She stormed down the hall in a raged stomp and slammed her door so hard that the shelves in her room shook. the sound of the slam rang down the halls and she was sure that the Master's could here it if they were in silence. She didn't intend to slam it that hard, but when your in a rage, you hardly have time to think, you just act.
'How dare he treat me like a child. I should just bash his face in! do it in front of all of his brothers and his Master! Then we shall see who the child is. Egotistical son of a bitch!' Her mind raged.
She slowly began to unbuckle her bracers, careful not to trigger the blades hidden with in. Her blades were not like those from the Al Maulim brotherhood. When she had joined the creed, she saw the flaw in the blades requiring the loss of the ring finger. So, she took a good look at the hidden blade blueprints and was able to remedy the blades to work without the loss of the finger. instead, the rest of the people in her creed had the symbol burned onto their ring fingers, She however, did not. For she had already wore the brand of the assassin and did not need to go through the initiation again.
She shook away the thought of how she obtained the scar and focused on removing the rest of her armor. There wasn't much seeing as how she relied mostly on her speed and agility to fight her battles instead of strength. However, the downfall to that is that when she does have the unfortunate bad luck of being nicked by a blade, it gets her good. But that rarely happened, in fact, the last time she had been injured in a battle was when she fought thirty guards when an assassin safe house had been attacked, six months ago.
She finished undoing all of the straps as the weapons hit the floor with a nice thud. once those were out of the way, she easily slipped out of the robes that were three times too big for her and placed them neatly on the table next to her bed. The weapons were placed in their correct spots on her wall before she slipped into a nice tub with warm water. She had asked one of the maids to fill a bath for her when she arrived because she knew Master Derlum would not keep her any longer than necessary.
Her Master had told her that the Al Mualim brotherhood from Masyaf would be arriving, so seeing them there wasn't a surprise. What did shock her was the pain that seemed to rack up her arm. As soon as she had arrived, her wrist had started convulsing in pain. She check on it several times, but there was no wound. The pain was not one of being cut or hit with an arrow, more like being scorched with something hot. She couldn't explain what it was.
However, when she had entered Her Master's study to see Master Derlum, Master Al Mualim and Altaїr all standing there, the pain had gotten worse. She hid the emotion and pain from her face like she had been taught, but that doesn't mean that she hadn't felt it the entire time. The pain seemed to grow whenever Master Al Mualim would look over... and only him...
A soft sigh left her lips as the warm water soothed her torn and scarred back. It soothed her entire sore body as she hadn't slept in at least a week so this relaxation was well needed. Once she had cleaned all of the dirt off her body, She slipped out of the tub and got into a loose tunic and some trousers. The tub of water was pushed next to the door so that when the Maids came in the next morning, after she had left, that they didn't have to drag in throughout her room.
The female assassin quietly slipped into her large and comfy bed and snuggled into the covers. She soon fell into a very light and dreamless sleep.
She awoke with a start as the sound of someone roughly yanking open a door reached her ears. Soon after, the sound of a door slamming very hard and stomping footsteps echoed down the hall. A small smirk graced her lips as she could only assume that Altaїr had gotten his door open and was now fuming off in a corner like the egotistical cry baby he was. A sigh left her lips as she realised that; one. she had to work closely with that son of a bitch. second. that she needed to get her ass out of bed right now so they could head out.
Their first target was Nazar. He live in the town that was close to Jerusalem but also far at the same time. however, that town was only a few hour horse ride, so she wouldn't have to spend too long with that asshole.
She stretched her arms above her head as she sat up. She really needed to get up and ready or Master Derlum would lecture her about timing again. That is not something she would want to go through again. She stood and stretched her back until the satisfying pop was heard. The female assassin walked over to her dresser, where she pulled out her hand made huntress outfit.
When she was young, when her father was not teaching her hunting or how to fight with small weaponry, her mother would teach her how to sew and cook. Her mother would also tell her that she should never reach out for men for a foundation and that being independent was the best thing a women could do. They both taught her where the weak points on the human body were and how to forge weapons out of the simple things. She still went to play with her friends and these things were just daily lessons that she loved. The ones she misses.
Her huntress outfit consisted of a cleavage concealing long sleeved light brown top with tight fitting blacks (kind of like leggings). A small grey vest was sewed over the top to add extra warmth during the night chills. sure, it made it a bit warmer during the day, but she was used to unbearable heat, same with her body, so it barely affected her anymore. There were also knee high boots that were grey and hugged her legs.
Once the huntress outfit was on and in place, she slipped the 'Khan' robes over top. She then strapped on all of weapons, including; Her short blade, her ten throwing knives, her personally crafted bow and quiver which includes twenty arrows, and her duel hidden blades. The assassin had to be careful when it came to doing up the straps of her weaponry. If she did them up too tight, the others would notice and her identity would be found out very quickly. However, if she did not do them up tight enough, then they would fall in the heat of battle or during a run, and she'd be fucked.
The assassin walked up to her mirror and reached for her brush. After she had brushed out all of the knots in her straight read hair, she pulled it back into a no nonsense ponytail, her bangs hanging on either side of her face. She didn't know why, but her hair had not grown in the front much, as if the hair itself refused to get longer. As she fiddled with her hair, her eyes lingered to her scar...and her eye, the flashback overwhelming her senses.
"Mommy! We need to go back for daddy! He could get worse! He could die! I don't want to loose him mommy!" the eleven version of herself scream in horror. It started out as a normal morning, nothing out of the ordinary. But by the time that the day was almost over, it seemed like hundreds of Templars were attacking her little village, but was stranger, was that the men of the village seemed to fight back like they were specifically trained for it. They all wore white hoods as they fought back. Only now did she understand what that meant.
"I know my darling! but we cannot go back. Daddy would want us to go on and find a new home, so that we can wait for him. you dad is always alright. " Her mother said back to her daughter as they continued to run down the ally, away from the rest of the fight. If only she knew how wrong she was. They continued to jig jag down he allies, heading for the horse stable that were not far from where they were.
As they continued to run, The young assassin's sensitive ears picked up a faint sound, a sound she would never forget. The sound of a bow string being pulled back. The young girl looked back to see and archer on the roof of a building behind her and her mother. However, the bow was not aimed at her, but at her mother, ready for the kill.
"Mommy! MOVE!" she screamed as she tried to yank her mother out of the way. However, she was too late. she fail. A pained screech caused the young assassin to open her eyes and look at her mother, instantly regretting the decision. An arrow was pierced straight through her mother's throat and her body fell lifelessly to the ground. She reached forward to stop the hard fall, but the bowstring was heard again. she turned just in time to miss a deadly arrow, but not in time to miss it completely.
The arrow cut through her left eyebrow, through her eye and half of her cheek. Everything went dark in her left eye, but she ignored it as she gripped the kitchen knife her mother had given her and threw with as much strength as she had left. The knife whizzed through the air and pierced trough the mans chest plate and killed him on contact. She crumbled to her knees in emotional pain at the side of her mothers body. tears welled up in her right eye as she flipped over her mother's body. She broke the arrow and remove it, closing her mothers eyes with a silent prayer.
She knew that she had to go on, for her mother. The young assassin grabbed the knife her mother had also taken and started running for the stables, never looking back as she held back the tears her father had taught to hide.
She violently shook her head, erasing the memories from continuing farther. The assassin gripped her hood and slowly pulled it over her scarred face and blind eye, She would never regain vision in that eye, but she learned to fight and cope without it making her a stronger women in the end. She made sure everything was in check before leaving her room. she both needed food and needed to get everything ready for the journey to come.
As she walked down the hallway, the obvious sound of footsteps trailed behind her, very quietly might she add. She already knew who this assassin was before he even said a word. She could tell by the way his aura was giving off an angry feeling.
"hey. Khan, right?" A smirk made its way on her face at the sound of his angered voice and the sound of a knife being unsheathed. She made sure to be ready to counter and of his attacks if he were to perform any, which she was pretty sure he would. She nodded her head.
"This is for last night!" his voice snapped as his footsteps stopped short, gaining distance between them. oh ya, she knew what he was going to do.
She spun on her heel at the sound of a knife slicing through air. the female assassin caught the knife Altaїr had, assumedly, thrown at her shoulder between her index and middle fingers. She spun it around in her hand, reveling in the utterly shocked stare she was getting from the Master assassin of Al Mualim. The knife made its way back to Altaїr with a flick of her wrist, it embedded itself in the thick part of his shoulder pad, leaving him undamaged.
"Nice try asshole." She called in her manly voice before turning and walking away.
She made her way to the Cafeteria and picked up two apples and some dried meat before making her way to the Stables. There, she met up with her special horse Savar and fed her one of the shinny bright red apples. The female assassin continued to pack her bags, even when the presence of a very pissed off assassin was known to her. They readied up the horses and headed out to kill Nazar.
What a good starter to a long day.
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyyy!
so, this is my first fanfic and I know I probably should have said this in my first chapter, but i'm still learning how to use this stuff, so I apologise in advance for any fuck ups I make.
anyway R&R
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