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On a lighter note, here's the story…

A/N: Hey. Okay, extremely important chapter here, sorry it took so long; college has been intense but fun. The next one will be the last of this story, this is kind of an explanation of the stuff I've mentioned previously so it's relatively short. Special dedication to my regular reviewers and any new peeps : ), even though I'm still small time, Sono la Notte, PurplePluto, stifledcreativity and Midnight Eternial Enjoy and let me know if you have any ideas for the Ezio story, like funny quotes and stuff. Byesies for now : ).

Chapter 10: Nylah 1120

"Nylah, now that we are safe again, I've been thinking" Nylah and Altaïr sat on the wall of the fortress of Masyaf, looking out over the village and the surrounding countryside.

"Hmm" Nylah breathed deeply, enjoying the clean air, it made a huge difference from the rotten stinking city of Damascus.

"I think that it is time you had a name" Altaïr sat quietly, waiting for Nylah's reaction.

"Oh, yes. And what were you thinking for this name" Nylah looked across at Altaïr from her spot on the raised battlement next to his.

"Nylah Yachiyd-Echad"

"The Lone One…" Nylah paused, thinking "I like it" She smiled, looking over at Altaïr then she looked to the top of the nearest guard tower. "I'll race you" She laughed, jumping up.

Altaïr smiled wanly and followed her, humouring her enthusiastic side. He actually found himself envious of her; of the unerring enthusiasm she showed for any situation what-so-ever.

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The last week since they got arrived back at Masyaf had been hard on Altaïr and Nylah. First and foremost there was much scrutiny for Nylah as she was both an outsider and a female. Many of the Brothers refused to trust her and as a result there was discord among them. Nylah refused to trust any Brother naïve enough to think that she could not be trusted simply because she was of the opposite gender.

Altaïr was receiving much hostility from the brothers as it was his fault that Nylah was there at all, but for Altaïr the hostility was a little harder to bear as he had lived with the Israel Brotherhood for most of his life and knew every Brother by name and sight. However, he managed to deal with it, he knew that he had made the right decision bringing Nylah back to the Brotherhood.

Al Mualim was keeping a watchful eye over both Nylah and Altaïr, fearful that they were causing too much of a stir amongst the other Assassin's.

He called them both up to his office in the Library, saying he wished to 'send them away on a mission together'. What he really meant was that he wanted them out of Masyaf.

"You cannot do that, father" Altaïr said calmly as he stood before Al Mualim, his head bowed in respect.

"Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do boy, it is disrespectful at best" Al Mualim fumed as he paced before the pair of Assassin's.

"I think it is best that we relocate you both. I have arranged for you to travel to Egypt and live with the Assassin's of Giza. You will, however, still wear the robes of Masyaf and represent the heart of the creed" Al Mualim walked to a shelf behind his desk. He handed both Nylah and Altaïr a leather cord with five square silver beads knotted into it. "Remember our creed, my children. You leave for Egypt next week".

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"How could he do this to us" Altaïr muttered calmly, walking back and forth on the battlements where he and Nylah spent most of their times.

"He had no choice, Altaïr. We have been causing a stir amongst his brothers, he can't have that. There'll be mutiny if we stay here much longer under his order" Nylah reasoned with her clearly irate friend.

"It's not the point, he has been like a father to me for most of my life. This is the highest disrespect, especially considering-" Altaïr stopped his rant mid-sentence and Nylah turned to look at him. He stood in shock, staring at the floor.

"Considering what?" Nylah said softly, walking towards Altaïr.

"Considering how he was with my father" Altaïr said sadly.

"Your father… but- I thought-" Nylah tried to make sense of what Altaïr was saying but he spoke first.

"My father was an Assassin, I lied when I said I had never known him. I am the 'Son of None' simply because I did not wish to know him. My father was ruthless and unkind to many. When I was younger I looked up to him as an honourable man who did what was necessary. He was not a happy man, generally.

"Yet there was one day when he came home with a smile on his face and said he had helped a person that day. I didn't believe him until recently. He told me the story of a young girl who's mother had bargained her life for her child's. He said that he had brought the child to a friend, Samara. I was only young then, maybe two, so I did not fully understand what he was saying. All I knew was that my father was smiling, that had to be a good sign.

"When I was six my view of my father changed dramatically, I realised that he was uncaring and enjoyed being ruthless. He enjoyed being a murderer. It was then that I vowed never to be like him.

"Look how well that turned out" Altaïr sighed and turned to Nylah.

"The girl… it was-"

"You, Nylah. The girl was you. You are the proof that my father had a heart" Altaïr turned to the teenager, his face a picture of sadness.

"I am sorry Altaïr, had I known I would have-" Nylah was cut off again, this time by Altaïr's protests.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, it is just me being sentimental" Altaïr sighed and sat on the Battlement.

"Then that is why I thought it was you.. Back in the Bureau, that is why I thought it was you who killed my mother and father. I am sincerely sorry Altaïr" Nylah sighed and sat beside him, staring out at Masyaf "I was just getting used to it here".

Altaïr nodded but said nothing.

"And what of Malik, we may never see him again"

"You will see me sooner than you think, Al Mualim is sending me to Egypt with you" Malik's voice sounded from behind the pair as he sat beside them and stared out at Masyaf. "He has given me permission to take Kadar and Amira, I intend to join up with my father and Jeod there".

Malik looked over to his friends and smiled before saying "I would like it if you would both come and live with us, aside from the Assassins?"

Nylah smiled, there was nothing she would like more than to live away from the Egypt Assassins; if they figured out who she was they would surely kill her.

"Okay Malik, we will come with you" Altaïr said before standing and saying that he was going to get some sleep and he would see them both in the morning.

Nylah sighed and climbed to the top of the guard tower, there she fell asleep in a bale of hay and was woken only by the morning sun falling on her eyelids and throwing the world into a haze of golden light.

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A/N: Okay, there's one more chapter to go and then I'll move onto the Ezio story, the second in the Trilogy. I hope you enjoyed that and I'll hopefully see you all next chapter and then next story. Byesies.