(Revised Chapter) Hi! I'm back with chapter two! Oh and I forgot to tell you guys something, the words that are in between stars (**) are third person point of view. Yeah, I know I'm weird for drifting in and out between third and first person, but it's gonna have to be like that for you to understand some of the parts of this story. Some chapters will be first while others will be third, so be ready for the change. If you don't like it, don't read it. Pleeeeaaassseeee Review! ^.^ I do need motivation, you know! Also, I am open for any creative ideas. Please tell me if you like it so far! Thank you! Oh and I don't own assassins creed or all that stuff. I only own the people and things you've never heard of!

-Aena Firestar

Chapter 1

The End of an Old Life and the Beginning of a New

"F-Father... d-don't worry, y-you're going to make it!" I stuttered. A knot had formed in my throat as I looked down at his weak form. His calm old eyes met mine and he smiled a little.

"No Alera... I-I go now... I sleep the... e-endless sleep..." He weakly rose a hand up to me, his thumb brushing along under where my new cut rested. The tears stung as they fell and rolled into my fresh wound...and the blood still came down my face but I didn't care... I placed my hand over his. "I love you my dear Alera." He said as his thumb wiped at the blood. He took my free hand and wrapped it around the hilt of the dagger that rested in his body. "Take it..." he rasped.

I bit my lip and nodded, attempting to swallow the lump in my throat but failing. I gripped onto the dagger and pulled, hearing the awful sound it made as it withdrew from him and seeing the dark blood that painted its blade. I laid it down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed beside him.

"I-I love you too father...so much..." I wiped at my tears and squeezed his hand. "Where do I go? What will I do?"

"Go... to Al Mualim. He will have no choice but to take you-" he cringed once and squeezed my hand. My lip trembled as a new wave of tears ran over me. "T-take you...in..." he finished. "H-He will be hard on you... but...I know you will be strong...Remember what I have taught you...what you already know and use it...u-use it to the best of your ability, Alera...And show them where you came from..." he gritted his teeth and squeezed my hand. "S-Show them that... you are the daughter of Kali Al Nasr. The Black Eagle." I narrowed my eyes and nodded. I felt a fire burn bright inside of my chest. I wanted to make my father proud...

"I will. I won't let you down father...I promise. I will bring honor to our name...And I will make a name for myself. I'll strike fear into the hearts of the Templars and any who threaten the order...I'll make you proud." my voice wavered and began to crack... but I stayed strong as best I could. I saw a weak smile appear on his lips as he nodded and smiled.

"I know you will...and know that I am watching over you...Think of me...and I will offer strength when you are weak, and courage when you are in fear..." He slowly released my hand and pointed to the drawers where his clothes were kept. "There is... something... I-I need you... to do for me." he said slowly. I nodded and held his hand.

"Anything father."

"Open the top left drawer. The back is loose...Pull it open and retrieve th-the box within...Take the necklace. It was...something th-that I had m-made for you...for your sixteenth birthday...Take it. It is my gift to you." I blinked the tears back and nodded...though I was hesitant to let his hand go for fear of losing him right then and there...

I squeezed his hand one last time and released him, walking to the drawer and opening it. I pulled the small wooden box out and sat it on the foot of the bed. I opened it and the necklace sat in there perfectly. The cord was made of brown, soft leather. It had two small eagle feathers on it and a silver charm with the Assassin's symbol on it.

I lifted it carefully from the box and slipped it on, pulling my hair out from it and tucking it under my clothes.

"There is one more thing... Alera." I looked up and quickly ran to his side, taking his hand yet again.

"I'm here..."

"...End it..." my eyes widened. I could see the light begin to fade from his brown eyes. "...Give me... peace..." I couldn't help myself any more...I broke down crying. I held his hand and leaned down, crying into his robes. I knew that my father was dying slowly and I couldn't bare it. He had taught me to be strong in situations like this. I knew I could kill someone who has done wrong or is doing wrong but I don't know if I could kill my own father...

But the way he had looked at me... His eyes were pleading. I leaned back up and looked over at the dagger. It was still placed on nightstand.

"No." my eyes snapped back to him. He shook his head. "Not with that...M-my...My hidden blade...I wish to die...on my own hidden blade..." He nodded over to where he kept his old assassin things...but really, the only thing I knew of that he still had was his hidden blade. "Take it...put It on...end my life..." he said. There wasn't much time to lose before his essence left him...And I had to fulfill my father's last dying wish.

I walked over to the chest and got down on my knees, opening the chest and peering inside. His hidden blade sat there, untouched and completely untarnished. It was easy to tell he wanted to keep that one well working...A few scraps of clothes and four rusty throwing knives sat in there too, but I pulled the hidden blade out and strapped it on my wrist. It was way too big for me, but I steadied it and held it in place as I walked back over to him.

"You know where to strike... Alera, everything will be alright..." He smiled and ran his fingers across the dried blood on my cheek. I blinked the tears away and leaned down, kissing him on the forehead.

"Safety and Peace, Father." I stood back up straight and poised the blade over the side of his neck. He smiled. "To you as well, Alera my dear..." I bit my lip and watched him close his eyes and become calm.

I took a deep breath, then shoved the blade in his throat. It only made a soft noise...and I heard as he breathed out slowly and softly. I opened my eyes and withdrew the blade from his neck and saw his body relax as his spirit left him. There was silence for a minute...deafening...numbing silence...And then, it all crashed.

I fell into crying. Tears of sadness and anger rolled down my cheeks and seeped into my fresh wound, making the pain fuel my rage even more. I leaned over his body and wept onto him...my father is gone...dead...Sleeping and never to wake...

I stayed there crying for what felt like hours... I had to give myself a minute before I headed for the Assassin's fortress so I could talk properly and tell the Master of what had happened tonight. I rose back up and stood up on my feet. I didn't bother to clean the blood and tears...chances were the rain would wash it away anyways.

I soon gathered myself up and went to my room. I pulled on some clothes, pulled on my boots, then grabbed a cloak and threw it on me. I grabbed the dagger that rested under my bed and strapped it on me. I made sure my necklace was tucked safe under my clothes, then I made my way out of the room and out of the house.

It was raining in sheets. It was coming down so thick and the night was so dark that I could only see the path when the lightening struck. I looked up at the Assassin's Fortress. A few orange and yellow lights burned in the high towers, showing that a few guards or assassins were still up. The fortress was enormous and beautiful and mysterious. It looked like it had been carved straight out of the side of the mountain. I took a deep breath and started on up the long winding path. Thankfully, I knew where I was going.

Alario popped in my mind as I made my way up. "I hope he's sheltered from this storm." I thought hopefully. Within minutes, the rain had me soaked to the bone. It took me a good while to get up there. The thunder didn't help, considering that every time it struck I'd jump and look around to see if anyone was following me. If that armored and cloaked man ever came back, I knew he'd probably kill me...

I pulled my cloak closer and hugged my arms to me, being careful of the hidden blade I still wore, but also cradling it to my body and sheltering it as best I could from the rain. Finally, I was walking up the main path of the fortress. The gates were opened and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I walked through the gates and the two guards who were posted there, stared at me. They sat sheltered from the storm underneath the thick archway. Their eyes followed me...but I wasn't afraid. All my life I had been taught not to be scared, and that anything can die and everything has a weakness. I held the last bit of that lesson to my mind. "Anything can die; everything has a weakness, you just have to find the weakness."

I continued into the fortress and looked up around me, seeing everything this close up for the first time was a bit overwhelming. I soon found myself walking up the stairs that spiraled around the training grounds. I finally came up to face the big wooden doors that lead into the main hall of the fortress. Two guards stood on each side. The lightening flashed and they saw me.

"Who are you and what business brings you here, young one?" said the one on the right. I looked over at him.

"I-I h-have urgent n-need t-to speak with Al Mualim..." I clenched my fist as my words came out stuttered...but I was shivering from the rain and wind. I was freezing...but I pushed on. They needed to know this. "I-I have news for him." I tried to sound strong and stern.

"What is your name girl?" he said again.

"...Alera Aya Nasr." I felt pride in my voice...but the pride was drowned by the crack and the grief in my throat. The guards looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Then you are Kali Al Nasr's daughter?" said the guard. I simply nodded...My voice was weak enough already. The one that had done all the talking ordered the other guard. "Go get Al Mualim at once!" The other dashed off inside. The talkative one then looked at me. "Come in at once, child. You're freezing." He put an arm around me and opened the great doors, ushering me inside... And I couldn't help as my eyes widened... The foyer was huge. Candles and torches were lit everywhere and it was a pleasant surprise to feel the place so warm. There were bookcases everywhere and flags hung down from the top levels that bore the symbol of the Assassin's on it. The guard led me mid-way into the foyer and stopped.

"Wait here." He said gently. He ran up the stairs and to the left and vanished up the second level. I took another wide-eyed look around. It was so peaceful and quiet. I was fascinated at how the bookcases lined every inch of the walls. Suddenly the silence was disrupted as I heard a door open and close and footsteps follow it. I guessed three people walking.

"You say she came alone? He wasn't with her?" the first voice sounded like an older man...about the age of my father or older.

"Yes. She's got blood all over her and she's freezing...Something is wrong. Something has happened." said the younger voice. I looked up at the second level and saw them descending down.

"Obviously-" his voice trailed off as he looked at me, and I looked right back at him. Al Mualim stopped at the top of the stairs with the guards on either side of him. His eyes scanned over my drenched self. My dark blonde hair had turned brown due to the rain and wetness. My dark blue eyes were red from pain and crying, and the slash on my face was slowly bleeding again. All I could do was stare up at him...I didn't really know what to say. He looked over me once more, then hurried down the stairs with the guards close behind. As he got closer I analyzed him in return. He had a black robe on with white underneath and he had a short grey beard and slightly wrinkled face. I took a deep breath and gathered up my courage for this.

"Please... Al Mualim, sir. My father told me to come here. I have nowhere else to go... I don't know what to do." I clenched my fist and growled. "I tried to kill the bastard but he got away!" Al Mualim raised a hand.

"Peace, child. Start from the beginning. And someone take care of her wound. Bring warm water and medicinal supplies." He ordered. One of the guards went off on the errand and I started from the beginning.

"It was when the thunderstorm began...It woke me up...but something else pricked at me. My instincts were going...wild. So, I headed to my father's room to check on him and I took my dagger with me. Some unknown force pushed me in the direction of his room, but when I opened the door...I saw him, the man that killed my father. He was dressed in all black." I shrugged. "I don't know what Templars look like but I thought he was one. I dropped to the floor and crept along but it was too late. He had stabbed my father...So I jumped up and stabbed him, but I miscalculated my aim and only hit him in the arm. He pushed me up against the wall and nearly knocked me out then he gave me this." I said, pointing to the scar.

The other guard who was sent on the medical errand was on his way back. He ran down the stairs and knelt beside me. He dipped the rag in a small bowl of warm water and slowly cleaned the blood off and revealed the wound. It was definitely going to leave a scar.

"Please, continue." Said Al Mualim as he paced back and forth in front of the guard and I. I sighed and shrugged.

"...He jumped out the window and left..."I began to fidget gently with my hands. "I went to my father and pulled the dagger out of his stomach. He told me to go to you, but then he told me to end it. I couldn't bear to see him like that so..." I paused and looked up at Al Mualim, revealing my father's blade around my wrist. "I did what had to be done... Now I'm here." Al Mualim stopped pacing and looked at me with an expression of surprise and sadness. He sighed.

"This is...most troubling news...I am sorry about your father, Alera. He was one of our greatest Assassins...The Black Eagle..." Al Mualim bowed his head. "May he finally be at peace." The guard that was helping my wound bowed his head as well and so did the other...and so did I.

"Now...about you..." the master started off slowly as he eyed me. "First, you trust your instincts and listen to yourself, then you use stealth in the situation, and you also analyze your enemy, then find the precise moment for your strike and attempted assassination. Then, you used your hardened skills to put your father out of his misery and stabbed him in the neck for a quick death. Correct?" I nodded. Al Mualim nodded in return. "All these tools you have used, your father has taught you." I nodded again.

"Yes." the Master narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Are you a fast learner, Alera? Can you keep up with the quick lessons that we teach our Assassins?" he said sternly. I looked up at him and my expression changed to that of determination and strength.

"I am willing to do whatever it takes to become an Assassin. I will do what I am told and I will learn fast if you will just give me a chance." I said boldly. Al Mualim eyed me as he stroked his beard. I could only imagine what he was thinking...and my heart began to sink. He'd never let me in... but then, to my surprise, he gave a single nod.

"Very well. We will have a funeral for your father, and after that, an initiation." He nodded once more. "Is there anything else we need to know?"

"Yes, my father gave me his special hidden blade. You do not have to cut off my ring finger. The blade shoots up between the ring and the middle fingers. I've gotten used to spreading them quick so I can deal damage without hesitation. I also have no clothes except the clothes on my back. I only have my dagger with me. I left my blade so when you get my father get my blade as well. Besides those two weapons and these clothes and boots, I have nothing else." The guard that was cleaning my wound looked up at Al Mualim.

"That takes away from the initiation. What is your plan?"

"I have a plan." Said Al Mualim. He then turned to the guard standing beside him. "Get this girl some extra clothes."

"Please! No dresses." I said quickly. Al Mualim laughed.

"Do not worry, child. You will not be wearing a dress, because you cannot fight in a dress. We will get you the proper clothes."

"Thank you..." I said quietly.

"However, you will not sleep in the apprentice quarters tonight. Kalin, I am putting you in charge of her. Since you are on duty all night, she will sleep in your room." He said to the guard knelt in front of me... then suddenly, it hit me.

"Kalin? You're Kalin? My father always talked about you." I looked down at him. He looked up and met my eyes with a bit of a sad smile.

"Yes, we were best friends back in our years...Time, it seems, had made us grow apart a bit...but he was still the best Assassin I'd ever known...and I respect him for that and always will." His voice was sad. Kalin was the guard that had cleaned my wound. He looked back at Al Mualim.

"And yes sir." he confirmed. Al Mualim looked back at me.

"Go and rest child. Your training will start right after the initiation." Al Mualim stepped to the side. Kalin stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Come, Alera." He led me up the stairs to the door he had previously come out of. We walked down the hall and stopped on the third door to the left. He opened the door and I walked in. He followed behind me and laid out some clothes for me. "I'm still on guard but here is some fresh clothes to change out of the wet ones. They may be a bit big but they'll do until the morning." I nodded and felt a few tears stroll down my face.

"Thank you for taking care of me...My father would have been so very thankful...I know I am." I said softly. I felt him put a hand on my shoulder.

"Anything for you, Alera. You are the daughter of my closest friend...I will protect you and teach you and you will be safe here." I turned around and nodded, smiling at him.

"Thank you..." he nodded and smiled back in return.

"Change clothes and get some sleep. I'll wake you in the morning."

"See you in the morning then." he nodded, then turned and left, closing the door softly behind him. I peeled out of my wet clothes and rung my hair out as best I could, then I slipped on the warm dry clothes and climbed into bed.

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