My mouth was agape. Abigail, the girl who loved my father, just killed him. Before any suspicions could arise, I grabbed my dagger and sunk it into the back of father's head. He gurgled and writhed for a bit, then blood squirted out as I rolled him over to see if he was dead. The squirting got slower and slower until it stopped, so it's safe to say that I made the killing blow. I took Abigail's hand and rushed out the door with Altair waiting and I threw Abby onto Shadowmere who whinnied and kicked from the sudden addition of weight. The guards chased us until I jumped onto Shadowmere and galloped away with Altair not too far behind.
After hours of riding, we arrived in what Altair called Masyaf. I helped Abby off and knelt in front of her.
"Let me see." I whispered.
She offered no resistance as I pushed her hair back behind her ear. A cut led from her eye to her head and a huge purple bruise covered half her face. I couldn't keep stoic from looking at her like this. I started to cry and she clutched onto me, crying her eyes out and trying to tell me something but I couldn't tell over her sobbing. She calmed down after a while and whispered while sniffling,
"I'm sorry Jazz. This is all my fault."
"Hush baby hush," I cooed, holding her close to my heart, "Nothing is ever your fault."
"If I had listened to you and Altair, none of this would have happened. I would still be..."
She began to sob loudly again and I held her closer to my heart so she could hear it beating. I whispered a lullaby to her that my mother used to sing to me. I sat on a nearby bench and rocked her back and forth as she calmed down. She still sniffled and huffed, but she was calming down.
"Jazz, he let them do terrible things to me." She sobbed.
My heart sank and I felt dizzy as I asked what he did and who were they.
"The men he owed money to. He let them..."
There no need for her to finish, I knew exactly what happened. I couldn't my composure for long, so I carried her up the hill and into a building where Altair said we could find him. A guard stopped us just before we reached the training grounds.
"I need to see Altair." I said quietly.
"And your name?"
"My name is Jasmine and this is Abigail."
The guard nodded and let us through. I went through the training grounds and up the stairs where Altair and his master were having a heated argument. I walked in at the wrong time by the look Altair gave me. The man handed Altair a scroll and whispered in his ear. Altair nodded and walked away, gathering his new sword and tossed me his old one.
"You can have this." He said as I barely caught it, Abby still in my arms.
He sheathed it for me as Abby sniffled in her sleep. He gave me a curious look and I glanced back at him with a look that could make a grown man cry.
"We'll talk about it when we get a room somewhere." I whispered.
Altair put his arm around my back and led me up a ladder and into a shabby, but somewhat decent, room. He pulled his hood back and welcomed the cool air as I lay Abby down on a nearby bed. I sat down on a dusty couch and held my head in my hands. Altair plopped down next to me and offered as much comfort as a professional assassin could give.
"What happened?" He asked quietly, being careful not to wake Abigail up.
"Our father apparently owed people some money." I whispered as my resolve began to crumble.
Altair shushed my sobbing to prevent Abby from waking up. I looked at and she began to sprawl out on the bed, breathing heavily in her sleep.
"Father owed people some money he couldn't pay back, so he paid them back by giving them Abigail."
Altair didn't understand at first, "But she's right here."
"No, he gave them Abigail! Our own father who is supposed to love and protect us gaveAbigail to strangers! They raped her!"
Altair carried me out of the room before my screaming and sobbing could wake her up.