Her eyes lightly fluttered open as she slowly awoke from a dreamless slumber. The elegant designs of the roof of the bereau was above her and she could feel the soft, fluffy pillows beneath her. The Assassin's eyes darted throughout the room, silently confirming that she was back in the safety of the bereau, under the watchful eye of Rafik Zalek and... Altair! The memories of yesterdays events flooded into her mind, making her jolt up, and causing pain to course throughout her body. She held her breath for a few moments as she pressed one of her hands firmly on her stomach. Once the pain subsided slightly, she silently let the air slip past her lips before filling her deprived lungs with much needed air.
"Easy, you'll end up tearing the stitches Zalek put in. I don't think he'd be too happy." An all too familiar voice said from behind her, a hint of amusement in his voice. She let a snarl grace her lips as she reached back for her hood, only to find it missing. When she looked down, she realized that she wasn't wearing her assassin's robes, but her huntress outfit and that part of it was stained with her own blood. "We needed to remove your robes in order to stitch up your wounds. Fortunately, you were wearing that outfit beneath it so nothing was... revealed." Altair said again, this time with small traces of... shyness in his voice.
The female assassin gripped her stomach as she leaned against the wall, slowly pushing herself upwards until she was standing on her own feet. her legs shook slightly but she kept them steady as she stood tall, refusing to show any sign of pain nor weakness to the cocky man in front of her.
"If you continue to move then you shall hurt-" she cut Altair off with a wave of her hand as he began to approach her.
"there is no need for concern. I am aware of the consequences if I do not move carefully, just because I am a woman, does not make me weak or stupid. Get that through your thick skull and your ball will remain intact." She growled only letting a hint of anger into her voice to make her point.
Altair placed his hands in front of himself in a calming fashion, slowly backing away from her. A small smirk made its way onto her face at his quick retreat, just as she had expected, but quickly dismissed it before his temper and pride could flare up, she really wasn't in the mood to have a screaming match with a cocky bitch.
"now, I shall be heading outside for a little while and I swear to the hells that if you try to stop me or tell me that I must be careful, you shall pay with your blood." The female assassin snapped before walking towards the fountain. her hands gripped anything they could and with a tiny trace of difficult, she hauled herself onto the roof tops. A hard glare was sent at Altair before she began to run along the rooftops, careful not to run to fast or jerk suddenly, as it would tear out the stiches in her leg and gut.
The tallest tower in the city came into view and she picked up her pace slightly, determined to get away from all of the noise around her. As she climbed the tower, her shoulder gave small indications of protests, but she ignored them and continued on, slowly getting farther and farter up the tower.
She stopped at a wide, circular balcony near the top. Why there was a balcony all the way up there when no one besides the assassin's and very few good climbers could actually stand on it, she had no clue. In all honesty, she couldn't care less. It gave her the chance to escape her assassin brothers, nosey and loud civilians and the annoying shouts coming from the marketplace. Up there, everything seemed to dull and become peaceful, just the way she liked it.
The female assassin sat on the balcony's railing, her feet hanging loosely over the edge. She was not afraid of heights, as the job of an assassin required, in fact, she loved them. The feeling of the cool air blowing around her, rustling through her hair made her feel at peace finally, something she had longed for since she first joined the assassin's, since the day her life was torn apart.
Flashbacks of that fateful day flooded her mind as she stared at the sunset, one that look all too close to the one from all those years ago.
The eleven year old version of herself ran as fast as her tiny little legs could take her. She had already killed five of the guards that littered the village, killing anyone who came near them, they were not epic and amazing kills, more like silent ones. As she grew older, her father had taught her the different ways to kill a man, with or without weapons. It was a simple knife to the throat or the chest to silence them. She had quietly slit the guards throats, shoving the guilty feeling to the back of her mind.
For an eleven year old girl, she took her first kills very well. Not once did she break down and throw up like her mind wanted. No, she kept running and killing, letting the image of her mothers bloody and cold form fuel her rage and determination.
"Hey, look! that girl is getting away! get her!" one of the guards had spotted her as she climbed a roof and began running again. She gripped her knife till her knuckles turned white, ready to fight if they could catch her, as he smaller size Gave her a speed advantage. However, their larger legs also gave them an advantage.
A sharp pain coursed through her while she was in mid air, jumping from one roof onto the next. That temporarily distracted her, causing her to miss the landing and hit the ground, hard. A small whimper of pain left her lips as she pushed up her aching body. When she looked down, she saw an arrow lodged in her leg, that was the cause of the pain.
The shouts of the guards came closer so she made a quick decision, the arrow needed to be removed, now. One of her small hands gripped the arrow and in one quick and painful yank, it was out. The young assassin bit her lip to keep from screaming in pain, as it would give away her position. Her shaky arms pushed her back to her feet an she knew that her speed would be significantly effected by her leg.
However, before she could attempt to run again, the Templars rounded the corner, spotting her instantly. There was no way she could run now, not with them being so close, she'd get stabbed in the back in no time. Instead, she chose that if she was going to die, she would die honorably. Just like her father would.
As the Templars approached her, they made the mistake of laughing at the knife in her hands and her petite form. One that she took advantage of.
As they laughed, the young assassin shoved the knife into one's gut, ripping it out quickly before doing the same with another. She then through the knife into ones head, stealing another small knife from one of the guards belt. This went on for only a few minutes until the knife was wrenched from her hands and she was dragged away.
Make no mistake, she fought and struggled in their hold, but they were way too strong for her, even with her few skills. However, she was still confused as to why they had not just killed her yet, that is until what happened next.
The Templar men dragged her out to the field that surrounded her village. Before the attack, the field always had horses and cattle roaming about and the grass was always a beautiful green, one that always amazed her. Now, the animals that used to roam free were either dead or being rounded up and stolen by the Templars while the grass was coated in blood and dirt, making it look like a dead wasteland. She turned her head back and took in the sight of her burning village, the screams of the people she used to love filling the air. What had her home become?
"Commander, is this the girl?" One of the Templars holding her asked. A man dressed in all black clothing with expensive looking silver armor stepped out from inside a large wagon and made his way over to the small group. He was all she could see as he crouched in front of her. She kept her head down to avoid eye contact, knowing that it wouldn't get her anywhere. However, the man gripped her chin, hard, and pulled her face up as he inspected it.
Instead of being scared and crying, the young assassin spit in the man's eye, just like her mother told her to do if a situation like this one ever occurred. "Yes, this is her. Not only does she look like father, but she also has his wild and fiery spirit." The Templar commander said as he released her chin and wiped her fluids from his eye. " isn't that right old man?" Two Templar men came out from the wagon and through a man out and onto his side, a small groan of pain leaving his lips.
"Daddy!" Shiera screamed as she wrenched her arms from the men holding her, who were doing a shit job of paying attention, and ran towards her father.
"Shiera? Shiera! No! Run! Run while you still can! Go!" Her father yelled back as he tried to get to his feet, but two Templars shoved him to his knees. She ignored his words and kept running, bringing up the knife that she had swiped from one of the Templar's belt and prepared to defend her father. However, before she could reach her father, someone grabbed her arm in a bruising grip, dragging her away from her father.
"No! Daddy! Let! Me! Go!" She quickly spun on her heel and slit the Templar's throat but before she could run again, two others grabbed her and tore the knife from her grasp, shoving her to her knees and binding her wrists together. She screamed and thrashed but was only rewarded with a strong punch to the jaw, flinging her head to the side. She could feel the blood in her mouth and running down her chin, a clear indication of the split lip she had.
"No! Stop! Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with any of this! She is an innocent! Take me instead!" Her father yelled at the Templar commander, trying but failing at wrenching his arms from the now four Templars holding him down.
"I think not Assassin, She may be young now, but when she becomes a little older, she will be a beauty. Just like her mother. And while that eye of hers will mar her face terribly, she will still make a great concubine, especially with her fiery spirit. Am I right boys?" The loud hollers of the Templars around her and the screams of her father invaded her brain, permanently etched into her mind. "And make no mistake, you shall die today Assassin, but at least you shall die knowing that your daughter will live on."
The Templar commander unsheathed his sword and began to walk towards her father at a tauntingly slow pace. She screamed and cried and thrashed about, but it wasn't working, he just kept walking. The man placed the sword at the side of her fathers neck as he grabbed a handful of his short-ish hair. The last thing her father did was look the young assassin straight in the eyes and say;
"I promise you Shiera! everything will be alright in the end! Just please! Hold on! Be strong!" and with that, the Templar commander cut her father's head clean off his body as her screams of agony filled the air. Tears pooled from her right eye as her body went limp, all of her struggles coming to an end.
"Get her in the Wagon and get a doctor to tend to her wounds, I cant do these plans if she is dead." The commander said. The Templars holding her began to drag her to the wagon, tossing her in roughly as she continued to cry. The last thing she saw was the beautiful sunset behind them,=. a beautiful sunset that she could only think as Horrific.
Her hands clenched into tight fists as she glared at the sun. Her entire life faded away that day, and that is the reason for who she is now, she doesn't want anyone to feel the pain she felt, both physically and mentally. Was she ever going to recover from that day? No. The image of her father's head hanging in that man's grasp as blood sprayed everywhere was something that she just couldn't erase. not now, not ever.
"What do you want." She growled as she finally noticed the presence of the cocky assassin known as Altair. How long was he there?
"To make sure that you do not do anything stupid." He said simply. An angry sigh left her lips, but she said nothing, for nothing she could say would persway him to leave her the fuck alone, so she was just going to have to deal with it.
Altair walked up beside her, basking in the sight of the sunset from what she could tell, and leaned against the railing, an emotionless mask on his face once again. What truly shocked her was that he wasn't wearing his hood.
"What is your name?" He asked softly, softer than she ever thought he could possibly muster. "And what are you?" He asked again.
Anger flowed through her briefly, as the cocky asshole did not believe what she was.
"My name is Shiera, and I am an Assassin."
This chapter was more based off of shiera's past than anything else and you finally learn her name! woo!
Sorry for taking so long to update guys! and girls!
I've had exams and shit so I haven't had time to write. Anywhore, please review!