*** This is from the very beginning of Assassin's Creed. So don't worry about it being spoiled if you don't know the story yet. I do not own anything from Assassin's Creed or Ubisoft, this is just for fun. :D This one won't be THAT short though, I can tell cause I ALWAYS get carried away when I write, so I have no idea how long it's gonna be, but it'll be long xP The reason why the Amnesia one was so short was because I had a ton of chores to do that day. >.< And please note that Assassin's Creed 1 did not have any captions, so the dialogue was done by ear, so don't get mad if it's not the exact dialogue in the game, and the very very beginning of this writing is not in the game, and if you've played it, you should know what Im talking about! Okay, very long note, just read xD ***

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      The Assassin's Creed and it's three tenants:

      While other men blindly follow the truth, remember . . .

      . . . Nothing is true.

      While other men are limited, by morality or law, remember . . .

      . . . Everything is permitted.

      We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are Assassins.

      Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

      1.) Never kill an innocent.

      2.) Remain discreet, in any shape or form.

      3.) Do not compromise the Brotherhood.

      Solomon's Temple was beneath the very city Jerusalem, in the Holy Land, where English has become it's official language. It was dark, and cold, very few torches here and there, but there were plenty of shadowed places. This grants a wonderful advantage to the three men who have been sent there, to take something - to retrieve it. They wore strange garbs, with many pouches, and slings to hold numerous weapons, and a red sash around the middle. There was also a unique quality to them aswell, they had hoods, ones which had a V-tip at the very end, shadowing any part of their complexion right above the nose. Two of them, had more dangerous looking swords and daggers, and were about the same height, with bleach-white robes. The third one, a bit shorter than the other two, had a light gray robe, similar to the other two, and had less weapons. They are Assassins.

      They treaded lightly and carefully through the Temple, avoiding any contact with guards. It had been a very long time since they entered, and the young Novice, with the light gray robes, was getting eager and impatient.

      "Will we be arriving soon?" he whispered faintly.

      "Not yet, but almost. Stay close, Kadar." replied one of them.

      They came across two paths, the one going right, was their intended path, but the other, about 5 feet away, had an old man sitting there, but he couldn't hear the ghost-like footsteps of the three Assassins walking nearby. The Assassin who was leading the group noticed the man, and backed up the other two several feet away, out of earshot. Even so, they all still whispered.

      "What is it now, Altaïr?" asked one of them, not the Novice.

      "There is someone there, a priest maybe, right in our path. I think we need to kill him." replied Altaïr, in a low whisper. His voice had a sense of readiness in it. (Note: I had no idea what that guy was, he looked like a priest to me XD continue on)

      "No, we cannot," said the same Assassin "it goes against-" he was cut off by his own younger brother.

      "Malik, the man will notice us. He is very close to the entrance, and we cannot be spotted."

      "Exactly." replied Altaïr "What would you expect us to do?" he questioned Malik, ready for an argument. Malik had remained silent, trying to think, but nothing had come up. After a short pause Altaïr spoke again.

      "I thought so." he said in a triumphant tone. "The man has to die, I will kill him, this will not take long." he said, starting to run at the old man. Malik's voice rang out.

      "Wait!" He practically shouted. "There must be another way! This one need not die-" he was too late.

      Altaïr ignored him and ran to the man. When he reached him, he grabbed the man's shoulder tightly with his right hand, and with his left, he flicked his wrist and spread out his fingers, where a hidden blade shot out. Within the next second, his left arm had descended and the blade slid into the man's neck, and Altaïr held the blade there for about three seconds. He had hit him perfectly, just like all the other times he killed others; right where the spinal cord was, killing him instantly. As for the man, he got an undeserved, quick, painless death. Altaïr slowly pulled out the blade and flicked his wrist again, this time, the blade retracted back to where it originally was, in an arm guard on Altaïr's left arm. He laid the man's body against the wall in the dark, as if he were sleeping.

      Malik and his brother, Kadar had run over to where Altaïr was. Kadar looked astonished; it was his first time witnessing the great Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad perform a kill. Imagine how excited he was when he found out he was to go on a mission with him.

      "An excellent kill," he congratulated, "fortune favors your blade."

      "Not fortune, skill. Watch a while longer and you might learn something." said Altaïr insolently.

      "Indeed," said Malik angrily, "he will teach you how to disregard everything the Masters taught us."

      "Then how would you have done it?" challenged Altaïr. This time, Malik had an answer.

      "I would not have drawn attention to ourselves, I would have not taken the life of an innocent. What I would have done is follow the Creed." he said, irritated.

      "Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Understand these words. It matters not how we complete our task, only that it's done."

      "This is not the way our-"

      "My way is better."

      There was a small silence as Malik thought. He didn't want to argue, now, but he was still angered, and a little humiliated. He changed the subject.

      "I will scout ahead, try not to dishonor us further." he spat. Malik went over to the path they were heading to. The path was cut off, leaving a presumably 15 foot ditch underneath. But there were wooden boards in fairly good condition that went across the hole in the path, all horizontal. He jumped, landing on one then jumping to the next, with incredible balance, like they all had. He reached the other side and waited for Altaïr and Kadar.

      They were still standing next to the old man's corpse. As soon as Malik ran off, Kadar started to speak.

      "What's our misson?" he asked. "My brother would say nothing to me, only that I should be honored to have been invited."

      "The Master believes the Templars have found something beneath the Temple's mount." Altaïr answered simply. Kadar's eyes slightly widened.

      "Treasure?" he asked excitedly.

      "I do not know. Only that the master considers it important, else he would have not asked me to retrieve it." he replied arrogantly.

      Kadar nodded and the two Assassins moved along, jumping across the wooden boards with ease, and met an annoyed Malik at the other side. He was leaning against the wall with his head slightly bowed down, his whole face shadowed by his hood, and his arms folded across his chest. He heard their footsteps and looked up.

      "Shall we move on?" he asked. There was no doubt he was still outraged.

      Altaïr didn't even look at him, he just kept walking. He was ahead of their little group, leading them to another broken part of the path. They jumped across the wooden boards once more and when they reached the other side, there was a tall wall with a ladder on it's side. Altaïr climbed it first, soundlessly.

      When he reached the top, there was an entrance to a large, tall cave. It was their destination. But standing at the entrance, facing their opposite direction, was a Saracen guard. Altaïr signaled Malik and Kadar, who were still at the bottom of the ladder. They both nodded and waited. Altaïr climbed onto the floor, silent as a ghost. He extended his hidden blade, spreading out his four remaining fingers; the blade requires the sacrifice of the ring finger of the user: to make space for the blade, and it is also done in the initiation of an Assassin. The blade was sharpened so well, and so smooth, that it makes only a small click when ejected, but the faint sound was covered up by the crackling of the torches and the drips of the water leaking through the ceiling.

      Altaïr walked quickly but quietly to the guard, and struck him from the back. It was a stealth kill, so he had used his right hand to cover the guards mouth, and his left to stab him in the heart from his back, with the hidden blade. The guard's last scream had been muffled by the hand of an Assassin, and his life was taken by that aswell. Altaïr pulled the hidden blade out and retracted it again, and carefully pulled the guards body over to a dark, heavily shadowed area, leaving no trail of blood.

      Malik and Kadar had shown up, and the three of them started to walk into the cave. They were at a platform close to cave's ceiling, and on the opposite wall, at the same level, there was a strange capsule - like object. Malik and Kadar seemed fascinated by it.

      "There!" whispered Malik. "That must be the Ark,"

      "The Ark, of the Covenant?" (Note: I didn't know what they said right there, so im just winging it D:)

      "Don't be silly. There is no such thing. It's just a story." glared Altaïr.

      "Then, what is it?" asked Kadar, almost challengingly.

      Before Altaïr could try and come up with an answer, there was the sound of foot steps, of about three or four men coming their way. They entered through an archway of some kind, but it was weak, and held up by already breaking wooden boards.

      "Quiet!" whispered Malik quickly. "Someone is coming."

      The three of them looked down and saw none other than four or five Saracen guards. But one of them, the tallest, looked familiar . . . Altaïr figured out that they're Templars. The tall one, with no hair and a scar on top of his head, began to speak.

      "I want this through this gate before sunrise! The sooner we posses it, the sooner we can turn our attention to those jackals at Masyaf!"

      He had a heavy French accent, very unlike their own Arabic accents, and he was wearing the same exact guarded outfit as them, but had a large, off-white cape with the red Templar cross on it. Altaïr grinned when he realized who it was.

      "Robert de Sable, his life is mine." he stated strongly.

      He could only imagine what his life would be like if he completed this mission, and killed Robert. He was already praised by all the others back at Masyaf, and Al Mualim was proud of him enough, but what would it be like if he returned, being able to say that he had completed his most important mission, and took the life of the Templar Grand Master? This had been his goal for a long time. Malik interrupted his thoughts.

      "No," he said, the seriousness in his voice, "we were asked to retrieve the treasure and deal with Robert only if necessary."

      Altaïr found that in fact, it wasn't necessary to deal with him. There were many hand and footholds along the walls, and the treasure was on a platform like theirs. It could have easily been climbed by a Novice. He made an excuse.

      "He stands between us and it, I'd say it's necessary." he was starting to become enraged. He would not let Malik ruin this one chance for him.

      "Discretion, Altaïr!" Malik hissed.

      "You mean cowardice! That man is our greatest enemy, and here we have a chance to be rid of him." he said, frustrated. He looked back to where Robert and his men were planning to retrieve the treasure.

      Altaïr's voice was slowly rising in anger. He was determined to complete his task, nothing was to stand in his way. Altaïr was already on the brink of slaying Malik here and now, but he knew he couldn't do that. But it was Malik's next line that had ignited his selfish rage.

      "You've already broken two tenants of our Creed, now you will brake the third: Do not compromise the Brotherhood."

      It was just enough for Altaïr to silence Malik at that very second, so he would no longer continue to bother him, but Altaïr sustained his anger, as best he could. He turned around so quickly and suddenly, that both Malik and Kadar flinched and stepped backwards.

      Altaïr glared at Malik so harshly, that if looks can kill, he could have been stabbed with a dagger over thirty times. He started to walk towards him, his fists clenched tightly. He backed Malik up against a wall, though Malik showed no trace of fear in his expression, and fought the urge to stab him right through his skull. Instead, he began to speak.

      "I am your superior!" He hissed so loudly that all three of them thought that Robert and his men had heard him, the venom in his voice. "In both title and ability. I think you know better than to question me!" he turned around and began to climb down the ladder, to the place where he would soon kill Robert. He reached the bottom, walking up to them casually.

      "Hold Templars! You are not the only ones with business here." Altaïr was standing in front of all five of the Templars now, and behind him, he heard the footsteps of Malik and Kadar reluctantly following him. Robert spoke out.

      "Ah, well, this explains my missing man." Robert said cooly. "And what is it you want?" he asked. Altaïr could feel the adrenaline pump in his veins.

      "Blood." he said in a lower voice, giving Robert the death glare.

      As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he lunged at Robert, drawing his left arm back, his hidden blade ejecting, but the turn in events happened in less than a second.

      Robert had stepped back, dodging the Assassin's attack. Using his right arm, he grabbed the Assassin's left arm and caught him off guard, then, using his right hand, he slapped him harshly across the face.

      Altaïr was confused at first, blinded by the pain on the left side of his face, but he soon found himself face-to-face with Robert. Robert was holding both of his wrists tightly, so tight that Altaïr felt his blood flow cut off, and he was holding him back.

      Altaïr tried to fight back, to stab Robert with his hidden blade, but Robert was holding his arms back. Both of their arms were shaking as the young Assassin tried to match the Templar's Grand Master's strength, but it couldn't happen. A few times, the Assassin had almost gotten his hidden blade to sink into Robert's flesh, but he would only find himself not strong enough.

      When Altaïr's muscles were beginning to burn, Robert spoke, looking Altaïr dead in the eye.

      "You know not the things in which you mettle, Assassin. I spare you only, that you may return to your Master and deliver a message: 'The Holy Land is lost to him and his, he should flee now while he has the chance. Stay, and all of you will die.'" Altaïr was only half-listening.

      When Robert finished speaking Altaïr had managed to get his blade to barley touch Robert's neck, but at that moment, he felt himself being lifted up off the ground, and thrown out of the room.

      The wall he had been thrown into was weak and fragile; it was the low archway Robert and his men had gotten into the cave in. All of the heavy boulders and wooden boards collapsed. There were steps where the archway entry was, but also a slope right before it, and Altaïr had fallen there, the rough impact probably giving him several bruises.

      Fearing he had broken his arm, Altaïr slowly got to his feet, and he heard Robert's commanding shouts; and it just occurred to him that Malik and Kadar were still in the room . . .

      "To arms, men! Kill the Assassins!"

      There was the sound of swords being drawn, then combat. Altaïr didn't even try to find a way back in. Instead, he escaped the Temple. Scaling a few walls and jumping across wooden boards, he saw daylight. He thought of what to tell Al Mualim . . .

      He failed the mission, failed his Master. What would become of his rank? He must find a way to find de Sable again, prove to his Master that he hadn't failed him.

      The trip back to Masyaf took nearly two days, but to Altaïr, it was painfully quick. Masyaf was in his sight now, he rode a simple, white horse that he had snuck away from a merchant. He let the horse roam around the stables just outside the border, and entered the village. He saw a familiar face there.

      "Altaïr," said the man happily, "you've returned!"

      "Rauf . . ." he replied

      "It is good to see you unharmed. I trust your mission was a success?" he asked. Altaïr was silent for a moment but did reply, trying to change the subject.

      "Is the Master in his tower?"

      "Yes, yes. Buried in his books as always. No doubt he expects you."

      "My thanks, brother."

      "Safety and peace, Altaïr." said Rauf, walking away.

      Altaïr tried to look neutral as he walked over to the castle, he was a master at being nothing but a blade in the crowd, but the anxiety was eating him alive.

      Walking slowly, he dreaded every step he took; he was getting closer to telling Al Mualim the horrible news, news that could ruin his reputation. He entered the fortress, where weapons were restricted to the training ring only, unfortunately, because another familiar face was waiting by the gates. Abbas. Altaïr sighed when as he got closer to the gates.

      Even though he would rather talk to Abbas than to Al Mualim right now, Altaïr tried to ignore him as he went through the gates, but Abbas had something to say,

      "Ah, he returns at last." he said in a careless tone.

      "Abbas." said Altaïr coldly, clearly wishing he could avoid him.

      "Where are the others? Did you ride ahead hoping to be the first one back? I know you'd loath to share the glory." he questioned. Altaïr couldn't find anything to say.

      "Silence is just another form of a sin." Abbas taunted.

      "Have you nothing better to do?" said Altaïr.

      "I bring word from the Master: he waits for you in the library." he made a weird gesture as if he were rushing someone to complete a task. "Best hurry," he said in a mocking whisper, "no doubt you're eager to put your tongue to his boot."

      A flare of rage hit Altaïr, if only weapons weren't restricted . . .

      "Another word and I'll put my blade to your throat." he threatened. But Abbas only chuckled and walked a few steps backwards to the wall he was previously leaning on.

      "There will be plenty of time for that later, brother." he said, turning away and crossing his arms over his chest. He had spit out the word, "brother' as if it were poision.

      Feeling glad for a second, Altaïr strode away from his long time enemy, and made his way to the castle. His muscles tensed and his heart sunk, he was entering the castle now, his Master only up the two sets of stairs. He gathered all of his courage and walked up the stairs, he had a strange feeling that he knew something un-imaginable was going to happen to him, something he wouldn't expect. He pushed the thought aside adn walked up to his Master, Al Mualim. He sighed and tried to loosen his tight muscles and relax himself, but it didn't work.

      Al Mualim was dressed just like all the other Assassins, but his robes had a dark-grey, black over-coat on them, with white edges. Al Mualim heard Altaïr's footsteps and turned around, smiling.

      "Altaïr." he greeted. Altaïr bowed his head in repect, his heart pounding in fear.

      "Master." he replied, completly unprepared about what will happen next . . .

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Yeah, that's defiantly NOT one a one-shot. It's a whole story xP lol just kidding, but that's what happens when I have 5 free hours of the day with nothing to do :) Should I continue? Idk, maybe. I am aware of a book written by Oliver Bowden, The Secret Crusade. I've never read it but I heard it's about Altaïr's life, so, I don't know if what I wrote is similar to the book. If it is, I'm sorry :( I do not own anything from who ever created the video game that consumed my life completely and literally go insane. Actually, I will confess that I came up with this before I had a Wattpad account (3 months before I got it), I just kept it to myself >.< but then I thought I would write it out and share it to you guys! (whoever is reading this) :D anyways I hope u enjoyed. Just remember to

Keep

Calm

and

Kill

Templars.

XD. (I have a bad feeling someone else already came up with that D:<) ***