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The orange streams of light leaked down onto the sand as dusk fell upon her as she descended down the rooftops and into the window below her. Inaudibly, her sudden arrival drew the attention of none except Sayve who stood by the window, as if waiting for her to make her appearance.

" Took you long enough," Sayve said, tossing her a stack of clothes her way, " You should change. You look like you went through a sandstorm –in other words, a wreck."

Sending Sayve a glare, Ella moved to the closest object that could reflect her reflection to her. Okay, maybe what Sayve said was true –she did look like a wreck. White garments filled with dirt around her, strands of her dark brown hair falling out from her bun and her face veil slightly torn; yes, she would definitely agree that she did look very much like a wreck.

" I hate you, you know sometimes," Ella muttered as she passed Sayve in order to go to the toilet to change.

A hand slapped her back and Ella flinched as Sayve's laughter rang deep into her ears. " The feeling is mutual, my dear Ella."

Overlooking her friend's comment, Ella slipped into the commode, pulling out her face veil in the process and throwing it into the little bin at the side of the door. She stared at the mirror before her, her ever so green eyes examining the tiny scratches marred on her face.

Now, Ella wouldn't say she was the prettiest person out there in the city but many had told her that the exotic look she displayed, some would say so otherwise. Jawline prominent, it highlighted her cheekbones clearly with the sharp facial features she had. Sometimes, she hated the attention drawn on her and yet other times, like when she danced, the attention was welcomed.

A smile settled on her face as she took out the pouch of coins and positioned it on a counter top, before changing into her normal attire. Just as she was about to walk out of the door, she remember about the stones she'd forgotten to pluck out on her feet. Muttering a grumble, Ella dully lifted up her feet to ease the pain from the stones and switched to the other one when she was done with on.

Once done with the stones, she grabbed her clothes and her pouch as she opened the door and walked out.

If there was one thing Ella was grateful for was that her fraction had decided to settle in this city for a while –hence, living in a small house. It wasn't much, but it was something and Ella was happy with that.

Her fraction was small, containing members of around 7, including her; so it was easy for them to settle down unlike other fractions who had 20 members or more walking around.

Sayve reunited with her once she caught Ella walking around, heads scanning the room as if looking for someone.

"Looking for someone?" Sayve asked, hands pulled back as she stood on her toes to match Ella's height.

Ella turned to face Sayve, " Where's Ahmad?"

This caused Sayve's curious face to turn into a wicked smile, the glee in her eyes shining unmistakably. Sayve was her best friend, or in other words, her first friend she made after joining the fraction and ever since then, Sayve has been stuck to Ella's hip like glue.

Sayve and Ella had big difference between exterior looks –Ella was about an inch taller than Sayve and much fairer. Maybe it was because Sayve was always the one under the sun due to running errands around the city and out of it. But no matter, they both had the same dark locks.

" I don't know?" A set of teeth revealed itself behind Sayve's lips, " What do you need him for?"

How typical of Sayve to try to play the innocent in a conversation. " I want to hand the money over to him," As if to prove a point, Ella jingled the pouch in front of her face, the smile dying out from Sayve's face.

" You're no fun at all," She pouted, " Ahmad's at the kitchen."

" Thanks," Ella said, giving her friend a nod before leaving to go to the kitchen.

" Ahmad," She called out, making the figure turn her direction, giving her a quizzical look.

Ahmad was like any standard man, the same old normal looks that didn't make people throw as much as a second glance to. Before anyone here goes and jump into making their own conclusion, Ella did not like Ahmad in any sort of form. If anything, she'd probably like him as an older brother that held her straight.

Moving closer to him, Ella dropped the pouch with a loud thud as it landed onto the table. " Here's the money I made today. Could've gotten more but those guards came earlier than yesterday."

Ahmad gave a nod and sent her a smile, " That's great. You should rest, you've been doing this nonstop for the past few weeks –"

" And who are you to thank for buying us food to survive these few weeks?" She interjected, easily slipping past him to take a cup to drink some water. " Without me, you know you can't survive."

" Well," He said, " That's partly true. But let's cut you off some slack. Week off, starting tomorrow. And you can keep this," He pushed the pouch of coins towards her, " We have enough to survive another month, Ella."

A week off?

Keep the money?

" Okay," She finally said, " I'd like that." And she really did.


Altair had seen her more than once.

The first time he saw her was when he was on his way back from Damascus, already entering Masyaf after finishing some important business he had there. The girl had herself running away from the city guards high at her tail –but she was quick, he would give her that. When she tried to climb up to the rooftop but failed, something made him move forward to grab her hand and pull her up without a second's thought.

That particular action wasn't something he regretted or something he approved of, but he would live with it. Her eyes were the first thing he noticed, the greenish yellow-flecked eyes. It was a color he had never seen on a Arabian girl before, on Templars yes, but not on someone who was of the same race.

When he noticed he was staring, he took his chance to leave when she looked away.

The second time he saw her was when she was dancing at the streets. It was just a brief glance but long enough to know it was her.

This would be the third time he was seeing her. Within the city walls , the girl was buying fruits from an old lady with a cart. She had a smile on her face as she gave the lady her coins and walked away –and he was still staring.

A sharp pain erupted at his side and forced him to look away from the girl and to his fellow assassin. " What?" He growled.

The assassin sneered back at him, shoving Altair his supplies and handed him the horse he would use for traveling. " I said you can go now, Novice."

Sniffling back a brutal comment and probably a fight, Altair gave the assassin one last glare that told him ' Say that again and I will kill you.' clearly in his eyes. Without much of a thought, Altair stuffed everything into the horse's pouch and mounted the animal. His eyes slowly drifted towards where the girl had previously stood but he caught himself before he started staring at an empty place with his stupid assassin standing at his side.

With a soft squeeze to the horse, the horse gave out a small neigh as they both entered the scorching dessert.

Throughout the whole journey, Altair could only wonder what made that girl so special that he could not get her off his mind.


Weee! Guess who's back with a quick update? I swear, this story is way easier than writing Transfer Student. But anyway, we finally managed to get a little insider on Altair's head! Woot woot! More Altair coming up in the next chapter!

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