Warning!
Chapter may contain material too much for kids under 13 to 15. I made it mailed, but all the same.
One month later
Wind kissed Elinana's hooded face, and tugged at her white robes, and chrisom sash. And on the wind, rode the sand from the distant ground.
Elinana took in every path, alley, and building that she could see. Once she was certain that she knew how to navigate the streets on her own, she leaped from the perch, and another trainee took her place.
Turning in the air, she felt the arms of the air flow around her. She landed with the hiss of the hay in her ears. Before leaping out of the hay, she waited for the glowing red guards fallow a red line down the main path. Leaping from the hay she walked quickly to a group of scalars in white. Joining in she and the scalars walked to an alley. She darted in as the scalars went to another spot to wait for the next trainee.
Time was something Elinana didn't want to waste. She fallowed the alley north-east, till she found a sturdy wood create under a ledge just out of her reached.
Before stepping on the create, she looked down the alleyway. Certain no eyes where on her, she leaped for the ledge, and then heaved her self up. Swinging over, she clambered up a window, and swung to a wood beam that connected the two roofs of the alley. Once on the roof, she continued north-east. Leaping and clambering along, avoiding the sight of gourds.
Elinana stopped to catch her breath, and dangled her feet off the edge of a roof. Looking around, she saw no traces of her fellow trainees, or Altaïr that was watching them.
She had watched Ishtar and Asu go first, then Sargon, and then herself. Elinana wondered how they where all doing, and if she was at least in fourth place.
Without her hearing, Altaïr sat next to her. She jumped and yelped; "Cheese and rice, Altaïr!"
"Hello to you to." he hid is amusement for startling her, well. "You're near your target, you know."
"Really?"
"Yes, and you're in first."
"First, are you joking?"
"Why would I joke about something like this?"
"It's just; I thought Ishtar and Asu where first."
"No they are in the north-west corner, bickering."
"What about Sargon? He went before me."
"He's wondering around, searching for the target, in the wrong place."
"And the others?"
"Held up at the view point."
"Yalda?"
"However did you know?"
Elinana giggled, imagining Yalda clinging to the side of the tower as if it was sticky paper.
"What will you do with her?" she giggled.
"Take a jump with her. That's the quickest and easiest way."
"Altaïr this is Yalda. You have a better chance at washing a cat then getting her to jump!"
Altaïr eyed her. "I'll worry about Yalda, you worry about the target. By the way, why are you still here? He could be getting away from you, for all you know!"
She rolled her eyes, and leaped to the next roof, and continued her hunt.
After confirming that she was in the right aria, she clambered down to the streets. Clearing her mind, she prowled around, searching for the target. Not long later she spotted the target. A thief, no older then her; clothed in black and brown. She saw that he would enter an alley just across from her, so she waited for him to walk down in the alley, and then followed him. He turned around a bended, she lightly ran to the corner, and peeked around to find a knife pointing at her throat.
"Well, well, well!" he grinned. "Female Assassin, you all must be getting dispirit." He mucked.
Remembering her training, she grabbed the thief's hand that held the knife. Leaned back, and brought her foot up between his lags. Twisting is arm she kicked him behind the knees, sending the thief kneeling to the ground.
Taking the knife, and pressed it lightly to his throat.
"Tell me about Gladys's death. And don't try anything." She bluffed.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't play coy with a girl that has a blade to your throat. We saw you fleeing the scene."
"All right, I was there, you got me. But, I didn't kill her."
"Then who?"
"Godfrey, Godfrey De Sable. Now can I go?"
"Did you take any thing from her?"
"No, my Lady."
"Do if to repeat myself?"
"I'm honest; I searched her, but found nothing."
"What about this Godfrey, did he take anything?"
"Yes, in fact he did. It was thin and circular, with a hole in the center. We could work together to get it back."
She rolled her eyes, and took the knife away from his throat. "Thank you for your cooperation." She dropped the knife before him, along with a coin.
"If you run into more assassins tell them Elinana has already interrogated you." She walked way. "Sorry by the way, it was nothing personal."
"You aren't what I thought an Assassin would be." He collected his knife and the coin, and uneasily rose to his feet.
"Because, I'm not ordinary and nether are they."
Walking out of the alley, she heard a commotion that seemed to be getting closer.
"Assassin!" yelled a small mob of Templars.
She leaped for a near by hay stack, but it was too late, they had seen her. Leaping back out she ran for the nearest alley. As she darted from alley to main paths, she realized she was going in the wrong direction. She was still going north-east, not south-west to the safety of the bureau.
Correcting her course, she ran to a ladder, and scrambled up. Once up, she kicked the ladder back, sending the Templars falling.
The world was a blear as she flew across the roofs, fallowed by a train of Templars, throwing rocks, and sending arrows that hissed at her feet.
"Altaïr," her thoughts wept. "Where are you?"
The next thing she knew, she fell, face forward, do-to something hitting her from behind.
"Where do you think you're going?" she knew that rusty voice of a rat.
"Set," she fought agents his hold. "What are you doing?"
"You aren't one of us," he whispered in her ear. "So what the Master doesn't know won't hurt him."
Suddenly he flew off her, with a groin, and a thud at her side. Rising quickly she saw the thief, punch Set, and explode to his feet.
"Run assassin!" he yelled.
They kicked off running, from roof to roof. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Set fall short of a jump.
She didn't know why, but she ran back and grabbed his arm as he slipped.
"Don't let me go!" he pleaded, clawing at her arms.
She could feel him slipping from her grasp. "Someone, help!" she yelled.
"Here's some help!" replied a gourd, and then throw a rock hitting her in the temple.
Pain drove through her head, as her grip failed. Set yelled as he fell four stories, and then howled in pain when he hit the ground.
She saw helplessly through pain; a red helmed, giant, Templar stand over Set, with a raised sward. She closed her eyes as the sward shined down, ending Set's howls for mercy.
Hands grabbed her arms, and forced her up. Warm liquid tickled down her cheek, and tears burned behind her eyes.
A gloved hand forced her face up. Opening her eyes, she saw a giant red helmed Templar before her. He commanded something, but she didn't understand the language. When she didn't answer, he released her face, and punched her throbbing temple.
She gasped in pain, but only briefly. Her time with Abbas has apparently made her able to stand pain better, but only by a little.
The Templar demanded that same unknown question. And still she didn't answer.
He poled off his helmet, and snaked is arm around her, polling her closer. He polled off her hood, and whispered in her ear with a hot fowl breath. Gritting her teeth, she brought her knee up between the Templars lags, and spat on him.
A fist from no where slammed into her gut, sending her breath out from her. Looking up, she saw silver blades shining, and flying to both of her sides. The two that held her lost their hold, and fell to the ground like puppets whose strings just gat cut.
Falling to her knees, someone kicked the giant Templar in the face, knocking him out.
"Elinana!" she dazedly looked to up to see Sargon kneel beside her. "Are you alright?"
A white glimmer caught her eye. Looking to the source, she saw Altaïr in a rain of crimson and falling men.
After the last Templar fell, Altaïr looked to Elinana. And on her face, was pear, and utter shock, and horror. She had never seen what he was capable of, and seeing her look at him, the true him, it made him ashamed of what he is.
"You!" Erin roared, breaking the spell. "His dead, Set is dead because of you!" Erin marched toured Elinana, pouching Sargon, the thief, and the trainees out of the way.
Altaïr ran like lightning before Erin and blocked the deadly strike would have killed Elinana.
"Why Erin?" Altaïr demanded, as he danced a deadly dance with Erin.
"She is not one of us; she never has and never will. And you are blind to it Altaïr!"
Fiery anger bloomed to life in Altaïr. He danced aside as Erin dove for him, and drove his blade through Erin.
Elinana looked away as Erin's body fell. Her body trembled, though she wasn't cold. Awkwardly got to her feet, she blindly ran in the direction of the bureau, with Altaïr calling to her.
Dropping down into the bureau, she uneasily waddled to a corner. Her head spun, and her body continued to tremble. All the while, visions of Set slipping from her grasp, Erin's harsh words. And Altaïr, bathed in chrisom. Swirled and burned into her heart.
"I'm sorry." Altaïr whispered. "I'm sorry you had to see that. But the rules of the world that we live in are harsh."
"I know the rules of the world." she replied. "I just never saw death like that. And Erin was right. Set is dead because of me, and I don't belong here. I was fooling myself for thinking for a brief moment that I could."
"What happened wasn't your fault. You hear?" Altaïr gently, but firmly forced her to look him in the eyes. "You didn't swing the sward. You did what you could. And you do belong."
Tears swelled and flowed from her eyes. "I want to go home." She whispered. "I want to go home."
He know she didn't mean Masyaf, and seeing her like this, tor his heart, though he didn't show it.
Wrapping his arms around her trembling body, he poled her close. As if he could keep her from falling apart.
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