Sigh, I was having a discussion with my friend about hijabs and I think in the middle east, (the head dress which muslim women have to cover their hair) the covers are usually a dark color or black, but I already introduced Asra wearing a blue one. Idk, I'll just...gah. If you have more information on this I would love it if you pmed or commented about it. I would love to learn more about this :).

I guess now I have to say I don't own Assassin's Creed, because I said Al Maulim's name in one sentence. I think I should just remove the tags until I actually have them in the story because they won't appear yet, only the few OCs in my brain.

rawr.

Like oozing molasses, the soldier let out his last breath in a gurgle of blood, calling limp onto the floor. I discarded the sword which I slit the dead man's throat with. The lamellar armor under the robes could easily distinguish the dead man as a Templar had there been a red cross on his chest. The man belonged to the Saracen army. On one knee, I examined the body closer. Damascus had defended from the Templars and Saracen alike, any large army approaching the city would easily be seen across the desert. Instead, it seemed that some of their men had come in disguise and murdered Nur ad-Din when he was out of the palace. With no ruler, one of his sons will take his place - but who would send their soldiers to fight a man of their own? There was a man in mind, one whom did not aid Nur ad-Din in his attempts of taking over Jerusalem.

Standing, I leap onto the wooden scaffold of a building in progress, moving towards the window of the next home and continue onto the roof. Halim was waiting for me; there were streaks of blood splattered across his white robe.

"I've sent the message to the Rafiq, Zaahir. Although I do not think Al Maulim would be angry if you decided to make sure your family is safe before returning to the order"

"I believe Saladin might enter this city forcefully. The magistrate and three army generals were murdered today. They are trying to create dissension in the army defense before striking." Halim nodded as I turned away. He was one of the spies that work in Nur Ad-Din's guard, he had said the lord had planned on invading Egypt soon. The disputes between Nu Ad-Din and Saladin had become more and more apparent after Saladin refused to send his soldiers to help Nur Ad-Din fight the Crusaders in Jerusalem. Halim's family lived within Masyaf, where the Assassin Order lay – and it seemed wise for me to bring Samina and the children there as well now.

"I must take my leave"

"Safety and peace Zaahir," Halim replied, laughing at the irony in his words. The blood still fresh on his cloak.

The street was completely empty, devoid of the presence of people. Though I wore the robes of an Assassin, it should be time for Ikram to know. As for Samina and my daughter, it would not matter anymore; Masyaf will be our new home. I've tried to keep my identity a secret. Even Ikram, who will apprentice under me, will only know when it was time. I entered my home. Asra and Ikram should be with Bakr today, and yet.

I saw no one.

"Asra? Ikram." I walked by their rooms, both empty. There didn't seem to be any conflict, nothing was thrown around. The table still had Bakr's books. But where was he? I headed towards the backroom and noticed there was a small cut in the window frame. Ikram, that boy – he probably ran off to find Samina. And what would a 7 year old boy do against an armed man? I flung open the back door, starting into a run. Ikram ran off and his sister probably tried to follow him. I scaled the nearest house, moving from one building to another, hoping I could catch any sign of my children.

Perhaps I did not know the back roads we well as I assumed I had. Maybe I should have paid more attention to Bakr's lessons. Ah, curses. I turned right, I turned left – neither split in the street did I recognize. But I knew the sun always set near the market. It was the only clue I had. It was starting to get dark soon, the buildings pulled large shadows across the ground – slowly eating away the light. I passed people walking by, all hurrying to their homes.

"If only I could climb to a higher height, I could see the town" I whispered to myself. The dream I had this morning started to come back to me. I had flown over the world, and saw everything in a bird's view. I took the path on the right, suddenly recognizing the sign of the inn down that road. There was someone else on the street, a girl? She was stumbling into the alley near the corner, vanishing from sight. That better not be who I think it is, I fumed. Asra, did she follow me?

I ran down the dirt path, turning the corner to enter the Alley. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but I realized that the girl wasn't Asra. Her Jilbab was beige in color – dirt was clinging onto the lower hem. Also, Asra was wearing a blue hijab today – the girl in front of him had a pale green one. She was startled as she turned and saw someone was watching her. I recognized her face.

"Zahra?" I approached her.

"Ikram, soldiers came a-and, and" she sputtered, she was pulling on her shawl tightly as if cold. She was sniffling, there were tears coming out of her eyes. I tried to help her up; there was blood on her sleeves. "Nur ad-Din…he.."

"He is a city official is he not?" I recall his name from Bakr's lessons. It is' Nur ad-Din,not Dun, DIN. He is one of the men responsible for our safety. 'Bakr's all-knowing voice popped into my head. "He would be heavily guarded."

"Some of the guards turned on each other – there was so much confusion. Mother told me there were evil men in guise as guards. I was hiding; I didn't know who I should trust."

"What happened?"

"My family and I were visiting Nur ad-Din and one of the men there – he – he cut his head off! I was with my mother but the crowd, people were running – I can't find them" Zahra slowly started to back up. I turn and see a figure in white robes. I started backing up as well; I grabbed Zahra and tried to find a way out – but the alleyway had us covered on all sides.

"Don't come closer!" I spoke, a quiver in my voice.

"Wait! Ikram, it's me" I cast a glance at the man's face.

"Father?" I was almost relieved, but there were so many questions. "Why are you wearing that?"

He ignored my question; there was worry in his eyes. He looked to see who was behind me before catching my eye once more.

"Ikram, Asra is not at home," my heart started to sink as my father spoke. She did try to follow me.

"Where is she, Ikram?"

For the stuff about Nur Ad-Din, he does die and is buried within Damascus but later moved. But he died of an illness (ahem, poisoned), not actual sword down the neck murder - but Saladin will become "regent" to Nur Ad-Din's chosen heir and slowly take control for himself and complete the unification of Egypt and Syria. He can easily blame both ways of death to the work of an assassin among them.