AltMal Wounded 2 -Dreams
Chapter 2 Shattered dreams
Altair opened his eyes.
'W...where?' He thought to himself confused as his bleary eyes focused his vision becoming clear before he looked around; it was his room, he was in his room in Masyaf...so what had awoken him? "Altair!" The male almost jumped a mile as he spun his right hand behind him, reaching for the blade he always had tucked under the thin blankets that were his bed, but he relaxed upon seeing it was only another assassin.
"Kadar" Altair said after a moment as he recognized the other; the young assassin was grinning at him his blue eyes alight in excitement as he sta
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Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.
Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficu
Malik's Honor-Altair's Life How long had he been standing there staring vacantly at the blank piece of parchment holding a now dry quill in his hand? Unable to sleep, and the moon now high over Jerusalem, Malik had decided to begin tomorrows work by making more maps for his fellow assassins. But his mind kept creeping back to that pathetic excuse for one of his kind sleeping in the main chamber of the assassin's bureau. The only thing Malik was grateful for that day was that Altair had retired quickly so he didn't have to make useless small talk with him. Not that he would have bothered trying to have a civilized conversation with Altair anyway. Even speaking businesMalik's Honor-Altair's Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.What Malik Left Behind3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed i