It was a treacherous day, with the sun beating the ground relentlessly and searing skin. A hooded figure approached a stout man adorned with rich clothes and jewelry brandishing a large ornamental sword,
"OI! fool, What is your name?"
He murmurs,
"Altaïr "
"What? Speak up, peasant!"
As quick as lightning, a blade slides across the man's throat leaving a sizeable gap, and almost immediately the man grabs his own throat trying to hold back a fountain of blood. Altaïr edged closer to the man, who was struggling to keep himself from falling while Altaïr unsheathed his dagger. He grabs the man's collar and thrusted his dagger into the side of his head, the man topples like a twig in a storm. When he hit the ground, his own weight crushed his body causing his blood to burst out of his throat and head. He writhed like a worm and then died by choking on his own blood.
Lookingat the mess, he thought
If I am a peasant, you are the field...and I will plow you down every day.
He looked around, scanning the horizon for the man's useless guards but what he found was far worse, a child. The boy had tears in his eyes but not because he saw a gory death, but because he had witnessed the murder of his own father, and Altaïr knew those tears all too well.
"You B-BAST... "
In quick succession, Altaïr knocks the child out and carried him, he quickly whipped out his feather and swiped at the blood the boy's father generously provided. He whistles in a quaint tone and in a few seconds the sounds of a horse quickly spread, echoing in the alley. Soon a dark stallion suddenly halts in front of Altaïr, he gently places the boy behind the saddle and in one jump mounts the horse,
"Dalmira, HYAH-YAH!"
Dalmira suddenly rears and then shoots out of the alley with unprecedented levels of speed and acceleration, bred to be a warhorse, but trained for all purposes. Identified by a lush black coat, white mane, tail, and a white patch shaped like a diamond at the center of the head. It was meant for Al Mualim, but he had received a well-bred from a merchant as a gift. Since Altaïr raised Dalmira from the time it was a foal, their bond was inseparable and some say it was more loyal than most pets. Running at full speed it vaults over two guards, but also with an ulterior motive and succeeds when its hoof crushes the skull of the guard. The child buckled when Dalmira leaped, Altaïr caught him and he wasn't going to leave this boy... Not when he needed someone the most. He felt guilty for knocking the child out, he couldn't have done it any other way
Poor child, seeing your father being killed... Whoever it may be, templar or assassin. It is a tragic event that changes one's life. He must think I am a demon but if only he knew I was a demon slayer.
Dust trails spewed out from the roads, he rode on and on... He had unfinished business to attend to. He finally stopped at Anasur a small town between Masyaf and Jerusalem, only here can Dalmira's hunger be satiated, Jumwick wheat and boiled water, the boy was starting to wake and screaming children attract a lot of attention.
Goats and camel milk with salt and honey, it lulls any child to slumber... A remedy my father used to use during my sleepless nights. But then again, Al Mualim's remedy which was his ruthless training made me sleepless.
Ashe purchased the ingredients, he needed a way to deliver his concoction. He noticed a maiden tending to some plants, he approached her and gently requested,
"Excuse me? would you please take this child to a secluded place and feed him this. He just doesn't seem to take it from my hands"
She noticed his hood and knew his status, she knew she was safe.
"Of course, I love children. Hand him over to me and the cup, please."
She seems trustworthy.
Hegently raised him from the steps he was sleeping on and handed him to the young lady. But still, he wasn't convinced. Without breaking a sweat he quickly clambered over the walls and chased her down, scanning her every movement while jumping from one rooftop to another and occasionally dabbling in his knowledge of acrobatics. He tailed her to a small house in the middle of the street and saw a lot of rich men and women wearing nothing but the bare essential's, she took the child to a brothel.
The prostitutes of Anasur are known for their kindness, it's a shame that these young girls' virginities are desecrated by these perverted bastards and not someone these girls love.
Suddenly,
"Hey! You shouldn't be up here!"
The guard lifts his bow and was readying his aim, in a flash of a second, a small knife penetrates his skull. Causing him to topple over. Unmoved he still continued to stare at the entrance.
In the brothel,
"Mmmmm, where are we?"
"shush, we're somewhere safe"
"Why are these people shouting?"
She doesn't answer and the boy starts wailing and sobbing, she gently placed his head on her lap. He felt warm and nuzzled into her, she made him lie on her lap and gently stroked his luscious brown hair,
"there-there it's all over now. Would you tell me what your name is"
While sniffling, he murmured
"m-my name is Qadar"
"What a sweet name...Qadar, here dri..."
"I only wish my m-mother was here to do t-this, my father never did. Where is my f-father?"
"He's outside waiting for you, how old are you dear?"
"I am 7 years old, I want to see father!"
"You will, dear. Now, will this handsome boy drink this milk and see his father?"
"h-he will!"
He quickly chugged the milk which reeked,
"Know this Qadar, no matter how hard you face life someone always loves you"
She laid him on a mat and left the room, but she was startled when she saw a large man standing next to the door.
"Hello beautiful, may I accompany you?"
"I am not available, please come later"
"Come on! Let's have some fun in here"
"T-There's a child here!"
Irritated, he grabbed her hand and tugged her into his crotch,
"Listen, bitch! You'd better satisfy me or pay the price!"
After struggling, she manages to break out of his hold and snaps her mouth onto his hand. Startled he pushed her away but then immediately gets a swift kick to his crotch, which sent him crumbling to the floor.
"ARGH! YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!"
She quickly opens the door and grabs Qadar who's still in deep sleep, but after hearing the commotion he murmurs,
"No! She is my friend, don't do that... please don't hit me."
While they run away he shouts,
"I'll get you both!"
She shot out the door running for a place to hide, she turns into an alley but trips and falls onto the floor clutching Qadar...
On the rooftop,
Suddenly he sees her run into a dead end while being chased by a man limping and clutching his crotch, he quickly runs over a thatched roof and swings on a rod which sends him flying. Like an eagle with his talons bared, he locks onto his target and suddenly he pummels the man into the ground and punches him in the jaw. He gets up looking at the groaning man, unsatisfied he kicks him in his crotch. He slowly approaches her, petrified and quivering she asks,
"Please help me!"
Once he steps into the light, she sighs in relief and gets up
"That creep won't be troubling you anytime soon"
"Thank you...Assassin"
He looked at her with a surprised expression,
"Don't be so shocked about it! Everyone in this town knows who you are. What did his father do?"
Hesitantly, he murmured
"What that bastard would have done to you."
"And what about his mother?"
Focused on the surroundings, he doesn't pay much attention to her query, enraged she screamed
"THE MOTHER? Did you kill her!"
Furiously, he turned around and shot her a spine chilling stare. Taking the hint, she had kept quiet
If only I could have stopped that monster earlier, this boy would still have a mother to go to.
They quickly made their way to the stables, he took Anad and mounted on Dalmira, shyly she asked,
"Could you please take me away, far from this hellhole. I presume I can't be left peacefully in Anasur"
"Do you have a horse?"
"I do..."
They burst out of the town's gate, galloping into the vast countryside. Soon they were trotting beside each other,
"Your name? You never told me your name"
She broke the silence, something told her she shouldn't have asked that.
"Altaïr, and yours?"
"Amira"
"Amira, the boy trusts you and yes, I am not his father but we could use you in our town. Not for your profession but for your skills, that is if you accept?"
"I do, and his name is Qadar"