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Kadar set the knife down and blew on the wooden figure to clear it of wood dust and shavings. He looked at the work carefully, stroking the smooth wood gently with his callused hands. A starling. That is what he had made. A toy starling so perfectly real it seemed about to fly off his hand and sing its heart out. Its spread wings lifted the bird upward despite its wooden solid character. Kadar smiled in secret pleasure as he turned the toy about in his sword-accustomed hands, sitting in the shade of a rock up on one of the cliffs surrounding Masyaf, the fortress of the Assassins and his home.
No one knew he did this. No one even suspected that he would leave for hours at a time to carve, to indulge his creative self. His elder brother, Malik, would scoff at this, shrugging the starling off as a frivolity, a base work for an Assassin to do. His face would register disappointment with his younger brother in the down-turned corners of his mouth. Kadar sometimes thought
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No! Dont leave me Im not dead not yet why brother?
Clusters of breath crawled out the mouth of the young mans cracked and bloodied lips. His once blue eyes turned almost a dull gray, and his hands loosely gripped at his sword-gashed wounds. The air was chill and the cavern walls were damp. A howling moan echoed through the walls. Like an hourglass, sprinkles of sand and gravel kept trickling down. Steel boots stood at the edge of the thick red pool. Splattering as the boots turned; the Templar lieutenant faced his last man. In a solemn and thick French accent he gave the underling new orders.
Hurry and follow the assassin. I will follow shortly I will gather the troops and we shall launch an attack on Masyaf.
The assassins heart skipped. Horror filled his imaginings of his people being slaughtered. The pale blue sky turning gray and the ground stained red. He wanted with all his might, to stand and
Back Again? Part 6The templars came charging down, swords aimed straight for the assassins heart. But because of his small size he barely avoided him and slammed against the wall. A small grunt came out as the assassin as he looked down to see blood soaking the robes. It was a light horizontal gash across the chest, just below the collar bone. But this wasnt the time to stop as more came at him. Kadar was doing what he could as he ripped apart a man with his claws. The creature jumped ahead of the assassin and began brutally destroying them. He even ripped off someones jaw with one bite. More guards started to run in fear out and through the door, the head-doctor was first to abandon.More Like This
When it was clear, the assassin and the creature, which was whatever was left of Kadar, began to exit the stairway path. The small assassin took point again and rushed through the door. Panicked, the assassin did not observe and paid for it. In hiding, the guards jumped out, tackling Kadar to the floor. A
Back Again? part 5Kadar awoke to a brush of cold air, screams, and the smell of death. He tried to remember what happened before he had been hit in the head, but it all seemed like a blur to him now. Dried blood had stuck to his face and his vision was a bit blurry, but he could see a figure step through a brightly lit room and into the darkness. Out of instinct, he tried to get up to rip him apart, but was pulled back by the shackles on the operating table.More Like This
The figure stood eerily over him. Kadar tried to wiggle out, but to no avail. More shadowy figures entered the room and surrounded the table. What is he? Is he human? Perhaps at one time he was... Its the devils work.. Do you think the assassins did this as some kind of key to winning? How did they do this? The figures continued to bicker.
Lets not waste anytime... Let us find out this mystery..There is much to be learned from this.. Said one deep and malevolen
Back Again? part 4He couldnt believe his ears. His name spoken in Kadars voice still rang in his head. It was the first time he had heard his brothers voice in a long time. Of course, It wasnt the same as he remembered it, but that probably had something to do with the fact that there was a stitched up cut around his neck.More Like This
He thought about it the whole time while on his way back to the bureau. It was pretty late, and the novice he put in charge of watching the bureau was probably getting worried. When he came in, the novice was looking at first rather sleepy, but took notice of his presence and sprung up on his feet. Rafiq! Its so late! I was getting worried. Where were you if you dont mind me asking? Sorry, I got a little side tracked, it was personal matters. Now get some rest novice. Malik said tiredly.
When he was alone, he thought of all the speech lessons he would be giving Kadar, the next time they met. It would be a challenge, but since
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"But Malik-" Altaïr tried to apologize
Altaïr looked at him apoligeticly "Please, if you would just-"
"NOW!" Malik yelled
Altaïr sighed "Alright, I'll leave." He walked over to the wall he'd climb "I'll come back later when you're not in such a bad mood."
"Don't bother! I don't want to see you again!" Malik yelled from the other room.
Altaïr silently climbed the wall and left. Malik's last statement had hurt him.
Malik looked at the mess on his desk. Ink and ash were everywhere. "Damn Novice," Malik mumbled as he started to clean. Altaïr had been reaching for a piece of fruit when he had knocked over the ink pot spilling it. Then in his haste to move stuff out of the way of the speading ink, he'd knocked the incense burner over too, getting ash everywhere. Including on a map Malik had spent all morning on.
By the time Malik got the mess cleaned up, it was late afternoon. Malik left the bureau to buy someting to eat.