An ameteur but conceptually continued Naruto fan fic created by M.
“This is a Naruto fic not ment to be yaoi in anyway just strong brotherly love between two brothers. A story about friendship and family.” – M
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Chapter 1: The Night Before It All
The early evening bustled with the villagers of Masyaf. The sun was beginning to dim as Raúl walked into the fortress of the Assassins. In contrast to the village, the Assassin’s fortress was quite empty. A few guards walking around, and in the training ring, Altaïr was swinging his sword, perfecting his technique. He swung, left, then right, a turn, and the sword went out to the right again. Raúl walked up to the ring, and spoke with amusement,
“Greetings, friend. And what compels you to aimlessly swing your sword through air?” Altaïr twirled his curved blade and sheathed it, turning to Raúl, panting from his exercise.
“You apparently have no concept of training. I didn’t rise above your rank by merely sitting around.” The words stung Raúl, but he had to agree: it was true. Altaïr walked out of the ring, closing the wooden gate behind him, and walked up to the table where his equipment lay. He put his hood back over his head, covering his short, dark hair. His short blade, knives, and gauntlet lay on a table to his right. He dressed himself with the equipment, the silver short blade gleaming on his back along with the little knives. Raúl spoke again,
“There’ve been rumors. Richard the Lionheart has taken Acre. Nothing’s been confirmed as of yet, but this ‘Crusade’ is becoming more bloody as they go.” He sighed, distraught over the grim happenings of the Holy Land. Altaïr turned to him, and spoke calmly, but seriously,
“What the Crusaders do does not concern us. We do the Master’s bidding, and so, I must return to my duties.”
“Altaïr!” The voice of a fellow Assassin echoed in the open grounds of the fortress as the Assassin approached Altaïr and Raúl.
“Malak,” responded Altaïr, “what do you run for?”
“Al Mualim wishes to speak with you. I am to bring you to him.”
“Lead the way.” Altaïr left his friend and proceeded to the castle. At the base of the stone stairs stood Malak’s brother Kadar.
“Malak, why’ve you brought me-”
“Because Al Mualim has invited you. You should be glad.”
“I am!“
“Good. Then wait here. The Master is waiting for us, Altaïr,” spoke Malak. Altaïr responded, “I do not see what we’re waiting for.” Malak sulked as he led Altaïr to Al Mualim, the Master of the Assassins.
“Come forth, my students. It is not often that I need more than one man for a mission, but this is a delicate matter. We have reports saying Robert de Sable has supposedly uncovered some kind of ‘treasure.’ They call it “The Piece of Eden.” You two are to go to Solomon’s Temple, as well as Kadar. This is a delicate matter. Retrieve the ‘Templar Treasure’ and ensure Robert de Sable does not possess it. Besides, Malak, your brother could use some experience away from Masyaf. This would be a true mission for him. But remember, do not fail me.”
Malak nodded, “True…He hasn’t left Masyaf in a while. The deed shall be done, Master,” and he bowed to Al Mualim, who bowed his head, and turned to Altaïr, seeking his opinion,
“And what of you, Altaïr? Have you nothing to say of this matter?”
Altaïr gazed out the window, to where the sun was setting. He answered, “I believe if Robert de Sa-” A dull, but loud thump echoed throughout Masyaf, interrupting Altaïr before he could finish. The village suddenly stirred from its slumber, stunned by the noise of this recent event. Al Mualim acted fast,
“Altaïr, Malak, you must go and find out what has happened down there. Leave at once. Bring your weapons.” The white-robed duo rushed down the stairs, Kadar joining up with them, and almost flew from the fortress. From there they free-ran across the buildings of Masyaf. Whatever was going on, it seemed to be by the main gate. Malak and Altaïr leaped, landed, rolled, and ran again, to the main gate. A fairly large group of people were gathered around something. Altaïr pushed through to the middle, and what he saw confused him to no end. Malak finally pushed through and was left with the same expression on his face as Altaïr: bewildered.
A man in strange red clothing was lying face down in the dirt, a dirt trail dug up behind him. An enormous sword was strapped to his back, and his hair was a marble white. Altaïr was dumbstruck.
What in the world-?
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