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SEQUENCE 02, Memory 1: Season of MercySEQUENCE 02, Memory 1: Season of Mercy by imajanaeshun
DECEMBER 20, 1600 – THE TABARD, SOUTHWARK
Augusta trained vigorously for nine months following her initiation. Sometimes she would go days without seeing real sunlight, but at this time of year, the torches and candles kept the haven beneath the Tabard warmer and brighter anyway.
“Lighten your feet!” Cyril Bijoux commanded.
Augusta parried and parlayed in the training ring with another young recruit. His name was Darian Frederick. Augusta didn’t know much about him, other than he’d only been Bijoux’s apprentice for a few weeks more than she, and from his kindred lack of holiday spirit, Augusta reckoned he didn’t have many loved ones to celebrate with, if any at all.
He also seemed angry. Often brooding and releasing his energy whenever he could… unfortunately for Augusta, the most appropriate place to do so was in the training ring, and even then Bijoux had to rein him in frequently.
Ashtar- The Assassin Chapter 4Ashtar- The Assassin Chapter 4 by Flammensturm2
Ashtar was breathing hard. The kick came unexpected and sent her to the ground, but she rolled away swiftly. At the same time she launched for Altaïr's feet. He simply stepped back and sheathed his sword. With a kick, he sent his student's weapon away. He brought his short blade to her neck, but Ashtar stooped and in a swift move, she grabbed his arm and twisted it. The punch Altaïr drove into her stomach knocked the air out of her lungs. Before she even recovered, he pulled her up by her collar. Even though it was noon, the girl saw the stars dancing. “You finally had enough?” asked the white hooded man. As an answer, she tried to bring her knee up which was trapped between his legs. But she didn't catch him completely off-guard. “Trying to fight under the waistline? That's not fair.” Ashtar countered: “How was that again? Nothing is true and everything is permitted. Our creed, master Altaïr.” Finally, he let go off her. “Enough
Ashtar- The Assassin Chapter 3Ashtar- The Assassin Chapter 3 by Flammensturm2
Ashtar looked down. The clothes were a bit too big but she could deal with that. Altair rolled his eyes: “Do you know what a sword is?” Ashtar also rolled her eyes: “Yes and to answer your next question: I know how to use it.” “Very funny. Come, I'll show you Masyaf. Over there are the rooms for the novices.” In the inner court, they met two other assassins. One of them wore the same robes as her mentor and seemed to be in the same age. The other one glanced to Ashtar from under his hood. “Safety and peace. Who is that?” asked the first one, nodding to Ashtar. “My student, Ashtar. Ashtar, this is Malik and Kadar. Malik, we've gotta talk.” The older one, Malik stared at her: “A girl? Altaïr, are you completely insane?” “Kadar, Ashtar, you wait here. We have to talk, Malik!” Altaïr repeated more energetic. “You must excuse, my brother can be a bit...complicated sometimes.” Ashtar smi
Malik Al-Sayf x Reader ~ By Your SideIt is a sunny day in Jerusalem. Even though it should pour rain. Your parents just threw you out of the house.Malik Al-Sayf x Reader ~ By Your Side by Shyerue
"Why can't you just find a man, (y/n) ?! You are shame to us and our family name !"
Those are things you listened to everyday.
You are so mad at them. Why can't they understand you ? You just didn't like the men they wanted you to marry.
You gather a few clothes and storm away. You don't know where to, just away from your house.
The market place is quite filled today, giving you the chance to blend in and hopefully stay unnoticed. With your light sobbing and tear stained face.
You ignore everything and everyone around you.
That's until you bump into someone. You gasp and catch the things that were going to fall down quickly.
Balancing them, you finally look at the person you rudely bumped into.
It is a man, quite a bit taller than you, a slightly darker shade of skin than yours. His dark blue robes swing a bit in the wind his dark eyes watch you carefully.
"I-I'm so sorry. I w
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