her arrival.

As she walked through the large gates embedded with iron studs she remembered a time when she was eight. She had tried to sneak up into the fortress, thinking that she was a master of stealth. She managed to reach the gate without getting caught and proceeded to try and scale the walls. Her attempt was cut off when a man appeared above her on the wall, making her jump.

"What are you doing up there?" She remembered asking, her small voice sounding frail in the dark night air.

"I am here to make sure you get home safely little one" The man had jumped down and took her hand, walking her to her door and greeting Samara before bidding Nylah good night and leaving.

Nylah never tried to get into the fortress again for she knew that the man would be waiting to bring her home safe, which was the one thing Nylah didn't want to be. Safe.

Nylah was reckless. And so when she first walked through the doors and understood what happened at the fortress she threw herself into training, trying to become the best and eventually avenge her parents. It was when she first saw Al Mualim that she reconsidered and understood what it was to be one of his kind. To be an Assassin.

This was the first time that she had heard the Assassin's motto spoken with such conviction. It stayed with her through the remainder of her training and she became less reckless and more wise. She live by three simple tenets; stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent, hide in plain sight and never compromise the Brotherhood. These three tenets, along with the knowledge that nothing was true, made her stronger than anyone could have imagined, stronger than she could have hoped. It was not long before she was trusted with her first mission, but first she had to fully complete her training. To do this she had to execute a Leap of Faith.

She remembered the cold wind on her face as she stood on that platform looking down into the bale of hay, the strong words called to her from behind as she stared into the face of death.

"Walk by faith not by sight, my child"

And with that she had closed her eyes and thrown herself from the platform in a graceful dive, laughing madly as she sailed through the air, landing on her back in the bale of hay. She stood shakily, coming down from her adrenaline buzz. As other Assassin's rushed forward to congratulate her she saw a face in the crowd, burning gold eyes. Then she knew that she was walking by sight, but not her own. He was keeping her safe.

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"Nylah, come on we have to go" Malik said, waving his hand in front of her face.

She looked up at him, noting that he didn't look as pale as he had earlier, and nodded before standing.

"Sorry, I was miles away" She said, walking to the door "Are we ready to leave?" She scratched her head absentmindedly, looking over at Malik with a tired glance.

"Yes, we are. We are planning to leave my family at the nearest dock and let them continue on their own. Al Mualim thinks we are on the way to Masyaf and we cannot afford to spend the time escorting them, as much as I would like to ensure their safety" Malik said, brushing past Nylah.

She noted that he had replaced his robes with clean ones that no longer exposed the bandage covering his wounded back, there was also considerably less blood covering these robes.

"Okay" Nylah said, unable to think of anything as she reflected on her day-dreaming. How had she remembered the breeze so clearly, and those golden eyes. They were like liquid sand and honey, a beautiful mix of bitter-sweetness and cold irony. The sand was warm, dry, safe. The honey was sweet and sticky; a perfect mix of goodness, with a beautiful transparent yellow sparkling in the sunlight like solid amber. And yet, those eyes belonged to an Assassin.

Nylah walked out into the street, sitting beside the fountain in the main square and waiting for Malik to catch up. She looked into the water, seeing the piercing green of her eyes reflected in the surface. Those eyes belonged to an Assassin.

She ran her finger across the surface, disturbing the reflection and sending ripples out in a wide arc across the cool water.

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A/N: Okay, so there was no real action in that one. Sorry, like I said before, I don't plan my writing it just comes to me as I go along. My cat barfed on my bed so I'm not happy with him but there is some good news, I think this story will be more than ten chapters so woot! You guys have more to look forward to. I'll see you next chapter, if there's any comment's from chapter seven that I didn't mention here, I'm sorry, I don't really check my emails that often. Bye guys.