Target of His Heart .:Chapter X:.
Later That Night...
Cynthia's POV
"Oh! I cannot find a way through this city," I groaned with frustration, glaring at a map of Jerusalem that I had stolen from Abel's quarters while he was away. Altaïr simply sat next to me, staring at the map from over my should rather intently, as if he were searching for something. "This map is not telling me anything at all!"
Night time had, once again, arrived rather quickly to me, and just like every other night, I was on the rooftop with Altaïr. This time, though, we had much more important things to figure out instead of our usual night time reminiscing as we had done in the past. Tonight Target of His Heart .:Chapter X:. by *SRN713
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Target of His Heart .:Chapter IX:.
Altaïr's POV
"You know, you have been out and about these past few days, Altaïr," said Malik just as I sat down in a nearby chair almost lazily, which happened to be very out character even for me.
I shut my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before sighing. My mind was racing with many different thoughts, but I did not want him to notice just yet.
"I enjoy exploring the city sometimes, Malik," I responded, reopening my eyes to stare up at the ceiling. "You should know how difficult it is to be an Assassin, so it is only a means of...resting, for lack of a better term."
Malik seemed to sense something was up, since he knew very Target of His Heart .:Chapter IX:. by *SRN713
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Target of His Heart .:Chapter VII:.
Three Nights Later...
May 12, 1191
I silently paced around my bedroom, shivering slightly from the cold coming in through my open balcony doors. I rubbed my arms from time to time in order to keep myself warm, but it was not helping all that much with the ever present breeze that continued to ravage within my room. Three days had passed by, long and anxious days, and I had not seen Altaïr since the night he came to see me. I had been patient all three days, distracting myself with other things such as daily patrolling, in order to keep my mind busy and off the Assassin. Oddly, though, I was unable to fall asleep. For what reason, I was Target of His Heart .:Chapter VII:. by *SRN713
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Make Me Forget One Shot"Master, we have returned from the mission," Abu spoke to our master in a calm tone, falling to one knee to respect him. I mirrored his movements slowly, since I was still just a novice and still needed to be trained under him.
Abu was my twin older brother and, like myself, he was an Assassin, a Master Assassin, to be exact. As for me, I only just recently joined the Brotherhood, immediately being taken under the wing of Abu himself. Al Mualim, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Order, felt that I should be placed with my sibling, thinking I would learn my skills much more quickly and move up the ranks a little faster than normal. Somehow, Make Me Forget One Shot by *SRN713
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