Life is how we live it… Is it not? Sorry… I'm just really bored; I hope you all like the chappie! I've been having a MAJOR writers block lately, so if this chapter sucks then… IT'S NOT MY FAULT! It's the cookies fault! –Points at a chocolate chip cookie- All… Your… Fault. –Devours cookie-
This is… Madness? –Shrugs-
Disclaimer: -Glomps Altair- MY PIECE OF MAN MEAT! MINE! –Altair twitches- No! Don't leave mehhh!! –Altair leaves anyways- No!
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Two years later.
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The cooling breeze swept the sweat off my brow as I jumped from pole to pole with exquisite speed.
Altair watched with surprised eyes as Serenity sped through the course, not making one mistake.
In his eyes, I was an excellent student and had progressed quite well.
Except for the first year,
I had broken one toe,
Smashed my nose into a wall,
Nearly drowned,
And sprained both ankles three times.
I had finally learnt to be observant, and to not just go on my own accord.
No longer feeling independent, Altair and Malik had always helped me through all of my sticky situations.
'Wow, has it really been two years?' Not paying attention to my surroundings, I leaped off of the last pole and onto a nearby roof where I was supposed to stop, and lost my footing.
I swayed back and forth, swinging my arms around in circles, trying to regain my balance, until I finally fell.
Tumbling off of the rooftop, my hands shot out to grab everything and anything to keep me from falling.
'Please save me, god!' My mind yelled at me in anger, telling me not to give up.
My not-so nimble fingers scraped a couple dozen things made of stone, tearing the tips up to shreds.
I made contact with a window ledge as I fell onward to the ground.
Grasping the ledge for dear life, I felt my shoulder pop out of place as my body ripped towards the ground again.
I screamed in pain and anger, at myself, as I once again plummeted through the sky itself.
I closed my eyes as I landed on the ground with a sickening 'thud'.
Pain tore through my flesh and into my very core as I wept aloud, crying for Altair.
I heard someone scream my name out, but I couldn't figure out who it was.
My shoulder was pounding.
Altair's eyes grew two times their size as he screamed her name out, rushing to her aid.
"Serenity! Serenity! Are you alright?" He asked his voice laced with concern.
"My… My shoulder!" I screeched as Altair clutched onto my shoulder with a sigh.
"Now… Here, bite onto this." I felt a bunch of material get shoved into my mouth.
It tasted like hay.
"Whazzuata?" I attempted to question him,
"This is going to hurt."
I then felt a strong wallop as my shoulder cracked, bones mashing with bones, making my world dim.
Tears brimming in my eyes, my teeth pulverized the material in my mouth as I choked back a sob.
A white-ish figure appeared in my sight of vision as I was shaken from my self-pity.
"Serenity? I just popped your shoulder back into its place, you should be aright now."
Altair 'tsked' me as he shook his head from side to side.
"Were you not paying attention to your surroundings? I told you to wipe everything out of your mind!" He scolded me, as I began to shake uncontrollably, my face paling with every syllable passed through his lips.
Tears started streaming down my pale cheeks as I slid from the ground and onto my feet. Altair picked me up off of the ground and dusted me off.
"You can let go of my robes now." I became cross-eyed as I realized that the material in my mouth had been part of his robes.
I spat it out, gagging at the thought of his sweat and maybe blood that could've been laced within' his robes.
Embracing me in a heart-warming hug, he was careful not to put any weight on my injured shoulder whatsoever.
"Don't do that again… alright? Pay attention and you will not get harmed." I nodded against his chest as my eyes focused on the hazy outlines of the world.
Releasing me of his grasp, I backed away and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.
"Are you alright now?" I nodded.
"Serenity… I do not enjoy scolding you, but it is for your own good. Alright?"
"Y-yes, I understand," I replied, nearly bumping into him.
Two hours later we sat up in the highest part of the creed's fortress; where Altair had first practiced his eagle dive.
We laughed together as he tried cheering me up with some of his stories on how bad of an assassin he was when he had first been recruited into the creed.
"On one simple task I had been ordered to do, I had made it the most important and difficult thing in the world. I was sent into the village of Masyaf just to listen to some old beggars complain about the society and how we lived in it."
Altair smiled at the thought.
"I was bored when I decided to throw a rock at one of them, to get them to speak," I beamed playfully at his antics.
"The rock that I had thrown at them landed on the temple of one of the wisest and eldest looking ones. He stumbled around in a couple of circles before a pack of beggars came to his aid; I still can't believe that I hit him in the temple."
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Anyways… To make a long story short, the old man died of a heart problem because I hit him with the stone to hard, scaring him, and the rest of the beggars had chased me around as if I were a pouch of golden coins. I hadn't heard the end of it since. I was only seven years old, a novice too. Malik still bugs me about it every once and awhile."
By the time he had finished telling me this story, I felt as though my gut were going to burst from so much laughter.
He stared at me as if I were an idiot, but soon joined me with a soft laughter of his own.
After one hour of gut bursting stories, the laughter had grown scarce and dispersed into the night.
Altair sat cross-legged in front of me as I had my back against the hard brick wall.
"Is your arm alright?" He asked politely as I shivered just remembering what had happened.
"Yeah… I guess so." He smirked slightly, but the smirk disappeared about as fast as it had come.
"So what were you thinking about that had made your mind cramp up and made you loose your footing over?" He inquired, his voice a slight whisper.
"Well, it's kind of strange but… I was thinking about the past, and the present. Has it really been two years? I mean, look at us! I was thirteen, you were fourteen, and so was Malik. But now we're two years older. And I was a very bad beginner. I'm not fifteen, and you and Malik are both sixteen, you're both getting up in the age." I teased the older assassin sitting across from me.
"Hey! We're not much older than you!" He teased back.
We sat alone, making snide remarks about each other until we laughed ourselves into a deep slumber.
I awoke a couple of minutes later to Altair carrying me back into my room.
He laid me down onto the sheets and attempted to cover me up, but I kept kicking the blankets away, making it harder for him to do so.
Giggling softly at his antics, he finally gave up, and tried to get away from my death grip on his robes.
I wouldn't let go that easily.
He pried at my hands, attempting to get me to let him go, but eventually gave in from exhaustion and curled up beside me.
I buried my face into his back and allowed the very scent that I adored from the very start of our friendship, fill my nostrils, as everything faded away.
Altair hadn't slept in the same room as me since the time that I had had a bad dream, but I won this time.
Smiling, darkness slowly succumbed my mind as my heartbeat slowed to a steady beat.
Here's to a good night's rest.
I awoke to someone shaking me from side to side, and yelling in my ears.
"Serenity! Wake up! You'll never believe it!" I heard Malik squeak out excitedly as he shook me.
I opened my eyes, and rubbed them, just to stare Malik right in the eyes.
"What?" I questioned, as I looked at Altair who was standing at the doorway with his back propped up against the wall.
"Rain Molokai is here! She's here to visit you!"
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Sparta chicken!!
Haha! Cliffhanger! DOOM ON YOUUUU!! Life is good… -Grins evilly-
Another day… Another chapter.
THIS. IS. JENGAAAAAA! –Boots jenga blocks into the black pit-
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