And here we are at chapter four. I hope you like it!

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Desmond POV

I woke with the dawn as usual, sighing softly into my pillow. I'd be leaving in a few hours. Leaving with my ancestor to Damascus to begin training him to become a killer that would strike fear into the hearts of every man who heard his name. I stood up, stretching and rubbing a hand over my new scar.

With every wound I got that might have killed me, I instead got a scar. The one on my side is long and jagged, going from a few inches left of my spine, and wrapping around until it was about three inches away from my belly button. The scar on my shoulder was a little smaller, only six inches long over the top of my shoulder.

I had a gained a few scars over my years here, yet those two were my largest so far. I knew that I would collect more over my years, yet I felt relieved to have these here. A testament to what I've done, proof of the battles I've won. These, and the journals I have. I began writing as a child, something I picked up from my mother, something I've continued here as well.

I stepped over to my bookshelf, running my fingers down the spines of the books I have, and along the brown spines of my journals. Each had the year cut into the spine and filled with black ink. To ensure I would always know when I wrote them. I dedicated one journal to each year, and as I pulled out the farthest journal to the right, with this year on it, I smile softly to myself.

I knew I couldn't be completely honest within these journals, in the event that they fell into the wrong hands. But I took certain measures against prying eyes, like writing with a mixture of Arabic and Latin. But they were things I knew Altair could eventually decipher with the apple, should I choose to leave them here. And within these I wrote my thoughts and feelings, sometimes wrote of what I did as an Assassin.

Everyone knew they weren't to ever enter my room without my permission, especially after I nearly took the arm off another assassin who decided to snoop through my stuff. Instead I just fractured the bone and sent him away screaming curses at me. I toss my journal onto my bed, grabbing another one out of the box I have on the shelf under it and tossing it to my bed as well.

I grab two books in French and English respectively, knowing I'll need to teach these two languages to Altair before I'll let him become a fully fledged Assassin. So I toss these onto my bed, stepping over to my weapons. I look across the wall and table before selecting what I want to take.

I pull on my outfit before pulling on the weapons I cannot leave behind. My throwing knives and sword for one. I check over my hidden blades, making sure everything's perfect before moving onto my other weapons. I stopped at the large longbow that hung on the wall, one that I had made after a year here. It took months to get the wood I needed for it, and even longer to make the wood do as I wished.

I pulled it down off the hooks I'd set into the wall, running my hand along it. I'd used Yew wood to make it, even though I'd have liked to use Maple or Oak. However Oak was found in America, a place we didn't know about yet. So I made do with what I had, and spent a good year just getting the wood to work right and dry. After that I'd spent time trimming and sanding, getting it into the shape I needed for it to work.

Then I had to test it's draw ability, making sure it wouldn't crack when I drew the string back. After that I spent checking which side was stiffer and editing the string. After that I had to stain and seal it, making the wood a dark gray color and placing a thick varnish on it to ensure it didn't become damaged by the weather or elements. After that it was just the final touches before it was done.

All I did was wrap a cord around the hand part so I could grip it properly, and I once more thanked Connor. Very few people can make their own longbow. Let alone one this perfect in the 1100's. I strung the bow and plucked the string softly, the deep thrum that echoed around the room brought up countless memories. Hunting as Connor, taking down animals in the winter time, silencing soldiers before they even noticed I was there, even hunting down men in this life as well.

I shiver as the sound dissipates and I gently unstrung the bow and set it on my bed. I will take that… it might be useful. I look through everything else and grab my quiver, my smaller fighting knife, my boot knife, and finally my extra throwing knife belt. My knives went on my center belt, a few in my boot, and on my shoulder. I had a feeling I'd be giving this to Altair soon, with his speed and understanding of things.

After that was done I stepped over to my trunk and grab two uniforms, folding them up easily. I than grab my saddle bags and pack them quickly, leaving my bow and quiver next to them before leaving my room a little under an hour later. I knew that they would be serving breakfast now, and I wanted to eat before we left. I walked down to the Hall, finding Altair already there with his friends.

He jumps up when he sees me walking over with a small amount of awe visible. I knew I was a little more armed than normal, something that he must see. "Go eat, after breakfast we're leaving, so spend your time wisely." I say before nodding toward his friends. He nods with a small smile and walks back over to them, and I walk over to my rug, finding the sounds around me calming as I think over the journey I have ahead of me.

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Altair POV

I smiled at everyone as I rubbed at my arms, the bracers a foreign feeling. I'd been able to look them over this morning, finding a beautiful but simple design on them made of steel. I glanced over at Desmond, finding his back to me as he spoke softly to those around him. He was more armed than normally, I saw a large deadly looking knife on his back. I could see the small indents for the knives on his shoulder and remembered the knives in his boots.

Abbas had told us of the Hidden blade, yet no one else had seen one yet. I saw the bracers on Desmond's arms, but I didn't know which one was a hidden blade, or if he just wore bracers. I was so lost in thought that I barely paid attention to my friends, who all chatted around me as I was suddenly struck with a tiny amount of fear. I was leaving Masyaf, I was leaving my home and everyone I knew.

I was about to begin training that would take years to master, if I ever did. And with the best Assassin the creed had ever seen. It was a little intimidating to think about as he suddenly stood, glancing over at me and nodding toward the door. I nod and say goodbye to my friends, getting a quick hug from Abbas and Malik before I rush to follow Desmond, who's walking out of the room.

We walk a moment in silence before he says "Go grab your saddle bag, then meet me at the castle gates." I nod and rush off to my room, missing the smile he sends after me while I dart up to my room. I grab my bag, carrying it carefully as I walk to the gates, waiting for Desmond, who makes an appearance a few minutes later. I hide my stare as he walks out with two saddle bags, and a giant dark gray bow.

He wore it over his shoulder, carrying a quiver in his hand as he nodded at me and walked out of the gate. I follow him, trying to keep close as the people of the village slowly start waking up. "Normally, I would have left last night. But since we're traveling a greater distance, it made more sense to leave later and rest after sundown." I nodded as we gained stares from the people who exit their homes.

I felt a little awkward under the stares as Desmond seems to notice it. "Ignore them. They're curious since you're in the garb of an apprentice, and this village is small. Most don't have much to talk about, so they talk about people. You'll get used to it, and learn how to hide as well." He says as we approach the gates of the village, and I see our two horses saddled and held by a stable boy who's a few years older than I am.

He holds the reins and let's us set and secure our bags on the horses, Alexander giving the apprentice a harsh look as Desmond offers him an apple. I look up at my horse before climbing into the saddle, finding it a little easier this time. The stable boy passed me the reigns and says "Good luck." Before Desmond climbs onto his horse and we set off.

I shivered softly with a small amount of fear as we passed the village gates. I'd never been this far away from my childhood home, and the thought of leaving it for an unknown amount of time a little terrifying. So I rode close to Desmond as he lead us away from the gates. It was quiet for a little while before Desmond asked "What has your father told you of Damascus?"

I blinked in shock and say "Not much… just that it is one of the largest cities…" Desmond nods and says "It is the largest city currently built. It is home to thousands of people, and split into three main districts. The poor district, with the most citizens, the middle district which is home to most of the formal buildings, and the rich district, which holds the wealthy of the city."

I nodded along as the road stretched before us and he continued saying "Our Creed has a sanctuary built within the poor district, that's where we will be staying for the time being. There are a few older apprentices there who are training to be Assassins as well, however I don't know how they will react to you." I nodded again, not really knowing what to say.

"We'll travel today, and camp tonight a little ways from the city as we won't make it before they close the gates, and while the outside of the gates has land you can camp on, it's not the best idea. It usually covered in theives and I don't feel like maiming anyone today." I nod and look down at my hands before I hear him pull something out of a sheathe.

He drops his horse back so that we're riding side by side, he takes the reigns from my hands and passes me the large knife that he had on his back. I take it as he gently leads our horses as I look over the blade. It was intricately engraved, yet heavy enough to block a sword stroke. I look up in question as he says "What do you think that is good for? And when would you like to use it."

I gulp and go to speak before he cuts me off and says "I won't get mad if you gave me the wrong answer, or say you don't know. I'm here to teach you, and I can't do that if you don't tell me when you don't know something." I nod and say "I really don't know…" my relief almost all consuming as he nods. "It's very good when dealing with many enemies in close quarters. You can move faster and disarm them easier than you can with a sword."

I nod as he takes the blade and slips it back into it's place, before pulling out a smaller throwing knife and passing it to me. "What do you think that's good for? And when would you like to use it?" And that's how the rest of the day went, with him quizzing me and teaching me the different weapons. There were so many that he kept on his person that by the time dusk fell he was still telling me about them.

"Why do you have a bow like that though? I thought Assassin's used crossbows." I asked as he stopped us and lead us over toward a small cave beside the road. He raised an eyebrow at me and said "You read over the archery books." I nodded as he says "It is easier to use a crossbow, you don't need as much strength, anyone with two eyes and an arm can use one. A bow, or more specifically a longbow, is a little more difficult."

He nods at me horse while taking the saddle off his, I quickly do the same as he continues saying "You have more control with a longbow, and more range. I can be farther away and still hit my target using this. It's also a weapon that most recognize, and steer clear of. A sword might deter most citizens, but a bow can ensure that most guards will stay away as well."

I nodded slowly as I set my saddle down, Desmond nodding and saying "I'll be right back. Stay here okay? However if you hear someone coming, hide." I nodded as stepped out of the cave into the rapidly darkening night. As the sun dropped so did the temperature as I stuck close to Damien, while my stomach let out a small rumble. We hadn't really stopped all day, keeping at an even pace the whole time.

We'd stopped once to use the bathroom, but other than that we were riding. My legs and backside ached from the ride, and I was sure I had a sore or two there as well. I didn't want to sit down at all, so I gently brushed Damien down making him stand proudly when I was done. Alexander looked down at me with surprise as I approached him and said "Come down here. I can't reach your mane all the way up there."

He ruffled his mane, giving me a odd look before bending his head down enough for me to reach him. I was beginning to worry about Desmond as the sun was showing its final rays of light. Before I could get very far through Alexander's mane he returned though, footsteps so soft I didn't even hear him until he stepped onto the stone of the cave floor.

I jumped badly, whipping around as he walks in carrying a large pile of wood, which he places near the cave mouth. "Come here, time to learn how to build a fire." I place the brush I had in my pack before moving over to him as he crouched and set the wood in certain ways. It looked almost like a tent, before he took one piece and started shaving off tiny strips.

"This is kindling. It's smaller than regular wood and will light easier. You want a little pile of it to help light the other wood. For wood you want older, dried wood. The newer, still green stuff will smoke and smolder instead of burn. If you're sending smoke signals there amazing though. In this instance however, not so much." He says as he made a small pile at the base of the wood pile.

He than moves to grab two stones from his pack and returns, holding them out to me. I take them and he says "These are striking stones. You can use them to create sparks, which light the kindling. Go ahead and try it." He motions toward the kindling and I try and he says, striking them in an effort to spark the kindling. I manage it after a few tries, he shows me how to help the fire grow before using it to light the other wood.

"You can use dried leaves, dead grass, rotten cloth, human hair, and small slivers of dried wood for kindling. Use what you can, and remember to feed your fire every so often to keep it alive. Now, hungry?" I nod quickly as he chuckles and walks off to his pack, returning a few moments later with a small bundle of cloth and a water skin. He sits on the floor, and I copy, wincing as I sit down.

He motions toward the fire and says "Carefully move your robe so that you won't catch fire and sit with your back to it. The heat will help the sores on your backside, as well as the cramps in your legs." I nod and do as he says, sighing softly as the heat does help soothe the pain there. He crosses his legs and unwraps the bundle he held to reveal some dried meat, a loaf of bread, and some hard cheese.

He pulls out his boot knife, running It through the Fire than using it to cut through the soft bread as he says "These are the basic provisions you'll receive whenever traveling to other cities. They all can last a few days, and you'll get a small amount of money to use when in the city as well. You can usually eat at the Assassin Sanctuary, however I prefer the food you can usually find in the city." I nod as he moves and cuts the cheese into small slices and puts one on a piece of bread and passes it to me.

"Here, Eat. I know you're hungry." He says, giving me a small smile behind his mask. I nod and take it, finding it to be surprisingly tasty despite the plainness of it. He than passed me a thick strip of dried meat and the water skin, and the two of us eat in a comfortable silence. He was placed so that his face was shadowed while he ate, keeping him hidden from me.

I wanted to ask why he hid his face, some of us thought it was because he was scared, or perhaps disfigured. Some thought it was so that he could one day leave the creed as a free man. I just wanted to ask him, but as the minutes passed I became more and more tired, and the exhaustion that had been building up all day suddenly hit me.

Desmond gently nudged me from the fire and rolled out a bed roll and said "Sleep. You'll need it." I nodded as I curled up in a ball under my blanket, close to the fire for warmth and felt my eyes slowly slip shut, falling into a deep and restful sleep.

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I wake up with a small jump as he shook my shoulder, and I look up at him. The fire is out, and light is just peaking over the horizon. He motions me up and passes me an apple, I take it as he says "Eat this, also pack up, it's time to go." I nod and place the apple in my pocket and roll my bedding up, placing it on my saddle and tying it down before placing my saddle on Damien, who gently nuzzled me.

I smiled and saddled him up, taking a bite of my apple when I was done. Desmond took his knife and sliced the other apple in his hand in half, taking the first half and letting Alexander have it, while offering the other to Damien. The two horses munched happily as I ate my apple as well.

Before long the two of us were back in the saddle, much to my dislike as the pain in my thighs and backside was still present while the sun rose above the horizon, bathing the world in light. As we rode toward Damascus I saw more and more people appear, some people carrying pots or baskets, some merchants left the city and made their way towards other areas.

I watched them with interest as they gave us a wide gap to ride through, and Desmond softly told me to stick close. I nodded and did as I was told, riding close behind him down the dirt road as the sun slowly rose. A little while later we made a final turn, and Damascus rose in front of us.

I stared at it in awe as Desmond stopped and said "Beautiful, is it not?" I nodded as I took in the giant buildings, beautiful architecture, tall spires, massive guard towers and walls. It was nothing like Masyaf, which seemed like a safe haven. This place seemed more like an imposing place than my home.

I gulped as Desmond nudged his horse forward and began walking down the paths to the walls of the city. I rushed after him, seeing guards watching the gates and demanding papers or money from people. I saw a few merchants that set up their wares outside the walls and a large stable nearby.

Desmond lead Alexander through the people to the stables and dismounted, he motioned for me to do the same. "Take your pack and put it on your back, keep it close. Thieves are soft footed and quick, be wary and watch those around you. Don't let anyone bump into you." He says softly before taking his own pack and holding it gently as I scramble to toss mine on my back.

He took Damien's reigns and Alexander's, before leading them to a stable boy nearby. He looked us over and said "You can purchase a stall indefinitely, it's -" Desmond cuts him off and says "I'm actually a friend of the Rafiq, and he said you can watch them for me." The man pales and he takes the reigns and says "As you wish sir." Leading them away.

Desmond nods and sets his bow back around his torso and gently ties the quiver against his hip before walking off toward a group of scholars, who all stood close together. They looked up at us, nodding deeply before Desmond says "Clasp your hands like so." He shows me the same move the others make.

I copy as he says "Be patient walk with them. This is what we call blending, merging with the people and being hidden by them. For the best place is to hide in plain sight, they'll look over you without a second thought. You'll walk behind me, keep your head bowed and watch my feet, stay silent."

I nod as he walks us over to the scholars, who surround us and we all begin walking toward the gates. I drop my head and my gaze to Desmond's boots, watching his small and gentle steps as we walked. I saw the edges of the guards boots move away to allow us to walk into the city. I was so surprised, that these scholars helped us within the city without a single question.

We walked into the next street, the people loud and boisterous here. Desmond gently pulled me from the scholars huddle, letting them walk on without us. He gently steered me off into the city as I stared at the people and wonders that they had here. The buildings were bigger here, and closer packed as well.

They had roof gardens and giant markets. They had people who sold everything I could think of, from large rugs to pots painted with hundreds of colors, scents of food wafted from everywhere around us. I was so wrapped up in everything else I almost lost Desmond. He however pulled me into an alley and I came back to earth.

He motioned to a ladder and said "Up you get." Motioning up the ladder. I move up it, quickly reaching the top as he follows me, looking around for something. He points to an open roof about three houses down and said "We're going there. Remember where this is. It's an Assassin Bureau. You will come here before and after Assassinations, it's our safe haven, designed to shelter us from guards and prying eyes. However if you are being chased, it's doors shall stay shut to you."

I nod as we walk over, Desmond watching for guards as we move to there. He helps me down first, letting me reach the floor before jumping to the ground. I don't know how he didn't break his bow landing but he rolled up to his feet, nodding at me. The room was large, with rugs and pillows adorning it.

It had a small fountain with the symbol of the creed above it and rugs hanging on the walls. Desmond ushered me through the door into another area of the Bureau. This had a large table that separated us from the Rafiq of the Bureau. He gave us a smile and says "Ah! Desmond! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Desmond chuckles and says "I'm here to begin training my apprentice. May we stay within the Bureau rooms?" He nods and says "Of course. Down the hall and to the left, choose from the rooms on the right, and have him select a room on the left. Those with ribbons on the handles are taken. Here, so you may mark yours."

He hands him two pieces of ribbon, one red and the other white. He hands me the white one and we walk into the other area which was a long hall with doors on either side. Desmond walks down to the end and takes the last door on the right, nodding to the left one and saying "That can be yours. Go ahead and set your stuff inside." I nod and move over, tying the ribbon around the handle and enter the room.

Inside is a bed, bookshelf, desk, and trunk. The floor had a thick rug on it and the bed had a thick comforter on it. The bookshelf had a few books in it, but most of the shelf was empty. I set my bag on my bed before walking back out and shutting my door. Desmond exits a few moments later, having left his bow in his room. "Do not go into my room without permission."

I nod at him and he says "Okay. Now let's go. I want you to see more of Damascus as midday comes around." I hurry after him as we leave the hall and the sanctuary completely. Standing on the roof of the building, he leads me back to the ladder and says "Come on, the market is always a good place to start."

I follow him as he climbs down the ladder and steps out into the streets of the city. He kept me close, and avoided soldiers when we could. Before long we were in the main market place, and he began leading me to an alley. "Do you want to see everything better?" He asks, watching me closely as I say "Yes, I really do." This place was so massive, and I was so short compared to others.

He nods and says "Then keep up!" before taking off at a sprint, I run after him, barely able to keep up. He skids to a stop in an alley and gives me a grin behind his mask. "Up we get. Be careful, guards are nearby." I nod and hurry up the ladder, keeping low to the roof as I see a guard looking over the market below us. Desmond climbs up after me and says "See where he is now? He's in view of the other guard over there."

He points out another guard a few buildings over that I hadn't noticed. "When he turns, we can knock out this guard. I don't kill unless I have to, so I can put him in a choke hold for a bit so he passes out. Now, come over here." He pulls me over to a small garden nearby and we crouch within. "These are amazing places to hide, you can duck in one while they chase you, and they'll run right by. But you have to make sure no one can see you."

I nod as he gently moves the cloth away and shows me the guards again. "Watch them. The usually move from spot to spot every few seconds. Count how long it takes until they switch positions and see how long they're out of sight." I nod and count how long they stand in my sight, how long they're moving, and how long I can't see them before they reappear. I nod and say "About a minute they stand, ten seconds to move, than another minute of standing."

He nods approvingly and says "That means we have a minute and ten seconds to knock out that guard, and get up that tower there." He motions to a massive tower a building away. I shiver with a small amount of terror and say "What master?" He snorts and says "It'll be fine. Let's go!" I hadn't noticed the guards had moved and he jumped out of the garden and grabbed the guard, pinning him in a headlock as he silently struggled.

I stare in shock as Desmond lowers him to the ground and pulled him behind the garden, out of sight of the other guard. He grinned and said "Come on! We have to move!" I nod shakily and jump over the small wall of the garden and rush after Desmond as he ran over to the other building by the beams between them. I ran after him as he ran up the wall and grabbed onto a ridge in the stonework of the tower.

I tried to rush after him, but I couldn't quite make it to a grabbable ledge. But Desmond grabbed my arm and pulled me up enough to grab the ledge. He nodded and said "We're headed up, so be careful. I may not be able to catch you and I'm not having you die." I nod at him as he has me climb ahead of him, and we climbed for what felt like hours. My arms ached and shook from the effort, and my stomach and shoulders hurt from the effort of pulling my body up over and over.

Finally we make it to the top of the tower, gasping and shaking as Desmond pulls himself up behind me without any problems. He placed a hand on my shoulder and asked "Are you okay?" I nod and he walks over to the small piece of wood jutting out of the tower. "Climb up and look around." I nod and do as he said, inching out onto the beam in a crouch to the edge before I looked at the city.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw the city sprawl out beneath my feet. The small cross crossing lines of the streets, the gaps between the houses, even other towers like this one. They all stood plainly in my sight. I heard Desmond climb up behind me as I pull my eyes from the amazing view and see Desmond crouching behind me. Even crouched he's bigger than I am, and he peers out of the city with sharp eyes.

"This is the best way to get a good grip on where you are and find the easiest ways around. Do you want to know the easiest ways to find viewpoints like this?" He asks, giving me a tiny smile. I nod rapidly and he replies "Eagles. They'll either perch or nest up here. They love the height." He nodded his head forward and I turn around again, seeing a massive Eagle fly over and land mere inches away from me.

I freeze in fear, having seen these giant birds grab small prey and snatch it up in there deadly claws. I gulped as I looked down at said claws, seeing them gleaming in the light. I looked back to at the head of the giant bird, seeing it turn and looked me in the eye. It's eyes were a golden color like mine, and it tilted its head gently to the side as a felt a warm, tingly sensation from behind my eyes encompass my entire head before all the color drains from the world.

I shake as I rapidly look around, the world varying shades of gray. I turn and look at Desmond, who is suddenly glowing a bright and nearly blinding blue. I yelp and scramble away in shock, loosing my footing and tumbling from the beam. I barely even draw a breath staring at the swirling grays as Desmond grabbed my arm and I blinked sharply, the world returning to normal as I cling to him.

He yanks me up onto the beam and hold me close to him as I hear his breath shake as tears reflexively drip down my face and I cling to him, shaking like a leaf. He holds me tightly to his chest and I feel him move away from the edge and stand up, hugging me gently and murmuring comforting words. "Shh… it's okay Altair. You're alright." I bury my face into the hard metal armor he wears as I shake.

Oh god… what was that? Should I say something? What if I'm branded as a warlock or a wizard or something? They'll kill me for that… so let's just say nothing… I swallow slowly as I shake before Desmond asks "Altair? Your eyes were gold." I shiver in fear, oh god he's gonna call me a wizard and have me killed, he holds me gently and asks "What did you see?" I shake my head against his chest, wishing that he'd just leave it alone.

I feel him tighten his hold on me and says "Altair, please tell me what you saw…" I whimper and say "It was… gray. Everything was varying shades of gray everywhere I looked except for you. You glowed blue master! What's wrong with me…" I feel him place a hand on my head and ruffle my hair through my hood. He seems to ponder something for a time before saying "I thought your father may have spoken of it, but I see he didn't."

I pull away and look at him in shock as he continues saying "The Sight. Hunters Vision. Eagle Vision. It's known by a variety of names but is a very rare thing for someone to be born with. Currently, there are only two living people with this talent that I know of, and they are both in the brotherhood." I gape at him as he lets me stand and says "Those two people are you and me Altair."

I feel like my jaw was on the floor as my fear was slowly replaced with curiosity. "To put it simply, you can see the truths in people. You can see friend and foe in a crowd, see your target and an informant. No one can hide from your sight. It's the reason your father and I are such well respected assassins. Nothing can hide them from us." He crouched down so that I could look him in the eye before he shuts his eyes a moment.

He snaps them back open and I see what he meant about my eyes. His eyes had been a honeyed brown before, now they were a shimmering gold. They were brighter than the birds, but held the same intelligence and an almost scary power. He blinks again and it vanishes, and I look down at the ground. My dad had this ability?...

He reaches out again and ruffled my hair and said "It's a secret. Even among the brothers, very few people know about this. The master doesn't even know about It, and I'd prefer if you didn't tell him. And if you want, I can teach you how to use it. Along with what the colors mean." I gape at him and say "So… I'm not… I'm not evil?" He blinks and snorts before saying "No. You aren't evil, we fight evil. This is just an ability you'll have to master."

I nod with a small smile and say "Okay master. Can you teach me now?" He chuckles and says "I can tell you the basics. Shut your eyes, and search through your mind. Wish for the sight to see the truth of those around you." I nod and do as he says, feeling the tingly feeling again before I open my eyes. Desmond glows blue before me again and I grin as he laughs. "Well done! First try too, you'll be a master of this in no time. Now, let the feeling fade."

I nod and shut my eyes a moment as the feeling goes away and everything is back to normal. He nods approvingly and says "The sight works wonders, but the problem is that it can be altered by your opinion of someone." I nod at him as he stands up completely and says "Now, I'm hungry. Let's go find some food!" Before running over to the beam, jumping up onto it and leaping from its edge, falling down to the ground below.

I cry out after him, watching as he falls into a hay bale in the streets. He pulls himself out of it and waved for me to follow. This tower was taller than anything we'd had in Masyaf, but the thought of falling that far and surviving was an amazing thought. I move up onto the beam, walking down before looking to where the hay bale was.

I nod and stay back a bit, getting some space before running and jumping off the edge, flipping onto my back as I fell. It's was invigorating, feeling the air tug at your clothes and whip around you head. I felt almost sad when I finally hit the soft hay bale. Desmond chuckles to my left and I happily pop out of the hay bale and grin at him. He laughs and says "Come on. We missed lunch with that climb, so let's grab something akin to dinner and get back to the sanctuary."

I nod and jump out of the hay, sticking close to him as we walked. There were many more people out now that the sun was beginning to set. Desmond and I were walking patiently through the streets before he suddenly stiffens and walks into an alley, peering around the corner into the street. "Shit…" before I can ask what's wrong he says "Use your Eagle vision and tell me who you see out there."

I nod slowly and take a second to find the feeling again, my eyes and head tingling as I peer around the wall. At first it's just a mass of grays, people moving here and there before I suddenly see a bright spot of blood red. It's coming from a group of soldiers, but one in particular is brighter than the rest. I shut my Vision off and move back toward Desmond and ask "What was that?"

Desmond nods and says "Soldiers glow red. All enemies do, but one was brighter than the rest wasn't it?" I nod and he says "That because he is a Templar." I stare in horror as he pulls me away from the Templar and says "Later. I'll hunt him down later if he hurts anyone here. He may just be passing through, so let's just avoid him for now. What would you like to eat?"

He keeps me close as we figure out what to eat, eventually choosing a small spot that served a variety of food. We got a large plate of flatbread filled with meat, onions, peppers, and some kind of sauce. We found a spot not far from the place and ate our food, which was amazing. I hadn't realized I was hungry until we got here. Once I was done, having eaten all of my food I was leaning against Desmond with my eyes dropping shut.

I must have dozed off at some point because I feel Desmond shaking my shoulder softly and saying "Come on, let's get back." I nodded and slowly opened my eyes and stood up. I was so tired that I clung to the belt Desmond wore as we walked through the darkening streets. He gently nudged me up the ladder to the sanctuary, letting me climb down before jumping down himself.

I yawned softly as I rubbed an eye and Desmond said "Off to bed with you. Try and sleep, I'm waking you up early tomorrow." I nodded at him as he went to go talk to the Rafik and I quietly went down to my room. I wanted a bath, but I was too tired for one. I barely remembered to pull on a set of sleep clothes before crawling into bed, barely having time to blink before I was asleep.

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Desmond POV

I stepped over to the Rafik and say "You have a Templar in the city." His head snaps up and he stares in shock. He sighs heavily and says "Damn it… despite that. Are you planning on training the boy here completely?" I shake my head. "No, I was going to be here for a little while before moving to Acre. He needs to learn the basic mannerisms of the people there. Than we're probably headed to Jerusalem."

He nods and says "Good choices. I have a small place set up for you to teach him basic knife throwing in. For whenever you think he is ready." I nod and say "I was about to ask about that. I was going to start him on that tomorrow. I won't have him wandering around this city with me completely defenseless." He nods slowly and says "Another apprentice here. His name is Garrick. He's training to be a guard, he can help teach your apprentice hand to hand combat."

I hum softly and say "I'll think about it. I need to get him into a free running course as well." Our conversation lapses from there and be bids me a good night. I go into my room and quickly set it up in a way that I find habitable. I than yank off the majority of my outfit and place it in it's respective places, before pulling on a thin top and collapse across my bed my back to the door and my sword perched so I could grab it if I needed to.

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