Chapter 11 - Time's Knowledge
I woke from Altair lightly shaking me to wake. There was a look on his face of great concern. I heard his muffled voice, as if to tell me something. I heard it, only to give it little consideration. My lip on my left bottom side was bleeding. There was always that problem even in the same area. I explained to Altair that the part of the lip always appeared and reappeared, seeing that it kept on being torn apart.
Altair appeared to be awake for hours or so I had noticed. I kissed his forehead, knowing that I wished to assure him now not to worry. I got up, scratching my head. I glanced over at the books that I had stolen. It was the Assassins that Altair was paying attention as to how it was written. I thought back to what I had at home, seeing there was much to overlook.
"The next-"
"-mission is here, in Damascus. No need for worry. I do tend to get involved, seeing we will be taking on more than one person this time around." I managed to finish his sentence.
Altair wanted to make a compelling argument, but unknown how to word things without being rude. He approached me, placing a hand on my stomach. I can't keep risking you like this, you're better off waiting until things blow over.
I gave a smile. "No need to worry Altair. Besides, this guy isn't that hard. The most annoying one... well... I'll be spoiling it."
"Alyssa... I wanted to touch base with that. I know you know of the events that are to happen, to me and even Ezio when given the time. I need to know what is to happen, I would like to know."
"Do you want to know or need to know? You're throwing two things at me. There's a difference."
"Well, I.." Altair grew silent.
"Give sometime to think about it before jumping to any conclusions."
"What I am worried about, is that I may find out things that are best for me to find out on my own,"
"Well, you know I'll be around if you need to know or be prepared on what you will face."
Altair placed a hand on my head. There was a light sigh and he nodded. He glanced side to side, seeing that there was still too much to understand. Knowing that things weren't supposed to be this way, was like a plot twist in his life. Altair looked outside, watching the morning sun reflect off the clouds. His eyes then focused on me, I was looking a bit paler than usual, but he knew I wouldn't let it drag me down.
"What is it Altair?" I asked, there was a look on his face I couldn't read.
"Just thinking or trying to, seeing my mind is drawing blanks. I keep thinking on how bad things were for you when you first arrived here on my world. You look happier, but something in the back of your eyes are reflecting. A dark past still haunting you."
"Not a typical family, I had it bad when I was younger, but I have learned to fend for myself and take care of myself unless there's trouble. I am also constantly studying, following footsteps on how our government has formed. I take no side, nor am I some sort of Conspiracy Theorist, or whatever you want to call it. I just live without getting into trouble as much I can."
"What if you had to kill someone?"
"That... would have to depend, seeing that in our world would arrest just about anyone under the System these days."
"And if you were hired by the "government"?"
"Well.. I don't know."
Few minutes passed as Altair helped himself to the food that I brought. I gave a sigh, knowing that there was much I wanted to tell him. Life is always complicated no matter where you go I suppose. You know, my parents invited me to go to Venice a while from now.
I heard that place is beautiful. Altair gave a smile, now snaking on plain chips. "Alyssa, look, go home for a while, try and enjoy yourself, things will get r-"
"If I wanted, which I will eventually, I just want to get some things done. Besides, if I would sit at home, I would be playing Metal Gear Solid or Silent Hill. I can't say much other than that."
"More of your games you have?"
"Yeah, and besides, I have been out of action for too long. Which... nevermind, I'll be going off topic."
"So what do you plan on doing until the mission?"
"Relax and read a book, I really need to catch up on that."
Altair settled on the couch, I gave thought to what he was suggesting I would do. "How about this, if I go home, come with me."
He rocked his head a bit, not responding. His mind was focused on something. I rubbed where Ezio would be. I thought on how my mom would react. I felt a pain. clutching my stomach. I sat in the chair, letting my eyes close. I let my own breathing calm me down. I was hoping for more that anything. As I started drifting off, I heard a noise around me that had me twitch.
"Everything all right?" I hear Altair ask.
"Yeah, my mind created an illusion of a loud noise, everything is fine."
"Lay next to me. You've been tired more than often."
As I was standing, my legs weakened and I was caught a moment later. My face twisted at Altair. It wasn't that he helped me. I just wasn't myself. There were movements and feelings I couldn't quite grasp, I was going through so much. I never thought it would be this way. Altair couldn't help me in some ways, but he shifted thoughts as he laid me on the couch, He was soon to join me as I tilted my head.
Altair stroked my hair, having me relax as he had went about his own business. I gave a hiccup as I breathed in a bit. I curled into a ball, letting the noises around me dull. I grasped Altair's left hand, feeling his missing ring finger. I had then turned my body, locking my fingers with his, placing my left arm over his. I wonder if Amir would be happy to know...
As I drifted off, I started to dream. My subconsciousness woke me, or so it seemed. My body shifted and my eyes focused as I opened them. I turned my head to the right, placing a hand on my head. My heart beated, as if to wake from a nightmare. Something seemed off, I sat up quickly, I looked to my left then right. My thought process changed.
"Relax Mahir, you're safe." I heard Altair's voice.
I had squinted, something wasn't right. What was he saying? I looked down at my left hand, no ring finger, a good amount of it was cut off. There was a confusing look. "Altair, what's going on?" I was able to finally say something.
"Don't worry, you were attacked, luckily I showed when I did, or you would have been dead, my friend."
"What of the one I love?" My words slurred, I didn't know what I was saying.
"She's safe, don't worry."
I laid down, tears streaming down my face. I placed my left hand over my eyes, hoping to hide the emotions. Altair approached me, placing a hand on my right shoulder. "Everything will be fine, you should rest."
"We were attacked, I couldn't do anything. Thank the Gods she is safe. I... I feel hopeless knowing I saw everything happening, but unable to control that around me."
"Get rest Mahir." Altair said again, leaving in silence.
I stood up, knowing I wasn't doing something quite right. I heard Mahir's thoughts echo in my head. I felt my heart skip a beat as he focus on me. You again? "Look, Altair isn't here, or at least in the room with me right now. This isn't the first time you have done this, nor being in my head. You should be so lucky that I'm not possessing you. Let me remind you again, that you are in a memory of the past. But you are time traveling. This isn't the first time I have sensed you either."
Wait, you're saying that I can possess you? Then I am not just a voice in your head. I was trying to figure out what exactly what was going on.
"You have done this a few times before Alyssa, we are in the same body, I am still in control, but you, I know when you come back to ask questions as to why you're at in the life time we are living right now. So what is it you want to know?"
There's too much right now. I have traveled back to 1191, the exact year you died.
"Alyssa... I will talk to you when needed. Go back to your own body. Everything will be all right."
So I have had this conversation with you once before then? I asked, growing eager.
"Many times, now go. We can talk later. I will be expecting to hear from you soon."
I woke as if to return from a trip. I realized then that I was having an out of body experience. I was still in complication, seeing that I just went back to possess my past life's body. I looked up at Altair as he was reading the book the Merchant King wrote on the Assassins with one hand. There was a look of concern as he read.
Sitting up, he moved his left arm. "Is something wrong?"
"What is written here is to exact detail, but I can tell it's been written by more than just the Merchant King, there is different hand writings as well. As if many rather pitched in or it has been passed down for a decade, at the least."
"Reminds me of a book that I have at home."
"Why is that?" Altair was questioning.
"Well, it's titled Secret Societies of the Middle Ages. They don't even have it in Borders or even Barns and Noble anymore. I had to order it online. I got two copies though. One for reading, another for taking notes to see if it's accurate."
"Anyone can write anything in it's pages you know, be caref-"
"As Doctor House says, and what people tend to do, is a truth. Everybody lies, but truth begins in lies. Think about that."
"Everybody does lie, to protect their own interests, thieves do that all the time."
"You know, if I got you into actually playing video games, you would find it entertaining."
"Then I will when there is more time, I can't do much, seeing everything isn't what it seems. There's more than what we both have been seeing."
I gave a sigh, kissing Altair's forehead. "Tell me when you are off to see Rafiq, I'm going out for fresh air and to clear my head."
"Whoa, whoa... not so fast." Altair was starting.
"Don't worry, I won't get into trouble. I just need to wander for a while."
Altair was quick to grab me before I tempted to leave. he slipped something into my jeans. I knew that it was a weapon. I didn't question or give a look, I knew he was thinking I would get myself more than bargained for, I smiled. I placed my hand on the door looking at him before leaving. I rolled my eyes, pushing on through to the city.
I looked around, blending with my crowds as per the usual. I had sat near a fountain, clearing my head, knowing much was going on, but it was hard to grasp at the concepts. I let myself play in the water a bit as I observed the crowds. I heard the speakers talking of the usual. How the war was bringing nothing but grief. I closed my eyes, knowing we were back in the Crusades again. That there was no side to the war anymore.
You think too much... I heard a familiar voice say. Sorry about earlier, Alyssa, look I know there's a lot to go over, but I too am a part of you, forever will be.
I looked up to the sky, watching as a hawk gave a cry. There is a reason why I call you Amir, but that's not my concern. It's been a while since you have been talking to me. Is it really that bad when I go into one of your memories by accident?
Dearest, trust me when I say there is not a whole lot I understand how I even talk to you, knowing I am your past life, but you are a part of me, as I a part of you. Many would think you would be insane if they heard you could even talk to your past life.
You can say that again. I stood from the fountain as I glanced up at the flags. I know that this will strange, but Altair can hear my thoughts, he can more than likely hear you 'talking' to me as...
Don't worry, I blocked him out for the time, it's just us. Don't ask how I do it, I know I can.
Wait, so you know that Altair can...?
I don't know how you are connected to him, that is what is an anomaly to me. I do, however wonder how you got sent back here. Maybe it does have something to deal with the events. Your game and now that Altair is involved...
I started to run, not knowing where to head at first, a thought of heading to Solomon's Temple. I was quick to slip past the guards by using the skills Altair taught me and I hopped on a white horse that was near. With a yell I galloped without hesitation. I breathed in the air as it brushed me. I was yet given another memory I wasn't expecting.
I saw a flash of light as I saw my hand and arms covered in bracers and gloves. I felt as though a beam of light, chasing after my past. I was now understanding if not a bit more on what direction this was heading. I am not taking you to Solomon's Temple... I heard Mahir's voice blend with my thoughts and his accent soothed the transition.
With a deep breath, I communicated. Where are you leading me?
Somewhere I once called a sanctuary.
Time was passed as I arrived, brushing past guards and was what I felt like to be pushed. I arrived at the stairs of a church deep within the city. The church was small, but it gave a strange aura. Mahir had been here, but in a church was having me try and understand. I looked as he was playing a memory, as if through a video tape. I saw the ghost of Mahir laying on the third step up on the church.
I gave focus, seeing that Mahir had blood soaked clothes. There was another man, that if old age that hastily came to Mahir's aid. I kept walking up the stairs, carefully opening the doors of the church. I heard the doors creek as I saw what appeared to be a jump in the memory. I saw Mahir sitting in a stone bench, sword out, preying what I saw in my views as I glanced- the holy cross. I sat down next to Mahir's ghost, hearing the silence all around me.
"May I help you child?" I was snapped from the memory, seeing a man in King Richard's symbol stand before me,
"Forgive me, Father." I said with respect. "There are very few who wouldn't understand my story."
"Then perhaps you should begin explaining why you are in this church alone."
"I do not know if you would believe."
"Then at least you should try."
I gave thought. Mahir's voice, covered, cooled and relaxed. Let me speak to him, but through you. If he hears my voice, perhaps I can convince him. "Well... if you believe in past lives, or more importantly... a name you haven't... heard in years..." I spoke as Mahir placed words into my mouth.
"Speak then."
By now I felt Mahir's voice overpower mine as his accent blended. "There was once a man who once declared I did God's work and that even this church was a safe place, even if secrets were kept from the Templars. The man that aided me, had quite the open mind."
The priest was given the news with quite the surprise. "Mahir, dear god. Miss, what is your name?"
"Alyssa. The reincarnation of the assassin you once helped. The reason why he can talk through me is that he can possess me if I let him."
"Child, come with me to the back room, there are two more who would want to hear your story."
The explanation was a hard one, Mahir and I both spoke and the priests couldn't believe how it was all pieced together. I was getting flashes of Mahir's memories as they spoke among themselves. They sat me down, offering me hospitality, seeing this would take a while.
"This is quite amazing, you being the reincarnation of, even traveling through time. If the High Priest knew.. bless his soul."
I cried a bit, feeling Mahir's thoughts. "He didn't deserve what happened. It was all my fault, I'm sorry." His voice was begging for forgiveness. "I couldn't stop the man, but my Brother did."
"Altair, right? Yes, I believe he has. That man is wanted for many deaths as of recent."
"Alyssa is something as well, she has an open mind, so long I have waited to have such the opportunity to reach back here."
"I am sorry for what has happened Mahir, but perhaps you can let the girl speak for you. You should let her rest for a while too."
"It's tiring as is, knowing Mahir's around. That and..." I gave a sigh, rubbing my stomach.
"Follow me then, I can show you to a room you can rest for a while before explaining."
Go away for a while, Altair is probably worried about me, knowing I ran away on a stolen horse now and that you're making me exhausted. I had wanted peace for once.
I prefer to stay, this way I can let you sleep before Altair 'cares' for you.
You have NO idea, do you Mahir. It's...
Don't worry, I don't think he will be worried.
As I was settled into a small room, I gave a deep breath. Too much was happening. I wanted it all to end. I collapsed on the bed, I didn't even give myself time to look around. I felt as though I was sent into another memory. I noticed it was raining,I felt the chill of the water. It was Evening, I stood as my past life, sword drawn and in front of the church.
"We should have known better than an assassin such as you got involved and yet, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
"You have taken everything from me, now you have killed an innocent priest that hasn't done a thing. I can't let you continue."
"You certainly changed since the last time you were supposed to die."
As I focused to that what was around me more, I heard Mahir's thoughts, it was the same man who had killed his family in Gaza. Like a fox and a hound. The Templar who was now having a showdown with Mahir. There was an upset feeling with Mahir, this wasn't about the family, but on the priest.
Looking down, I saw the priest, perhaps half dead, trying everything to fight and stay alive. My god... He had been stabbed a few times, the Templar didn't care who associated with Mahir, he wanted to see pain and suffering. This isn't right...
Mahir ran after the Templar, enraged. There was a flash of light as Mahir now carried the priest inside the church. he carefully placed him on the bench. The priest was breathing, but by then he wasn't struggling anymore. Mahir knelt down, placing a hand over the wound while observing.
"You... have done well, Mahir. I thank you, but there is something I need to tell you. A secret they have been hunting me down for years now..."
"Don't talk right now, I will see what I can do about the wo-"
"Don't bother, it's my time. I will accept this death as a sacrifice. There is... something I must..."
"Tell me."
"In my office, there are papers I have kept from those who would change their views. The reason to why I am open minded. Pleas.."
As the priest drew his last breath. Mahir tilted his head down, watching as the priest's hands let go of the tension. Mahir closed his eyes, respecting for the moment of passing. A deep sigh of sadness, grief, there was a hard swallow. Mahir closed the priest's eyes as focused on his lifeless body. Following instructions, I watched as Mahir knew where he was heading.
Alyssa, I know you're here. Listen to me. I will leave something for you. Don't tell anyone about it.
As my eyes awoke me from the lucid memory's dream. I sat up, seeing the sun was starting to set. That I lost track of time was one thing, but I needed to get things done. I opened the door slowly, now listening to what Mahir was leading me to. I saw no one was around and that it was quiet more than I was used to back home.
I made my way through the halls as Mahir told me. I was confused, but it was a small area. I checked the door that the room Mahir entered before I had woke. I gently opened the door, listening to that around me. I saw that no one was around. I coughed, the room had only so much. No one had appeared to be in the room for about a year.
The desk, there is something there for you. I need you to read it. Mahir requested. This place is also where I found leads to the Piece of Eden.
My eyes grew as I saw an envelope with my name. I had stuffed it away in my clothes as Mahir continued talking. There was a book, as requested, that I would grab and be quick about it before being caught. I was anxious to leave the room, knowing I wasn't welcome. As I left, I dropped the book, now seeing someone in front of me.
Altair had started to wonder about Alyssa. It wasn't like her to be late on being somewhere for a bit. He placed down the book he was reading, deciding to head down to see Rafiq. Altair climbed onto the roofs, making his way to the Bureau. Rafiq was happy to see him as usual, he was working as per the usual work that was being done.
"Hello Rafiq, how are you? Listen have you seen Alyssa?"
"Did she wonder off again? I haven't seen her, I'm sorry,"
"Thank you, I will see you soon my fri-"
"Altair before you leave..."
Altair gave a nod and raised an eyebrow. "Yes Rafiq, what is it?"
"I am guessing everything is all right between you and her?"
Altair gave a smirk. "Alyssa's a gem as you said. She's really something."
"Good to know you found someone."
Altair had listened to Rafiq's words, going about his own business now. As he was thinking to where to start. Alyssa... you are like a monkey, I can't keep looking for you like this...
"Losing Alyssa is a habit for you... isn't it?"
Altair was broken from thoughts. "Rafiq. There's so many things that I would like to have answers for, but I have a feeling if I start..."
"I keep to myself, but as for many things, she has spoken to me about..."
Altair wasn't paying attention by that much. "The future she's from, what I have seen-"
"Yes I know, tell me later, go find her."
As Altair left the Bureau, he saw that the sun was starting to set, the day had passed quicker than it could have. His head glanced up at the sky. There was a thought of Alyssa that entered. Altair knew that it was a routine, but he couldn't remember exactly. The look she had before leaving. Alyssa, where are you?
Altair, don't worry on the girl.
Altair flinched, something wasn't in his right mind. You again? What do you want?
She blinds you, she will betray you.
Altair blocked out the voice, knowing if he allowed it to continue, he would break. He jumped off the building, heading back on to Dabir's place. Altair was then feeling as though something was missing. Alyssa wasn't back being the main. He couldn't shake off the feeling. Altair sighed, going through the food that was brought back.
Looking through, he saw his candy bar that he requested before. Altair unwrapped his candy, munching on one of the pieces. Letting the chocolate savor for the thoughts. He looked behind him, stopping for just a moment. Most, if not all of Alyssa's equipment was left behind. It changed the situation, now being worried.
Altair headed out the door hastily. He finished what was left of the chocolate, heading through the gates, hopping on to the nearest horse he could find. Altair yelled at the horse with command. He let the sound of the horse's hooves emerse with the silence. He pulled back as the horse reared. It was the feeling of being lost, not knowing where to head that disturbed his thoughts.
The horizon gave a surreal scene, Altair knew that the day was drawing to a close. It would be a long day if not the closing of the night before finding her. There was a change of air around him, a cry of a hawk made him look to the skies. Oh lead me great cries of freedom, for I am trapped in earnest. Spread your wings and lead me to apathy.
The bird landed close to him, on a boulder. There was a stare at both of them. A moment passed as the bird took off once more, Altair observed closely as it flew towards Jerusalem. Following after, he arrived within a second after, feeling time move around. Altair quickly made it past, jumping over the beams and landing on the ground.
Altair examined those around him before looking to the skies again. He saw a hawk circling overhead. Instinct was to follow, he climbed the rooftops, seeing as the hawk landed on the cross of a church within the city limits. Altair jumped to the buildings, reaching to the cross as the hawk stayed for only a moment more, then leaving.
Dropping down to the entrance of the church, Altair noticed it without hesitation. He trended carefully inside, seeing not many around. His memories scratched the surface of what happened a year back. He sat down near the statue that Mahir always stared upon. Altair felt shivers down his spine and remorse in the back of his head. His body temperature dropped as he drew his sword.
Sticking the sword in the ground and praying upon its handle, Altair closed his eyes. Forgive me, that is all I am asking for, please.
Silence was all that could be heard. Altair lifted his head. He felt himself go through a transition. The ghost of Mahir now sat next to him. You're pretty smart following the trail to find Alyssa you know...
Altair focused on the ghost. Why did you bring her here, Mahir?
My past is unsettled, she is my last hope. I can't stand around and-
Mahir, you are making her do things, decisions that she believes that are her own.
I have been a part of this since the beginning. Why she can talk to you, how she got here...
Alyssa has her life Mahir, why do this?
You will know soon, Altair.
Mahir...
Silence. Altair saw that he was once again alone. There were footsteps and the sound of a door closing. He turned his head. Alyssa represented herself with that of a book in her right hand. She didn't seem quite herself as she had dropped the book if not a second in motion. Altair quickly stood, running after to assist.
Alyssa pushed him away as her eyes started to change colors. Altair looked at her eyes, seeing they turned from a dark blue to a dark brown. He had picked up the book that was dropped. It was on the Piece of Eden the High Priest wrote and observed about. His right hand rubbed the fabric of the book's cover, it was seeming all too familiar.
Altair followed Alyssa outside as she sat upon the steps of the church. He sat down next to her not knowing how or what to say regarding her actions. This is where it all began. She spoke. I... I feel like I am following that of the past. I have been seeing Amir's life, seeing people and events that I can't entirely explain.
Alyssa started crying. "Altair, over half of my actions here have been my past life's wishes. Only of my actions IF they were VERY little, my own. Everything else were his actions, his thoughts."
"Alyssa, many things have happened, all we need now is-"
"I don't want this..."
"No one wants what life brings them many times over the few."
"The High Priest died where he found me. Mahir I mean. He thought I was doing God's work. I was the one, the last one, who listened to where he was tracking the truth, only to have his own kind go against him. This church was and perhaps still is a sanctuary. He was hunted down because... because he found leads to the Piece of Eden. The events that would lead to..."
Altair knew what she was to say next. He gave a nod. "It even got Al Mualim interested. I took the information after Mahir gave to me, giving it to him. What was surprising was that he was expecting what was given."
"What Mahir did in the Temple where he was killed setting off a trap, was...
"What?"
"The first lead from the priest to find the Piece of Eden was a bit to late on Mahir's part. The Templars were there, that's what lead to his death. They set the trap."
"Calm down. How about you explain everything later, let's just get back to Damascus."
As Alyssa stood, her hands were shaking. Altair grasped them. She started breathing as if though she was cold. Alyssa approached him, embracing for warmth. He stroked her hair, having the breeze that passed by calm the situation. She sighed, facing his chest. Altair looked up at the cross, seeing the shadow of it cast down upon them.
"So me being here... isn't about you." Alyssa mentions.
"Then the connection with you-"
"Is Mahir's fault."
"And you falling in love...?"
"That one, was all me. I know that I can't be with you though."
"Maybe we can change that. We can travel-"
"It's...it's not natural. Come on, let's get going, I need to come back here as is. Those here want me back."
"You two, wait." There was a voice that made their heads turn.
It was the one of the priests that Alyssa spoke to earlier. She seemed to recognize him. Altair let go of her, having her speak with the priest. He scratched his head, watching as they spoke. There was a slight nod from the priest as he gave a signal for Altair to approach.
"Father, this is who was with-"
"Enough Child, I know who you are, Altair. You were with Mahir. I have seen you many times even before you disappeared."
"I have been busy."
"So I know, I heard what happened to Majd Addin. I didn't expect that it was more or less you. You have quite the talent."
Altair was watching as Alyssa's face twisted, as if it grow impatient. "Look..." He placed his hand on Alyssa's shoulder. "I am sorry to say, but we have to leave." Altair changed the subject. "We will be back later though."
As they left Alyssa marched on through the city with silence. Just one thing after another, I can't NO...
"Take a Leap of Faith, Alyssa. Everything will be fine."
"No it won't." Alyssa was on the verge of yelling.
Her pace had hastily increased. Alyssa had then began running on through. Altair grabbed her, pushing them both in an alley. Alyssa was slammed upon the wall. Alyssa, relax. Running doesn't solve anything. I'm your 'Mr. Reminder' I suppose.
"Relax." Altair said aloud.
With a deep breath, there was a nod from Alyssa. She didn't say anything else. Alyssa took his left hand as they continued to walk out the city. The ride on back to Damascus was quiet. Many thoughts crossed Alyssa as she was feeling uneasy. As with the instinct, her horse reared. Alyssa had landed on her back, allowing the horse's actions.
Altair hopped off his horse as it started to move backwards. It was quite the unusual behavior. Altair made sure to observe Alyssa as he approached her. She sat up while looking around. He could tell she was a bit disoriented.
"Why did the horse rear like that?" Alyssa asked from collecting her thoughts.
Altair helped her up slowly. "Don't worry about that. Come on, let's keep heading back."
As he had her climb onto his horse. Altair was soon to follow, squeezing his legs on the horse. The horse had obeyed as they galloped off to Damascus. Alyssa fell asleep against his back, letting that around her evaporate into the background. She grasped around him, drifting into another memory.
Altair was careful to have Alyssa slide down as he placed her on his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck and having to grab her legs, he made his way into the city carefully and heading down to Dabir's home. He placed her in the bed, covering her with blankets. Altair made his way on through to the kitchen, going on through food she had brought.
Grabbing a bag of chips, he had continued reading the books, letting the silence calm him. Altair, you need to do all you can to protect her. Altair noticed it was Mahir's voice. I never meant to send her here, but it was necessary.
Necessary? Why would you-
Altair, I will explain later. Right now I am trying to do all I can.
I need to think, besides, you aren't the only one that can communicate with me right now. Be careful.
Very well Altair, I will speak to you later.
As time drifted, the sun rose and Altair headed to see Rafiq. He dropped down from the roof after reviewing the small breakfast he had with Alyssa. Rafiq was about his books as Altair was welcomed from the briefing.
"It's the hero of Damas. Come in, stay awhile. Tell me all about your adventures."
"I am afraid I don't have the time." Altair spoke bluntly.
"I see. Too important for me now."
"It's not that-"
"No, no. Of course not. How may I serve you then?"
"Al Mualim has asked I take the life of the one they call Jubair."
"Ahh, Salah al-Din's Chief Scholar. Strange choice of target in my opinion. But who are we to question the Master's will? I am sure he has his reasons."
"Then you are familiar with the man."
"He's been quite busy these past few days, organizing the scholars and sending them into the streets to preach."
"What do they speak of?"
"Light and Fire, Cleansing Sins... Apocalyptic Non Sense if you ask me. All this talk of paths and a new world."
"What about this 'New World'?
"Couldn't say. I don't pay attention to ramblings of mad men. Much too busy with real work."
"Very well, I'll walk among the people. See what I can learn. Where would you suggest I search?"
"South of here you will find an academy and guard tower. They're both good places to search. There is also a hospital to the east you might want to visit."
"I'll begin at once."
"So eager. You've certainly changed, and for the better I might add." Rafiq pulled away from his work. "Altair, before you go-"
"Yes, Rafiq?"
"The girl, assuming by your attitude you found her. Is everything all right?"
Altair gave a nod. "She's fine and everything... everything... is complicated."
"Don't worry, let it take time."
Altair took his leave, knowing that there was nothing more to say at the time. Upon arriving back home, he saw Alyssa sitting in a chair, relaxing. There was a small smile on her face. So you're going after Jubair. I want to tag on this one. There's going to be a lack in time if I don't go along.
Alyssa, just give me information-
You know even if you say what you are, let me remind YOU that I will wander if tempted enough.
"Do you honestly forget that you are carrying my bloodline?" Altair broke from telepathy,
Alyssa didn't say anything back. There was only a nod. Walking over to her equipment. Shuffling through a few things. She handed him a paper. "This was found when you were taking care of William. I hope that it will help. They have been planning on burning books, but of course as you know if you look in the right areas you can find what is necessary."
There was silence as Altair overlooked the map. At least there was something to go by and that's all that was needed. He reached his left arm, giving a hug to her. There was more than exhaust and all she wanted was time to think things over. He knew that. She buried her head in his chest.
I never thought I would make it this far also knowing that I was to get deeper than I intended, but I know this is all for a good cause.
"I'll check around. You stay here all right? Maybe we should team up for this one."
I stayed as Altair requested, reading on the Assassin information I received from the Merchant King. There wasn't enough I knew already and it was bothering me, thinking it was more than what could have been handled. Knowing such events to take place and with the Creed falling apart, doubt was surely in my mind.
Bad things always happened to the good guys, upon contrary belief I knew. I was worried about the Order, knowing the Templars were over powering I couldn't accept the fact that those doing the right thing were slowly getting killed. There must always be ways to put an end to the madness within many.
I stacked the books, not wanting to think of Assassins dying for all the wrong reasons. Those who knew where I am coming from, knew that even of they were not blood to the Assassins and have played the game have started to form a Creed. I was one like that as well. I started researching more on the facts and history that took on in both the game and in writings.
There was some information, however, that I never needed to look up. It was upon a great amount of natural knowledge and there are only so many that have reactions to certain historical games such as Assassin's Creed. Even if that I had such interest in the Middle Ages. To the best that I knew, not much is said about it anymore which is a sad thought. Yet the most interesting and mysterious eras. That would also include having many games be based around that,.
Fantasized, that is all the Middle Ages were now. I know finding a good source of information always lead to dead ends. I gave a slight sigh to that. I picked up my sword, tightening my grip on the handle. It was a major disappointment also thinking that people also called the Middle Ages an abomination and question as to why study such an age.
Many of my friends, I would only find two interested in the Middle Ages. I try to keep it alive, I never knew why, but I could only guess as to why. I believed it to be a turn point to civilization itself. It was also in my blood that not many would believe, but few would only agree, I felt angered, swinging my sword.
My hand was caught and I was disarmed. I turned my head to see it was Altair. He made sure my sword dropped as the grip around my arm was loosened. My chest ached and I snuggled to get the thoughts I was having in my head out. Altair placed a hand on my head, seeing the troubled eyes I was having. There was thoughts of hatred that I know he was sensing.
Are you hating yourself for what you're doing? Do you mind telling me what's going through your mind? Altair was requesting after some time.
"Altair all my life I have seen the down fall of many good things, but knowing that this just isn't right, I want to get the hell out of where I am. I know peace can not be a natural state and that we have to fight for it, but I also know that there are those who would use their power for greed and control." I was explaining. "There are those who often tempt to do the right thing, but are often branded as criminals. It's saddening."
Altair held me, not knowing how to word his thoughts. There was a question that was bothering him. Altair brought her eyes into view. When all of this is over... when the events that you have been thrown into... will you have to leave? I mean... well... it's hard to think that...
Altair, it's ok, you know that I will still wait or even try and keep my hopes up. We got separated before and are back together, so why worry?
Because the thought of this being staged... Altair didn't complete the thought, only to shake his head.
"Then let's make the time we have together the best of it ok?" I encouraged. "You still have a job..." I started laughing at the irony. "You still have a job to do."
"What's so funny about that?" Altair's eyes raised in question.
"Look into a game I have grown fond of, which ironically the creator loves Assassin's Creed and even gave his main character the Creed outfit. The character in which some rather know the guy or Theme of Tara; in which case you know neither. Solid Snake has been a great inspiration through out my life, but anyway, the statement is something he has always said in his older games. It's true in your case though. You still have a job to do."
"Solid Snake...? Hmm... you know... that name sounds familiar."
"It's not his real name though. Look maybe we should finish up this mission huh?"
Altair gave a nod in agreement. "We'll talk about this later." There was a sudden change of subject. "If you are to tag along on this target..." He searched through, bringing into view something familiar. It was my bracer. "Use this, but it will need to be fixed. But..."
Altair placed the broken, rusted bracer on the chair, wondering off. I picked up the bracer, examining it. I sat there if only for a moment. It only was mere seconds as Altair joined me, handing me a robe that looked only so familiar.
"... How... no..." I couldn't find the words.
"The bracer I found recently, I have been back and forth from where we first met. I still had them. I thought-"
I reached up to kiss him, he accepted, seeing that the conversation ran dry. "Look, I will see if I can visit who fixed this before..." I felt a flood of memories as I also reached for the robe. "The... one who built the bracer. His name was..." I paused, thinking. "His name was Gellen. He was a great help. Maybe if I see him again, I can fix the bracer."
"All right, but do you remember where it was?"
The questioned stumped me. I shook my head. "No, sorry."
"Then let me do the work. I will be back."
I watched as Altair left, going to find the blacksmith responsible. The memories of what happened were now all coming back to me. I buried my head in the books that were stolen once more. The silence I was immersed in wasn't the greatest. A shiver shot down my spine as I blinked, trying to focus.
He does everything for you and to keep you safe, but for how long? I heard a voice in my head ask.
I flinched as a knocked on the front door was heard. Cautious, I grabbed my sword, inching towards the shadows, avoiding to be seen. My hand turned the knob as I pulled the door open. Preparing to attack, I was stopped, pushed in before the visitor I had now allowed himself to enter. He gave a second, staring at the door he was leaning against.
I gave notice it was a Creed member and capable. I kept myself at a stance, seeing as his head turned, dropping the hood that shrouded him. "For too long have I heard Al Mualim's want to have you dead. He gave a warning through Faysal, but sending me..."
My throat was paralyzed and I was hardly able to speak. "Ed... Edward. My god you have changed."
"I am part of the Creed and you should hear the rumors flying around." Edward laughed, but the laugh gave that of a grim tone. "They know you're back mainly because Altair isn't staying in Masyaf. That and the way he hasn't spoken to anyone, there are search parties to try and track him and kill you on sight. Knowing you like I have, I had to make sure myself... so I headed here first. Seeing this is more of a home for you now and not that one man."
"Dabir, his name was Dabir." I corrected him. "So what are you to do now that you've found me?"
"Relax, I can do my best to mislead them, but it won't be long before they track you."
I let my grip loosen and I got out of my stance, watching, seeing that Edward wasn't doing anything on pulling out weapons. His glance around the area that I have been cleaning made him wonder, but instead shrug. Edward made himself at home, knowing it would be sometime before heading out, or at the least he gave indication.
"Altair is doing a job and I'm going with him." I stated.
"Bad idea, you're best being kept hidden. Let me talk with him, I will go with him."
"So now you're telling me what to do?"
"Alyssa... listen they will catch you. You are lucky enough to prolong the events than hasten."
Edward had a point and what he was saying was getting to me. I walked over to a cabinet that was off to my right, getting some food out. I handed Edward the bag of chips that were open. "Food from my world, you can help yourself since you know where I come from."
He had taken the bag, opening and munching on what was left. "Alyssa, I need to figure things out..." His thoughts gave word. "I notice you are more attached to Altair than before and you seem to take offend when I told you to stay here."
"Altair and I have gotten close, but that shouldn't be of any of your concern. I just want to make sure that events fall through."
"If that is your only reason, than so be it, but-" He pointed at the books. "-where did you get those?"
Altair snooping wasn't giving him a good feeling. There was a feeling as if though he was being watched. He asked around, only getting a few leads as to where the blacksmith Alyssa interacted with a while ago. It wasn't too long as his feet took him to a semi isolated area where many knew of Gellen. Altair scoped around, making sure it was secure and walked in.
"Anyone here?" Altair heard his voice echo.
A shadow emerged, it was the man that everyone was talking of. "Yes, may I help you?" He questioned as if impatient.
There was nothing said for the time, only taking the bracer that was made, placing it on a nearby table. Altair sighed. "Look I know this is strange how I walk in instead of her. She's fine, but believe me, she's fine."
"This is the only kind I made a while back. So you... anyway, look I can, but it won't cost anything, since she overpaid and saved me from going out of business."
"You're name is Gellen, correct?" Altair asked as the bracer was being examined.
"Indeed. Tell me, how is the girl?"
"Can you fix the bracer or not?" Altair was being a bit snippy.
"Ok, straight to the point. That's fine."
Altair had observed, watching as he checked his own weapons. Making sure to shape up before heading on out. He only kept silence, seeing how Gellen was murmuring to himself as to why the bracer got into the condition the way it did. Altair had felt eyes upon him, his eyes caught glimpse of someone familiar. It was one of the Creed members.
He hid himself, watching as the Assassin looked around, as if looking for something. Altair was feeling most unsettling. Why as to avoiding the member of the Creed was having him question. He knew in the back of his mind it wasn't right. A short time passed as the Assassin left to continue searching.
Alyssa... why? Altair was now hearing Alyssa's thoughts in the back of his head.
I can't explain, but I don't want to have you caught in the middle. I need to talk to you when you come back.
All right. I will be back soon.
"Excuse me, I know you associate with her... with Alyssa." Gellen was interrupting.
"Yes, but look, I have no time-"
"Allow me to reenforce and sharpen your weapons."
Altair took the offer, allowing his sword, back blade and throwing knives be fixed. Tension filled as the feeling of awareness reached its peak. Gellen had sensed the urgency. He was quick to work and hand back Altair his weapons. Gellen had then placed a last overlook on the bracer, tossing it back to him.
"Give Alyssa my regards. Oh and..." Gellen trailed off, going through a weapon rack of his. He then walked back, giving Altair what appeared to be a custom crafted short blade. The curve was a bit delayed, shaping the blade and the handle was compacted; as if to be hidden. "I made this, in hopes to see her, can you give this to her?"
"Of course." Altair spoke, taking the blade, tucking it in his robes.
"When things calm down, come see me again will you? Tell that to Alyssa as well."
Altair took his leave, not wanting to focus on that as he had returned back to Alyssa only to see yet another face. Edward stood, Alyssa was able to give a smile, as if to say everything was ok. Altair took what was given, placing it next to Alyssa's equipment. He continued watching Edward, not knowing what to decide.
"Al Mualim knows even if he hasn't told you." Edward says. "He plans on using you and killing Alyssa on sight. So I will take her place on this assassination to help you out."
"You're fine with that?" Altair asked.
Alyssa nodded. "Yeah, besides I know that endangering myself further by wandering the city will only expose my position."
"Look Edward, how do I know you aren't on Al Mualim's side?" Altair was wanting an answer.
"Because if I was, Alyssa would be-"
"NO.. an honest answer."
Edward breathed deep. "All right, all right. It's because of going through what happened not too long ago disturbed me. I also can't stand thinking I would turn against a man who changed my views."
"Prove that you won't backstab, then maybe I will trust you. In the mean time we will need to gather information for our next target. Alyssa-" Altair looked back at her, she was scratching her head.
"Don't worry on me, I can always find a way to preoccupy myself. You do your job ok?"
Altair reached, hugging her. "You stay safe, I will be back in a while."
"If things get rough, we have a way of telling each other what's going on. I will get somewhere safe and for the time I will prepare myself."
Altair gathered his things, having Edward walk in front of him. He had looked back at Alyssa once more, She gave a small smile, as if to tell Altair quietly that everything would be fine. He had only gave thought as Edward was walking beside him once more.
"You are thrown into grave concern for her, Altair. Something was taken a step further."
"I suggest you kept those thoughts to yourself."
Altair was stopped in his tracks. Edward gave a laugh. "You made it quite obvious! You are in love with her."
"Keep that to yourself, come on, we can't delay."
Edward pushed Altair back in his place. "Both of you aren't any better. You are defensive by one another, You verbally spoke it, seeing that you stood in front of her, not knowing what to think of me. So let me guess... she is carrying your child."
"It was a mistake, I never meant to do what I have to her."
"You fooled around, you got what you asked for! You can't avoid that and judging how you are with her, you don't mind the thought."
"Nonsense, I feel a bit of regret. I knew I shouldn't have done it and I know well that she has the same thoughts, We both are questioning you know..."
"Give it some time then, talk to her when we get back, but as you said, let's complete the job."
Altair gave himself space as they both went according to their own plans. Edward was only told so much, seeing that even Altair was to give. He smelt the air, there was something wrong, looking off to his left, he saw what appeared to be an illusion at the time. Smoke filled the clear air, he changed his mind set, climbing to the roof, seeing a normal entrance would cause too much.
Altair crouched, now seeing what appeared to be men in robes, much of what was going on with the talk around the city itself. Altair caught up with Edward, seeing that there was only more to see. There was only a small reaction. Why are they burning books at the Madrasah Al-Kallasah? He was soon pulled back before exposing himself further.
"What are you doing?" Altair's voice hissed. "They're burning writings!"
"Altair, this is where I found out your target is meeting others. You should check in with Rafiq before continuing without any permission. Trust me on this. I will stand guard, now go."
Altair was pushed away, he knew Edward was right to a point. It wasn't like the fire was catching anyone else's attention. He had made haste for Rafiq, climbing the rooftops and making his way on through the ceiling, anxious to get word and to meet the target, Jubair.
Scholars, dressed in the same robes he had seen before. Many were being pushed, questioned. It made him think as to what Alyssa took, the books. Why would this be happening now, it was lingering in the back of Altair's own head. Did she know this would happen as well? But when was this all planned. What they were really burning is what was in the back of his head.
Rafiq pulled from his job, seeing the look on Altair's face, he was willing to share his knowledge. "What news, Altair?"
"I've learned much about my enemy." Altair begins with his statement.
"Share what you know then." Rafiq allowed, not wishing to interrupt.
"Jubair has become obsessed with purging the city of its knowledge."
"A most terrible crime. Now we see why Al Mualim wants you to remove him."
"He's using the city's scholars to assist him." Altair was sounding aggravated. "They go out into the streets, harassing the people and collecting all their written works. I fear he intends to destroy them all."
Rafiq began pacing to Altair's worry. "He must be stopped." He agreed without another thought.
"That's why I'm here. He's to hold a meeting soon, at the Madrasah Al-Kallasah." Altair was remembering, or trying to pinpoint where the fire was. "It's where I'll go. It's where I'll take his life."
There was a stare from Rafiq as he placed the feather on the counter, giving him leave. "I will leave you alone to prepare. Bring glory to the Brotherhood." Altair sighed, knowing that he was already in mindset to do so, to get this over with as soon as it started. "Altair, before you do though. She was here. There wasn't much said, but she knew what she was doing."
Altair gave his full attention. "I can not stop her, I only told her to stay at the place we are at now. I have more important things on my mind."
"She knew that too, here, she said to read it when you're ready." Rafiq given him a letter, it appeared to be in his possession for longer than one day.
Altair took it, tucking it in his robes. He moved his stiff neck, cracking his knuckles. It made him eager he was working once more, knowing that it was his job and he also didn't want to keep Edward waiting. Altair took little thought into making his way back to where the smoke was now at the building.
"Edward, what news?" Altair was asking.
Edward pointed towards the group of scholars that were now growing. Altair gave a gentle shove for Edward to get out of the way as Altair calmed to listen to more around him. The fires now burning bright, many books now being "erased" from history.
"Every single text in this city must be destroyed!" A voice roared, echoing in the hallow room.
There were two scholars that emerged. One ahead of the other. Altair knew that the one being addressed to was Jubair without a doubt.
"My friend, you must not do this. Much knowledge rests within these parchments. Put there by our ancestors for good reason!" The subordinate was still trying his best to make a valid point.
"And what reason is this?" Jubair questions.
"They are beacons, meant to guide us. To save us from the darkness that is ignorance."
"No, these bits of paper are covered in lies. They poison your minds and so long as they exist. You can not hope to see the world the way it truly is!"
"How can you accuse these scrolls of being weapons? They are tools of learning." This time this subordinate was in his face.
"You turn to them for answers and salvation. You rely more upon them than yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words, drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think who put them there, or why?" There was a saddened look in response. "No you simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous."
"You are wrong. These text give gift of knowledge. We NEED them!" This time the subordinate's voice was raising.
"You love your precious writings? You'd do anything for them?" Jubair had a plan in mind.
"Yes! Yes of course!" The subordinate edged on.
"Then join them!" He spoke violently, pushing his subordinate into the burning pile. "Any man who seeks as he is just as much a threat. Do any else among you wish to challenge me?" Silence was passed. "Good, your orders are simple enough. Go out into the city, collect any of remaining writings and add them to the piles in the streets. When you're done, we'll send a cart to collect them; that they may be destroyed."
The others that were standing around had soon left, afraid of Jubair's so called "Leadership". The place quieted down so enough as there was something that moved out of Altair's eyes. It was Alyssa. She had ran over to the man that was still burning, dragging him off the pile and trying to put the fire out by a rug she quickly grabbed.
And I thought you weren't to be involved in this. Altair sent his thoughts. There was a slight smile from Alyssa when she could respond. You sent me a letter through Rafiq and said to read it when I can only to appear here a moment later.
The letter isn't about this, I am here for another reason. Alyssa said back. I know why Jubair is burning the books. I checked out the Merchant King's place again upon your departure. It's just as I suspected. They are planning on getting rid of any knowledge as you know, but on the Assassins as well.
Altair hopped down to join her as Edward was close behind. Alyssa turned her attention once again to the burned man. She unwrapped the cloth that was on his head, examining how bad the burns were. "Try not to speak as much as you need to, your burns will heal, you will live."
"Who are you?" The man asked, not knowing how to approach the situation.
"We are here to help. Don't worry. Jubair will be stopped."
"How the men, the books..."
Alyssa stopped the man from speaking, holding him still. "Altair, you need to find Jubair. He will be easy to find. He should be wearing golden chains, more 'rich' looking than his other men. Edward, take care of the other targets before they decide to destroy the rest of the writings and books. I'll stay here and attend to him."
Altair nodded, making his way out and separating from Edward. He didn't take much time to find Jubair, he was amongst the people, preaching amongst those who were being fed such lies. There was one that acted as a bodyguard. Altair was quick to remove him as he paced towards Jubair. Drawing his hidden blade, Jubair was ended as quick as the blink of his eye, now staring Altair. Death was the price to pay and he knew.
Altair gently laid Jubair down as he gasped for a breath. "Why?" His voice finally asked. "Why have you done this?"
"Men must be free to do what they believe. It is not our right to punish one for thinking what they do, no matter how much we disagree." Altair was remembering what was said before, from Jubair's subordinate.
"Then what?"
"You of all people should know the answer. Educate them, teach them right from wrong. It must be knowledge that frees them, not force."
"They do not learn. Fixed in their ways they are. You are naive to think otherwise. You confuse them, for which there is but one cure."
"You're wrong and that's why you must be put to rest." Altair was sounding more convinced by now.
"Am I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledge with which you disagree? Yet you are rather quick to steal my life."
"A small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary."
"Is it not ancient scrolls that inspired the Crusaders? That fills Salah al-Din and his men with a sense of righteous fury? Their text endanger others, bring death in their wake. I too, was making a small sacrifice. It matters little now. Your deed is done, so am I."
Altair placed him down, swiping the feather once more across his target's neck. The bells sounded and he knew there was no time to stick around. Climbing that nearest ladder that was behind him, he made his was through the rooftops once more. His eyes locked with Edward as they joined each other. Edward didn't say a word, knowing that they had to head straight to Rafiq.
"Alyssa is still trying to make her way out. She said that she will take place somewhere safe."
Altair made haste, dropping on through the roof and meeting up with Rafiq. There was a smile on Rafiq's face, there then knowing that Altair's job was done. Altair saw the man that was involved before now under the care of the Creed.
"Altair, good to see you. Alyssa left a while ago. She said that things are in place for you to know. The letter, as said, explaining everything. She seemed quite in a hurry to get somewhere. That she would return back home soon."
Altair knew what Rafiq was referring to. That there was something needed to be done. Altair made it clear he needed to be alone for the moment. He brought the letter into view.
Altair,
For the many weeks that has passed by, I know that I am getting more and more involved with what is needed to be done, but as you know I am doing what is necessary. Do not follow me, you know that I can not leave in the tension floating between cities. I will use the skills and what is necessary to get by. I will also take the outfit of Talal's men so that there is no suspicion of me being where I'm heading.
I will return to Damascus when things clear, but for now, check in with the Creed and go about your business. You will hear from me soon.
Alyssa
Edward didn't say much, seeing that Altair looked quite confused. "Altair, I will return to Masyaf. From there, I hope Al Mualim will-"
"What is your reason on being involved anyway?" Altair changed the subject.
"Al Mualim wants you dead knowing that Alyssa is alive, but known you are somewhat an "asset" for the time being. Do you really think-"
"That knowing your history you can double cross us? Yeah. I believe that you can, which is why I am on edge."
Edward didn't want to make the situation any worse. That it was only a matter of decision to this point. He made his leave, seeing that Altair was already in a bad enough mood. Altair had sighed, looking at Rafiq who was appearing to be questioning or at the least from Altair's stand point. There was a shake of Altair's head as he climbed out, heading back to Masyaf with hopes of not being detected while on back to meeting his now arch enemy.