A/n: Hi y'all! After a long disappearance, I'm back! I just looked back to Scarlet's fanfic again and been constantly reminded of her very perfect Altmal story. And that is how I come up again with another chapter! Yay! I saw a lot of baby eagle chicks art and I just have to write a little fic about them :D.

Disclaimer: If I own Assassin's Creed, I would not let a writer called Oliver Bowden touch it. You all know why.

ScarletCougar owned Naheem, and this is a companion fic to her awesome story. It will helped a lot if you read it first! She was my inspiration and so does many fanart.

Warining: Unbeta so GRAMMAR ALEART! And English is not my first language :D

Tales of the Little Wings

Malik was very pissed. Actually, scratched that, he was beyond pissed. It didn't helped that he was, as usual, harassed endlessly by the beggars who think that he will have a spare coins for them when he himself was constantly robbed by either thugs or those guards who loved to have fun on the misery of others. His daily errand in market area was a total chaos. And when he came back, the first sight he saw was his dork of a "novice" called Altair and his actual novice, Naheem, completely sabotage his well-organized linen bandage supply as it scattered all around the bureau with….wait a minute…feathers?

Malik looked at the victim in Altair's hands; it was an eagle, probably the one nest by the City bell from what he can remember. Its wings were broken from the look of weird angle of the joints which was mended badly with the skills of his novice.

"The butcher threw a rock at it as it was about to steal a piece of meat." Naheem said quickly before Malik even asked, as if it was an instinct. Malik still keep his face cool and calm. He bended down and help the novice readjusted the bandage as Altair reset the eagle's bone. It went well, that was before Malik saw bundle of sticks and leaves that happen to be a bird's nest with three little chicks on his counter before he screamed the novices' names.

Malik's long lecture on bringing stray to his peaceful bureau was longer than he expected. At least for now, he let the eagle staying on the makeshift perch with chains so that it could not hurt itself. Altair explained that the eagle was the mother of the little chicks and that they would probably die with their mother unable to hunt.

The mother can heal on its own with some ointment and care. Enter another problem Malik doesn't want to face, the three little chicks that Altair brought down from the city bell. They were clearly needed to be fed regularly and need to be warmed. That should not be Malik's job or even his responsibility, he wasn't the one that brought it down from the tower but clearly his novice has no knowledge of taking care of a bird (Altair and pigeons in Masyaf never mixed, he was an eagle).

So they end up taking turns, Altair at night, Naheem in the morning and Malik at evening where he did not have much work to do. On the day where Altair has some mission to do, he will stay with the chicks all night with their mother glazing with her watchful eyes. He noticed that the eagles' eyes were, in fact, golden, just like Altair. For a moment, Malik couldn't help but thinking that the three little chicks are himself, Altair and Kadar. He secretly named each one of them just like that. There will be one which was the smallest who always shy of touch but yet very cheerful. The shy one will always hide behind the dark brown one who always competes with the light brown one for food on their meal time. Their mother also reminded him of his forever, kind brother, as her gazes were full of fondness, just like him.

Sometimes when he was working on the maps, the little chicks will climb out of the nest and walk around the counter. The Kadar chick will sit beside the incense and just stare at him, as if it is studying his map, always curious. The Malik chick will constantly trotting around and chipped at the map with the same curious eyes. The Altair chick, however, would just go wondering by himself. There was one time where he dipped himself in ink and walked across the map Malik just began to work. Instead of being angry, Malik laughed at innocent looking thing and picked it up to wash off the ink. Just like the real Altair, the chick "Altair", hate water. Se he ended up using damp towel instead.

"It's very funny. Altair used to be so full of life and innocent like you too." He said as he picked Altair up and looked at its golden eyes. "If only I could see that Altair one more time."

Days gone by the mother wings healed. It was time to send the eagle family back to where it belongs. Malik felt a little sad when he set the eagle free. But again, eagles were never meant for cages. They were meant to fly free. Of course, there will be time when their wings are broken and when they need a land for a long time. They just need to know that, they will always have a place to stay for a while. Just like another eagle called "The White Eagle of Masyaf" who came to him, broken, so that he could fix it up and set it free.

Later that day, Malik was again about to be harassed by a group of beggars. That was until a screech sound came from above and scratched their faces with fury and fly away with all her grace. It was a reminder to all that she will always watch from above.

And just like the mother eagle helped him with the beggars, so does the White Eagles of Masyaf as he rescued him from the guards.

"A little bird told me that you are in trouble," Altair pointed to the mother eagle which stilled circled in the sky, watching.

"Well, took you long enough. And I thought that you only help women from guards"

Because he was not robbed, Malik had extra money to buy more meat for making dinner just for their little family.

And the eagles always come back to him…

TBC (?) Maybe hahaha

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