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Masyaf/Damascus

"You both did well in driving Robert from our home." Al Mualim said with pride. There was enough pride in his voice that Altair and Elentiya dared to hope that their earlier mistakes would be forgiven. Elentiya shivered, she was still not wearing her robe and was visibly going pale, but Al Mualim seemed to not notice.
"Do you both know why you both were successful?" The Master of Assassins asked. Neither spoke right away, but Elentiya soon found her voice and spoke up;
"Is it because we did not take any unnecessary risks and we listened to the advice that was given to us, Master? Al Mualim turned to the female Assassin and smiled.
"Yes my dear, its because you listened to what was being said, that you were successful. Had you shown the same skills in Solomon's Temple then all this could be avoided." A bad feeling had crept into Altair's heart and he felt the need to tell the Master the truth, in an attempt to try and get Elentiya out of trouble;
"The fault is mine Master. I ordered Elentiya to return to Masyaf and inform you of our progress, had I not done that then she would not have broken two tenets of the Creed... Then in the temple, my actions were inexcusable, had I listened... Kadar would still be alive. If anyone is to blame for the attack it would be me." His voice edged with regret and sadness. Elentiya turned to face Altair, he seemed so sad, so vulnerable...
"Well then Altair you leave me no choice..." Al Mualim's words cut through Elentiya's musings. The next thing they knew, about twelve Assassin guards came and roughly separated the two Master Assassins and dragged Elentiya away. Altair tried to struggle against the guards that held him to no-avail, what ever was to happen to him now, he had no control over. Altair's eyes refused to meet the Masters, but that all changed when he heard the gentle snick of a blade being drawn.
"What are you doing?" He asked. The Master of Assassins looked at his former pupil.
"I am sorry for this... Peace be upon you Altair." And with these words Al Mualim stabbed one of his best Assassins, and for a few short moments Altair was truly at peace.

Altair's POV

It was a strange feeling, death. I felt, heard and saw nothing. It was nice, I have never experienced peace since joining the Order. Then to my surprise, I began to rediscover my senses and I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was a bright light which made me cringe and stumble back. I would have fallen is a pair of slim, yet strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up to find moonlight grey eyes and a small crimson smile, my guardian angel had not given up. Pulling myself up and trying to gather what little pride I had left, I saw that we were still in the Masters Chamber and that we were still in the presence of the Master. How was I alive? What item had the power to bring people back from the realms of the dead? What sorcery was this?
"But... I saw you stab me... I felt deaths embrace..." I said. Elentiya's head turned so fast I thought that she would break her neck. Her eyes took on a shocked look and I saw them glare slightly in the Masters direction.
"You saw and felt what I wanted you to." Al Mualim replied. I blinked at the Master stupidly. What could I say? Was I even meant to say anything? Luckily, I was rescued-yet again-by Elentiya.
"What then is to become of us? There must be a reason why Altair is still alive, and why I have not been forced to leave."

The Master looked from me to Elentiya, then back to me again. He seemed wary of us together and, I swear that he was afraid of us being together.
"I should kill the both of you for the pain you have caused, especially you Elentiya. Malik feels that you caused his brothers death, its only fair in his eyes, your life for the life of his brothers."
"Malik only wishes me dead because he has never liked or cared for me. In his eyes, I am a disgrace to the Brotherhood as I am a woman, in a world were only men are said to survive. In his head he knows that I'm right, but his heart is telling him another story." Elentiya replied sadly. Kadar had been a true friend of hers since he joined the Order. She had helped him gain some of his skills and taught him some skills that her own sisters had taught her when she used to work as a servant, the two were almost inseparable... To say that Malik did not approve was a understatement.
"However, it would be a waste of the skills you both posses and a complete waste of my time." The Master explained," You have both been stripped of your title as Master Assassins, you are novices, children once more so you must prove yourselves worthy to regain your titles. For the pain and chaos you have created today I wish for you to under take a mission, one that will show you what it means to be a true Assassin and to realize what the three tenets of our Creed really mean. I have a list of nine people that need to be punished for their sins. They make sure that the war still goes on, when they are dead the seeds for peace will be sown."
"Nine lives in exchange for ours. A mission for redemption." I decrypted from the Masters words. Elentiya looked like she could commit murder. A title that she had just gained had been stripped from her when she had done nothing, it was safe to say that she would show no mercy to those we were going to hunt down.
"Start in Damascus there you will find a man named Tamir, he makes his living as a black market trader. Let him be the first to die." Al Mualim said. I bowed, but to the masters shock Elentiya gave him a murderous look before running off, most likely to find her robe as she was going a unnatural shade of white. Resisting the temptation to roll my eyes, I followed her. Our journey had begun...

Elentiya's POV

The road to Damascus was a short one, but we had to stop as we had left Masyaf too late. The sky had started to bleed into a mix of blue, pink and orange around where the sun was, bring this eventful day to a close. Altair dismounted from his horse and turned to face me, I knew that he had many questions but the answers to some of those questions were blocked from my vision, the ones that I had no answer for yet. Signing I dismounted from the light brown mare that I had, Si'ala I had named her. It was the name of my mother and she had light brown hair that matched the colour of this horse, so the name fitted. Turning round I found that Altair stood not two paces ahead of me, looking up I almost lost myself when saw the worry, anger and - dare I say- sympathy in his eyes. Walking past him to the edge of the patch of green that we had found, I tried to make sure I did not sound weak when I asked;
"Do you think that we can complete the task that Al Mualim has set us?"
"I believe that we have a chance, but it does seem unfair on your part. It was my fault that you broke the Creed, had I not sent you back to Masyaf... None of this would ever have happened." Was the reply I got.
"Hmmm..." I said. Altair did not miss the sad note in my tone,
"Elentiya, what is on your mind? You are besides yourself and have been silent since we left the Masters Tower in the Citadel. What is the matter?"
"I have decided that I will n longer be a member of the Assassins Order. It brought death to your father and my family and I can no longer take the pressure of being the only female Assassin in history. People laugh at me but they are scared at what I can really do, I will no longer bow to a Master that I don't believe in."
"But... What... Arhh... What are you going to do? You have no choice! Its not going to be easy giving up a life that you have known since, Allah knows how long." Altair stuttered shocked.
"Who said anything about giving up?" I asked turning round to face him," I did not say that I was going to give up on the skills that I have learnt, merely that I was not going to be the only female Assassin and that I will not bow to a Master that I don't believe in. Male Assassins wear white so I will wear red so that people know that I am a woman and that I am part of something different." A moment of silence followed before Altair nodded his agreement.
"What will you and hopefully your decedents be called?"

"The Crimson Assassins, Or a Sisterhood if you prefer." I said with a slight blush on my cheeks when the word "decedents" was mentioned. ALtair nodded again before walking over and embracing me. I nuzzled into his chest and, for a moment, I swore I heard the beating of his heart.
"The Crimson Assassins... Who would have guessed the name." I giggled at the comment before smiling. I was no longer an Assassin, I was the first Crimson Assassin.