Altair is in this chapter! Thank-you all for the reviews! It makes me so happy to know that someone likes my story! I apologize for capitalizing every word on the "stuff" of the last chapter. It's an annoying habit that I have grown accustomed to. Thank-you all for the support!
Something very exciting happened! Faber Drive came into to our town! It was amazing! My ticket was the 219th ticket! I got a picture taken with the base player on my cell phone. I also bought a shirt too! In fact i'm wearing it right now! The bands that played were amazing! Especially Faber Drive!
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed… Or Altair… Sadly. 'Cries in a corner' but the ones who made it do! I did buy Assassin's Creed on Ds and X-Box 360, but that (Sadly) still doesn't mean that I own it.
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Two young white clad assassins hopped from building to building, until one noticed the burning house. He sniffed repeatedly, smelling burnt flesh.
"They were here." He had said, his voice filled with anger.
The other looked over at him, "Leave it," He yelled.
"No, I know that there is someone in there, I just know it!" He yelled back. "Altair! No! Don't! There is no one there, and if there is, they are probably dead! Altair!" The assassin called after the other, who was now approaching the burning house.
Altair glanced back at the young assassin. "No, Malik. Someone is in there, I know it." He headed closer to the building that was now covered in flames.
Malik's eyes widened, "Altair-!" He attempted to stop the assassin, but it was too late. Altair entered the burning building, 'I hope that my robes don't catch fire.'
He scavenged farther into the house, and what he saw was not a nice site.
Bodies, and blood shed…everywhere. Altair covered his mouth with his arm, gagging slightly.
He spotted a young looking girl who was kneeling by a dead… woman? He approached slowly, not wanting to alarm her.
A wooden beam had crushed the woman that she was knelt beside.
"H-hey… You, come with me, don't worry, I am here to save you." Altair tried not to breathe in the smoke while he spoke.
"N-no! No! I'm not leaving her side! No!" I cried out, my voice rising with every word that I seemed to scream out. Altair attempted to grab onto my arm, but I pushed him away.
"I will not… I will never leave her side." I explained in an almost unheard whisper.
"No, You must survive, you have your whole life ahead of you! Leave them! They would have wanted you to live!" Altair reached out again. My eyes widened as I heard this… my father did want me to live… but I don't want to leave my mother's side.
Altair's hand latched onto my right arm as he pulled me to my feet. I looked as though I were going to fall over, so he picked me up as if he were cradling an infant, and started carrying me out of the building.
I started lashing my limbs out, attempting to get away, but he was too strong, he had held me in place.
I gave up trying to get away, and instead, I screamed repeatedly.
Malik's ears and eyes perked as he saw a body carrying another body march out of the burning building. He sighed in relief when he saw Altair's face.
But what he heard was rather unpleasant; the one that Altair was carrying was screaming her little head off.
"Stop screaming! I have saved you!" Altair yelled in agony, clenching his teeth together. "Altair! You are alive! I knew you would live! And you were right! I shall never doubt you again!" Malik screeched in happiness, he didn't have to go back to the brotherhood with bad news… good.
"Yes, I am, Malik. But this one doesn't seem too happy that I had saved her life." Altair sighed in defeat as the girl quieted down.
Malik looked at her face, and chuckled. "Well, Lucky you Altair, I think she has passed out from the smoke, and from being so tired." Altair looked at the unmoving figure in his arms, and smiled.
Malik was right… they had to bring her back to the brotherhood so they could nurse her to good health once again.
I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as my vision cut off. My head lolled to the side, everything was gone, and everything was black.
The one who held me in his arms still chattered away with the other, until they had both noticed that I was not entirely there.
Altair started walking slow and careful strides, obviously this girl was in shock, and over exhausted.
Altair watched as her head lolled to the side as he continued on, she had such a young face.
Puzzled, he thought about her age, maybe she was the same age as him? No one will know until she is awake and willing to talk once again.
"Let us go, Malik. Back to the brotherhood." Altair beckoned towards Malik. "Alright" Malik sighed. "I will go on ahead and try to keep the guards preoccupied. Safety and peace, Altair."
Malik sprinted off ahead of him. "Thank you Malik, safety and peace be with you, brother." With the last words said, Altair slowly approached Masyaf.
'Red mist,
Crimson fluid flowing through the air.
All is dark,
The red mist glows.
Red mist,
Crimson fluid flowing through the air,
Blood of the innocent.
Red mist;
Revenge,
Revenge,
REVENGE!'
Eyes shooting open, I awoke from a deep and terrifying nightmare. My heart was beating so fast that I swear it could just leap right out from my chest.
I was sweating profusely and I couldn't remember anything. I blinked in confusion as I peered around the room that I was currently in, where was I?
I was in a soft, cushy bed; I definitely didn't have one of those in my room. Everything was so bright, and so white.
My head snapped to my right, someone was in this room with me!
My eyes came upon a sleeping boy wearing a white flowing robe, he was sitting straight in a chair, yet he was asleep. I found this very strange and mildly confusing; how can someone sleep sitting up?
The hood the boy wore over his head had obscured my sight of vision, as I strained to get a good look at his face.
I quietly pushed the soft white blankets off of my small body, and slowly approached the sleeping boy. As soon as I crept close enough, I had slightly bent my knees as I observed his young face.
The boy looked to be just about as old as me, so young, but so pure.
I listened to his even breathing as he slept, for some strange reason; I found that it had soothed me to no ending. I felt safe, and protected from the world just being near this boy, his presence had made me feel free.
I moved closer, so close, that I was almost leaning on his lap.
'Is all this real? Or is this all a dream? Or am I delusional… Or dead?' These thoughts cruised through my mind, making me uncomfortable.
I outstretched my hand, wanting to feel if this boy was for real. My heartbeat sped up once again, 'Here goes nothing… and everything.'
My index finger landed upon his face. 'He IS real! See! So I cannot be dead, or delusional! But… wait. What if he is an angel… and I AM dead?' My thoughts of happiness dispersed into thin air.
I traced his cheek with my index finger, 'But he is too young to be an angel, with skin so soft, I mustn't be dead.' I had remembered hearing stories about angels in my childhood, like how they wore white flowing robes, and had white feathery soft wings.
But this one did not have wings. So maybe he had lost his, or he just wasn't an angel.
I caressed his cheek with my hand, "Oh little angel, have you lost you wings?" I chanted in a melodious whisper.
My right hand now held left side of his face within' my palm. 'Is this even reality anymore? Or is this just an illusion?' I was incredibly calm, until the boy awoke.
His eyes snapped open as I jerked my hand back, nearly jumping out of my skin.
His deep brown eyes that penetrated my very soul, shone greatly in curiosity, he blinked a couple of times, trying to register what was going on.
He reached up with his tiny hands, and rubbed his tired eyes, yawning.
"You are awake? Are you alright?" he asked me politely.
"A-am I dead?" I stammered back at him. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"Are you an angel?" I asked him timidly, he raised both eyebrows in response.
"No, you are not dead, and no; I am not an angel." He stated simply. I let a sigh of relief pass through my overly raw and tender lips, why were they sore?
"Why do I hurt so? I feel as if I have forgotten something very important. It Hurts." As I said this, I placed my left hand over my heart.
I was clearly unsure of the feelings of which I was succumbed to at the moment.
"Do you not remember what had happened to you last night?" he asked with a hint of concern laced within' his soft voice. I shook my head unknowingly, not knowing what to think.
"Maybe it is all for the best" The boy decided aloud, not wanting to have to inform the poor girl with the bad news.
A flash of red crossed my mind, I suddenly felt queasy. I blinked a couple of times as I stumbled around effortlessly.
"A-are you alright?" The boy asked me, alarmed by my sudden movements. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words would come out. I was scared… I was afraid.
My head spun, I couldn't see straight.
'Why does this room spin before me?' I tripped over a small pair of shoes, which had been my own, and landed ungracefully head first, into the shocked boy's lap.
I raised my head from his lap, feeling pretty stupid. The boy gave me a look of sympathy.
"Are you feeling ill? Are you going to get sick?" He asked. I nodded my head dumbly, tasting bile in the back of my throat. The boy stood quickly, and swiftly reached under the bed that I was lying on, and pulled out a bucket shaped bowl.
He had moved so fast that it had made my dizzy, all my senses were alerting me now. My hands got clammy as my tongue arched to the top of my mouth.
The bucket was placed in front of me; I instantly grabbed a hold of it. I shook uncontrollably, scared.
The bile arisen from my stomach, and entered my mouth. I vomited. The scent of sour milk and carrots filled my nostrils, making me vomit even more.
I felt someone grab a hold of my long black hair, and hold it back, so I wouldn't get ill on it.
I knew who it was; it was the boy, the angel.
The taste of sickening sour bile had covered every crevasse in my mouth; I started to cry.
"It's all right, everything with be okay, relax." A hand began to rub my shaking back, he was trying to sooth me, and it was working.
All of the memories came flooding back. 'Blood and smoke … dead corpses. Nobody's left Serenity, nobody.' My eyes went wide, as I started to cry harder. I just realized that I have nobody left, nobody.
I vomited once more, coughing out the last bits and pieces of bile and vomit.
"W-what… is your name?" I asked, my voice shaking uncontrollably. I started to lie back onto the boy, he shifted, sitting down, resting my head on his lap.
"My name… Is Altair." He answered me, giving me a small smile. I returned a small smile of my own, a tear slowly drifting down my face.
I closed my eyes, feeling a hand brush away my lonesome tears of shame and mourn; I smiled.
"Rest, little one, rest."
That was the last thing I heard, before everything had faded to black.
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