Oh my god! Chapter five! I'm actually continuing pretty well with this! Because usually I start a story and don't go on with it nor' finish it. Anymoo…

This is jengaaaaaaa!! –Spartans yell once again in the background-

Disclaimer: -Huggles Altair- Mine! MINE!! –Altair 'meeps'- Nuuu! –Microsoft once again takes him away- Nuuuu! I need my chocolate again. Mmmm… Chocolate.

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Altair stood in the fighting ring, tapping his foot on the dirt clod ground impatiently.

He was waiting for Serenity; he was actually way too excited to stay in bed for another hour; so he'd been waiting there for two.

'I wonder when she will wake; I will not be waiting all day. I hope she is prepared for anything and everything.'

He had thought that Serenity would have woken up at least an hour ago; but sadly, she had not.

Hearing a strange sound in the background, Altair turned to the source of noise; it was a maid.

'Ah! Just what I need!'

Jumping over the fence, he scampered over to the poorly treated maiden.

"Excuse me, could you go fetch a girl for me? Her name is Serenity; she has long black hair, emerald eyes, and is very innocent." Altair explained Serenity to the confused woman; she nodded all the while.

"So she is staying in a room… here?" The maid asked, obviously a little concerned that they were letting a little girl into the creed.

Altair's brow knotted in annoyance.

"Yes! Now please, could you go fetch her for me?" he uttered out the last words.

"Err… yes, right away," the maid replied in a tiny voice.

He smiled curtly before turning his back on her and heading back into the ring.

I awoke with a sharp knocking on my door.

I groaned into my pillow, before accidentally rolling off of my bed, and hitting the floor face first.

I sat up, rubbing my sore nose with my left hand,

"Ow!"

'Who in their right mind could be waking me up so early!' I thought furiously.

I was quite grumpy after last night, for I hadn't gotten much sleep. I kept waking up, tossing and turning; thinking about my life.

I had been way too nice in life, giving and giving and giving; never taking.

I had my family, my whole life trashed right before my eyes. They had taken it from me, those men wearing black.

I will never forget their laughs; the image of that man stabbing my mother was imprinted on my mind. My little sister's screams still echoed through my brain like the chiming bells in a church.

I grabbed at my head, hands ripping at my forehead. My head hurt like nothing before; I needed to get them off of my mind.

I was going to change my whole outlook on life, no more giving, only taking.

The lives of those men were mine, and mine only.

'Knock, knock, knock' the knocks became louder and louder only making my head worse. Crawling over to the mirror, I called:

"I'm coming, just give me a second!" I scanned my nose; a slight bruise was forming on the tip of it.

I groaned again as the sharp noise penetrated my senses once again.

"I'm coming!" I yelled to the unknown knocker on the other side of the door.

I arose from the floor and trudged ungracefully to the door.

Opening the door grudgingly, glaring at the person intruding on my beauty sleep. I raised an eyebrow; it was a woman, was she an assassin too?

I tilted my head up and down, observing the girl; she was definitely not an assassin.

She wore an old ripped and tattered long red and brown dress with some old brown shoes that looked worn out.

Her face was scrunched up like she had just sucked a lemon; or was that normal? I couldn't tell if it was her normal face; I hate to admit it but it kind of suited her.

She wore her scraggy brown hair in a loosened bun, hair sticking out everywhere; she looked as though she had just crawled through a sand storm.

"Oh! Dearie me, who are you? Where is Serenity? Am I in the wrong room?" She asked question after question; my head throbbed.

"I am Serenity," I growled in an annoyed tone.

"Oh sorry, Altair said to look for a girl with LONG black hair." She squeaked out in a small voice, over exaggerating the word 'long'.

'She must be a maid, she has absolutely no clue…' I laughed on the inside while trying to look serious on the outside.

"Oh, okay. Well now I have short hair; and now you know that." I answered her in a sort of playful tone.

My head started hurting less and less, the throbbing pains disappearing.

"So Altair sent you for me?" saying the name made my heart jump; I couldn't wait to see him.

"Yes, I shall lead you to him!" the maid smiled a toothy grin, scary, but okay. I followed her, eager to get to Altair, eager to train.

We came across a fighting ring; Altair stood looking rather impatient with his arms crossed over his chest.

"There he is, good luck." The maid bid me goodbye, pointing out the obvious. I didn't need a map to see Altair, for he was the only one standing in the ring.

I waved over to him; he waved back.

I ran over, clambering over the fence before rushing over to his side.

"You cut your hair?" He asked.

"Yes… It was singed very badly, and it was very heavy and always in my way, so I decided to cut it myself." I answered; he tilted his head, observing me.

"We need to get you some clothes." I followed him as he led me to a room in the side of the building.

"Here, take these; put them on over there." Taking the clothes, I followed his gaze and changed behind a curtain.

I stepped out, and Altair turned around and looked at me with an approving smile.

"It fits nicely, does it not?" I nodded dumbly.

I skipped over to a mirror and studied my new outfit. I was wearing the same thing as Altair, except mine had room for breasts.

I didn't really have any but I would grow into it soon enough.

The white robes that I wore were slightly dirty, but had no tears; I tired out the hood and smiled.

I reached down and adjusted my boots, they had fit nicely; I wonder who had worn them before myself.

I did the gloves up and admired the structure of it all; there was a small slot on the back, what was that for? Oh well, I'll ask later on.

I smiled again, happy with my appearance; Altair started putting a red sash around my waist.

"I hope you are ready for anything and everything, Serenity." I nodded in his direction, reassuring him that I was ready.

I tugged on my new outfit, 'this is so warm!' I wiped my forehead on my sleeve.

I stole a glance at Altair; he was watching me with an intense gaze. Still standing with his arms crossed,

"Today, you will have to work on your balance." My jaw dropped.

'Balance? Why would I need to work on balance?'

"Follow me," Altair instructed; and I followed. Leading the way, he had brought me to the other side of the building to a clearing covered in tall poles.

"What are these for?" I asked in curiosity as I walked over to one of the poles, placing my hand onto its smooth surface.

"These are for you to balance on," Altair explained while smirking.

I gaped, my eyes surfing from pole to pole; I was balancing on these?

"Are you serious?" The look he gave told me that he wasn't joking.

"Balance is very important if you are to be an assassin, for example." Altair climbed up on of the rigid side of the pole and stood on top, balancing.

"Imagine this," I closed my eyes, ready to make a mental image in my mind.

"You are coming back to the Bureau after assassinating a very important man." I pictured myself dashing though the streets and alleyways; sweating.

"You are on the streets, but not for long. A guard spots you and gives you away; so you decide to scale a building, and leap from rooftop to rooftop." My eyes still tightly screwed shut, I imagined myself looking shocked from being spotted, and scaling up a building, jumping from rooftop to rooftop; my white robes flowing in the sky.

"You come upon a dead end of houses, buildings, no where to escape." Altair's voice became very deep and dark. I saw myself come to a halt, almost falling off of the building, nowhere to run and hide.

"You spot a couple of simple poles, and decide to jump across them, even though you have had absolutely no training on balancing on poles whatsoever!" Altair says this enthusiastically.

I watched myself jump onto a pole, trying to keep balance.

"You jump onto the first pole, and lose your footing, absolutely no balance, and fall." I witnessed myself lose footing, slip, and fall into a deep pit of darkness.

Opening my eyes, I saw Altair do the exact same thing that he had explained to me.

He pretended to lose his footing, and fell off of the pole.

I actually thought he was going to get hurt, so I cried out:

"Altair!" As I went rushing forewords, thinking of trying to break his fall.

Altair twisted his body around swiftly as he sliced through the air, and landed on his feet perfectly.

Standing from his landing position, he said:

"Next time, I might not be so lucky." He chuckled to himself; I thought it to be an almost evil laugh.

"Okay, you try now." He directed me to one of the rigid sides of the pole.

I slowly approached it and clutched onto one of the broken areas with my new gloves and pulled myself up. I started climbing very agonizingly slow, trying to concentrate.

"It is all right, don't be afraid to go any faster, if you make any mistakes and fall, I will be here to catch you" I felt the tension ease off of my shoulders a little.

I kept on going, more afraid then ever.

Did I ever mention that I was sort of afraid of heights… well I am.

Once I had gotten to the top, I almost cried as I found out how far I actually was form the ground. Tears started sliding down my cheeks as I attempted to stand up.

"Serenity! Get a hold of yourself; everything will be okay! Concentrate!" Altair shouted up to me. I stood half crumpled and nearly fell.

"Ack!" I had lost my footing, sending me flying to the ground.

"Ahh!" I cried out in anguish as I fell, holding my hands out in front of myself. I heard a couple a shouts as I fell, and then I landed on something hard.

Opening my eyes I saw Altair under me, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked hurriedly, getting off of him.

"Ouch!" I cringed as I felt my shoulder give in with pain. Altair sat up slowly, holding his head.

"I've had worse, you can only imagine what could've happened when I was first into balance training." He chuckled as he picked himself off of the ground.

I wanted to try and be strong like him, but as soon as I stood tall, my knees buckled from underneath me.

I nearly hit the ground, but was caught in the process.

"Are you alright? Do you want to try again tomorrow? I don't think you should continue right now."

"No… I will try again. I must harness the power of balance." I sighed.

"Look, you aren't going to learn it in just one day, it will take you weeks, months, two at least!"

I groaned.

I leaned against Altair, depending on him to keep me up.

He wrapped his free arm around me, stabilizing me.

Great.

Just great, this was going to take forever.

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Why won't it starta? XD

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, well I know that I did!

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