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, this is the final chapter of this story and updates for the next one will be infuriatingly slow, but we'll get there. Keep on reading and reviewing and I'll see you all at the other side : ).
Special mentions (as I said I would)! Thanks to Sono la Notte, PurplePluto, Midnight Eternial, CrazyHalf-Blood31 and last but not least stifledcreativity. Have virtual cookies : ).

Chapter 11: Altaïr 1120

"Welcome home, Nylah" Altaïr said quietly as they stepped from the ship, Malik and his family following.

"This is not my home, home is where you feel safe" Nylah said, shivering.

"Well then treat me as home, I will let no harm come to you" Altaïr stepped a little closer to her as they walked through the port.

"I… Thank you Altaïr" Nylah said, her voice soft and her form timid as she walked beside the confident assassin.

"You need not thank me Nylah, it is just what I do" Altaïr said, following Malik as he took the lead. Altaïr's eyes remained pinned to the floor as he scanned their surroundings.

Nylah remained silent as they walked through the main town, arriving at a majestic house.

"Malik" Ajihad stepped from the door of the building, throwing his arms around his son. Malik returned the embrace as Jeod ran from the door and hugged Malik's midriff.

"Altaïr" there was a cry from behind Ajihad and a girl not much younger than Nylah ran from behind the hugging group. She threw her arms around the tall assassin and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Hello Amira" Altaïr said, holding her at arms length and studying her "Have you been practising what I taught you?"

Amira nodded eagerly.

"Then you must show me, but later. Spend some time with your brother first" Amira nodded again and ran back inside the house smiling.

"An old friend" Altaïr said, answering Nylah's questioning glance "I taught her swordplay to get her out of the fortress. I have no idea how she got in there but it was very… difficult to get her to leave" Altaïr grinned, thinking back to his sparring with Amira in the courtyard of the fortress in Masyaf. His face fell.

"What is wrong?" Amira asked, stepping closer to the tall robed man.

"We will never return home again" Altaïr said, his usually strong voice had receded to a small muttering.

"Altaïr, we are safe. This is home now" Nylah said, her voice filled with regret. She sighed "I am sorry, this is all my fault"

"Again, stop saying that, it is not your fault. You need not blame yourself. We must get used to it here, I'm sure we will come to like it once we understand it. Now, we must find out 'battlements'" Altaïr said, referring to the battlements of the Masyaf Fortress.

Nylah nodded but said nothing, she was immersed in thought; her mind drifting to the many things that had happened to her recently. The only consistency in it all was Altaïr, and she was really beginning to appreciate his presence.

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Altaïr and Nylah sat atop the local chapel. The tower stretched high above the Egyptian skyline. In the distance Nylah could see the Pyramids.

"They are curious structures. What are they?" Altaïr raised his finger and pointed to the Pyramids.

"They're the Pyramids. The old Gods and kings were buried in them so that people may come and worship them" Nylah said, leaning closer to Altaïr "That one" She pointed "Can be climbed. I did it once. The view is magnificent".

Altaïr smiled, watching Nylah as she talked about the Pyramids and her home. It was clear that she loved Egypt, no matter how much she protested.

Nylah paused and looked at Altaïr and smiled. She continued to stare out at the Egyptian horizon but laced her fingers with Altaïr's.

"Nylah" He said quietly "The creed forbids it"

"But we're not in the creed anymore" Nylah said.

Altaïr said nothing to protest and simply sat with Nylah atop the chapel. Then the world flickered.

"Did you see that?" Nylah asked, looking around in shock.

"What?" Altaïr said, following her example and checking around.

Nylah sighed "It doesn't matter, I must have been seeing things".

Then the world went white.

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Nylah's eyes opened fuzzily and she saw a strange place.

Did you know that they stayed together for the rest of their lives. Some of the Codexes Altaïr made mentioned her"

Nylah shook her head, still fuzzy. She heard a person she recognised droning in the background but took no notice. Standing from the green machine she sat in, she left the room.

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A/N: Okay, that's the end. Did you like that twist : ). I did. Anyway, I hope to see you in the Ezio one but if I don't then I'll see you around. I might post the link up in here for the Ezio one once I've written the first chapter. Bye guys, it's been fun : ). Virtu-Cookies!

EDIT! :: This is the link to the next story...

Truth: Ezio: Vox Populi
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