"What is going on?!" yelled the Rafik as he burst through the door. Malik was on the floor, rubbing his lip. Altair was just staring cooly at Malik. It was kind of awkward. I was still on the blue pillow that I sat on when I first started eating. I scratched the back of my head. Hmmm. Where should we start?

"Well, ummm, Altair and I-" I began.

"Malik jumped on me while I was eating, causing me to choke." Altair interrupted. Malik gave Altair a weird look. The Rafik gestured to Malik's bleeding lip. Altair shrugged as if to say: he deserved it. The older man just sighed. Malik continued rubbing his lip. Eventually, Altair kicked him lightly and he stopped. The Rafik was in deep thought.

After a few minutes, he told the two assassins-in-training to go to the other room. I was alone in the room with the man. I was still sitting on the pillow as the Rafik paced back and forth.

"You are being taken to Masyaf. If no problems arise, you should get there in a few days. Our master then will question you and decide what to do with you." The two hairy caterpillars that made up his eyebrows furrowed together. I was horrified. Al Mualim turned out to be the bad guy, didn't he? At least in the game, he did.

"Altair will bring you to Masyaf. I would've recommended Malik, but our master ordered otherwise. That is all." I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't gonna die, yet.

I was getting up and brushing off my jeans when the Rafik started talking again. "One more thing: please avoid choking Altair with food. He is of no use when he is nervous." I made a psshh sound when he left.

Nervous? As if. Altair, the master assassin with nerves of steel, who is cold and calculating, kinda of a player and incredibly hardcore being SCARED. But he was kinda jumpy when I first came in this morning. I wished I listened in on his personal conversation before I bugged him. Hmmm.

The door behind me opened, and someone walked in. I ignored him as I continued thinking. I was in a fictional universe, or the past. This was before the game took place, because Malik and Altair were still learning and Malik had both arms. And now. The mysterious and brooding Altair is jumpy like a frightened bunny. My brain was saying: DOES NOT COMPUTE. But then, the most horrible thought came up: what if I can never get home? I was starting to get homesick.

My train of thought crashed when something smacked the back of my head. It wasn't painful, except it startled me. I turned my head around abruptly and faced Altair.

"WHAT?!" I yelled angrily at him.

"They are some supplies for the ride in the satchel," he replied, as he started packing his own bag. I looked at the contents of the bag. There was a water-skin, cloak, flint and tinder, apples and dried meat. It looked like there was a decent amount of stuff in there. I decided not to pack anymore.

Altair had finished packing, and threw his bag over and around his shoulder. He started climbing the fountain, taking care to NOT fall in it. I just stared up at him, staying on the ground. Was he expecting me to climb that? I could barely get down it.

Altair was almost to the top of the roof when he noticed I wasn't climbing. He looked at me exasperatingly.

"Come. I do not want to waste anymore time."

"Well, I am NOT climbing that. I could barely get down the wall. How do you expect me to get up?" I asked, leaning on my left foot. Altair, to my surprise, started to come back down.

"What are you planning on do-"

Altair grabbed me, and slung me onto his shoulder. I started pounding my fists on his VERY TONED back.

"Put me down! Put me down!" Altair just looked back at me and smirked.