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Chapter 37

Faith

"Alera..."

I woke up, feeling a bit cold and sore. The first thing I felt was the hardness of the ground beneath me and that was when I realized I was laying on stone. I looked down and pushed myself up slowly but my limbs ached and my movements were sluggish. Once I finally got to my feet, I swayed a bit but gripped onto the wood railing behind me and it was only then that I realized this was a very vivid dream.

"Masyaf..." that was where I was. The sky was grey looking as if a storm were about to roll through. As I looked around I realized I was standing before the entrance into the fortress. The training ring was empty, there were absolutely no sounds, no signs of life. A cold wind blew through and made me shiver. I knew I was supposed to be in Acre...I realized that was where my body was but my mind well...that was a different story.

"Alera..." it was nothing but a whisper on the wind...a voice I couldn't make out but the word was heard clearly. My name was being called by someone. I stepped forward and pushed into the main hall, but was greeted by emptiness. It was warmer than it was outside and I shut the door behind me to keep the cold out. The torches weren't lit, the books on the shelves were covered in dust and the once lively banners of the Assassins were now faded and torn, ragged on the edges.

"Is anyone here?" I called out, my voice ringing out and bouncing off the walls. "Kalin?" I took a few steps forward and walked into the center of the room. "Master?" I didn't like this...it was too quiet and a feeling of dread crept into me. Something was wrong.

"Alera..."

"Who's there?!" I yelled in response. I was a bit fearful now and looked down to see if I had any weapons on me. My robes glowed white but the only weapon I had was my hidden blade.

"Alera!..." this time the whisper was louder. My head shot up and I looked up the stairs, seeing a bright light coming from the gates into the garden. I still couldn't make out the voice, but before I knew what was happening, my feet were already moving. I couldn't stop myself as I ascended the stairs and stood before the white light. It was like a barrier and it was very bright.

"Step in. Do not be afraid." the voice whispered again. I hesitated...but then again, no one has ever died from a dream right?...

I outstretched my hand and touched the light and felt immense warmth coming from the other side. "Just do it..." I said to myself. I clenched my other fist, then stepped through into the light and closed my eyes.

"Alera."

That voice...

No...It couldn't be...

I opened my eyes and pushed my hood back and there, standing before me, was my father. He looked so much more healthier and stronger than when he left. He had a bright smile on his face.

"You have my blade, my robes, my room and the rank of a Master Assassin. You've certainly done well!"

"F-Father!" I could barely speak as I ran forward and jumped in his arms. He caught me and chuckled, holding me close. Tears began to stream down my face and a lump settled in my throat.

"Oh my dear girl." he rubbed my back and kissed my forehead but I felt his grip loosen on me. "...Listen to me. We don't have long." he said, pulling back from me.

"No I don't want to leave! Let me stay here just for a little while with you. Please!" I begged through my tears. His grey eyes seemed to shine and he smiled gently, the stubble around his mouth peppered with grey and white and his skin not as dry and wrinkled.

"And leave Altaïr behind to fend for himself?" he said in amusement.

That made me pause and my eyes widen.

"You know about him?" I asked in slight disbelief. He nodded and chuckled.

"Indeed. I have for quite some time. I've been watching over the both of you. You two have been in love from the moment you set eyes on each other and began to fight. It was amusing...watching you both grow into your emotions."

What.

"Abba..." I muttered softly, blushing a bit out of slight embarrassment. He smiled gently.

"Altaïr is a good man Alera." he smirked and placed his hand over my stomach. "And...he will make a good father."

WHAT?!

"H-he...what? Abba am I pregnant?!" I shouted a bit, not really meaning to but come on, pregnant already? That's not fair at all. "We've been careful!"

"Hush my girl." he put a finger over my mouth and I stopped. "You're not pregnant yet. But I was just stating a fact."

"Damn...Don't scare me like that!" I huffed. He shook his head and smiled. "I'm sorry...but, I'm glad you let your walls down when you did. You'll need each other before the end. You are both healing each other." He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. "I'm so proud of you. I just want you to know that." I bit my lip and sniffed a bit, feeling another lump form. More tears rolled down my face.

"I'm glad I could make you proud. That's all I've ever wanted to do. I earned the respect of all of them father...and I did it for you. For both of us!" this put my heart at peace. He placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Listen my girl, we don't have much time." he took a quick look around the gardens, as if we were being watched. It was only then that I realized the place was more warm and beautiful than it usually was. Is father trapped here? Or is this just his version of heaven? "There is something you need to know." he took my hands and the seriousness in his voice made the dread hit me again.

"What's wrong? Abba?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Before I died, I was in the middle of a break through on something that could shake the very foundations of the brotherhood." He looked in my eyes. "Alera...there is a traitor in your midst."

My eyes widened and my grip tightened on his robes.

"Are you certain?" I could hardly believe this. It had been years since my father's death and back then he was beginning to uncover secrets? "How far did you get? How long has this been going on?" it was like a knife to my gut. Whoever the traitor is, he's very good at keeping secrets.

"Yes I'm certain. Al Mualim gave you my old room right? There is a loose stone behind the dresser that holds my diary. It will hold the information you need. I figured that the man who killed me was hired by the traitor because I got too close. I almost had it figured out, Alera...but something is about to happen. Especially now with the finding of the Piece of Eden things are about to be set in motion that will change the lives of everyone in the brotherhood, even affect the Templars to some point. You need to stay alert and try to finish what I started before something bad happens." his voice was so serious...his eyes held determination in them.

"But..." I felt my heart break. "How do I know this isn't just some product of my mind? You know something is wrong with me father...I'm not normal... Anxiety, Paranoia-"

"Alera." he cut me off and cupped my cheeks, making me look in his eyes. "You of all people should know to listen to your instincts, your gut. I taught you that at an early age. As for your problems, yes. But you have someone with you who loves you and will help you fight through it." I felt tears run down my cheeks and I gripped onto my father.

"But Abba...I get so consumed by it...by revenge. Altaïr and I got into a fight and he threatened to leave me-"

"But he didn't. He came back for you didn't he? He won't leave you, Alera. He loves you. Altaïr will help you through this. It won't consume you because you have a strong will and you have someone there to watch your back and help you. The both of you need to dig deep and find this out."

"Alera." came another voice. I could tell that was Altaïr. Suddenly everything started to fade.

"No...No wait don't wake me up yet!"

"Alera...wake up love."

"Altaïr not yet damn it!" I called out. My eyes darted back to my father and he had a smile on his face.

"It was good to see you again, my girl. But he's right. It is time for you to wake up." I jumped into his arms and held him tight, trying to keep him here with me.

"No..." I whimpered. He rubbed my back.

"Shhh...Just have a little faith Alera..." everything turned into a blinding white light and I felt the warmth of my father leave me...but his voice echoed out once more.

"Just have a little faith."

Sorry about the shortness but I hope you guys enjoyed it! Also sorry about any typos. This was uploaded right before work. I pictured Alera's father looking like Vincent Regan only with grey eyes and salt and pepper hair...if that gives anyone a visual. XD look him up! He's an awesome actor.

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