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For Blood, Then For Love	By : TheGreatWicked Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 1985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For Blood, Then for Love

The Great Wicked

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Assassin's Creed or its characters. They are intellectual property of Ubisoft, I made no money for this, I just enjoy writing. Hope you do too.

Summary: Herein lie the personal accounts of Leah Vesuvia Rachel Rahamin, emissary and scholar to the Levantine Assassin Order.

When there is no blood to die for what would you die for then? Would you look beyond your own suffering and find love? Or would you allow yourself to wither away? When you cannot live for blood or family, you must learn to live for love and make your own of both. Malik/OFC

Authors Note: A HUGE apology if I have any of this is incorrect, I mean NO

disrespect at all! If any of it is wrong let me know and I will fix it straight away!

OOO

Six years and countless adventures had taught Leah about a world that few people knew of, a world of secrets, a world of the unseen. Things that she had never known or noticed before were now the things that she looked for in all settings, she had left Masyaf a bright and excited if not, naive girl and returned a student well schooled of the hidden world, cautious, calculating, aware.

The only light came from torches and they softened the edges of the encroaching darkness, giving the perfect amount of light and where there is light there must always be shadows. Places to hide. And as she looked on gradually her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting finding the edges of their pristine white robes. The wearers of the robes moving swiftly as though ghosts who existed stepping in and out of reality. She counted three dozen of them at first, then she quickly lost count, and remembered they she was not assessing a threat as she had done before. She had no need to take note of the knives, and the hidden blades, the swords, the few bows here and there. Her lips curved into a slight smirk when she thought of the assassins stringing and lining up their shots with their bows, bows weren't exactly a tool of the assassin yet they served a valuable purpose. Many thought them to be the weapon of a coward, she disagreed with this opinion. It was not the weapon of the assassin, and Leah was not an assassin, she was a fighter in mind and soul.

Travels had brought hardships that Leah had had to overcome and every time she did, evolving and learning, becoming better. Having developed a liking for a weapon at an early age due to being a girl, not being considered very strong or a good fighter, she picked it up and grew with it. Six years of travels had taught her many things, she knew the weapon strung over her bcd as though it were her closest friend. She could spy the right type of wood for a good bow from a hundred feet away, she knew its proper weight and when experience had taught her that people could fail you, she knew that as long as she had her bow, it never would.

Her smirk faded when she saw their eyes falling upon her and her uncle, they followed their movements until they arrived at the large gate, the heavy wooden doors stood over fifty feet tall had seen many battles and still they stood. The doors were solid and strong, she remembered how she felt the first time she saw them as a child, it seemed so long ago.

Two assassins stood, arms crossed over their chests at the door, silent and yet intimidating guards, they had no visible weapons. Not even swords on their person, one looked to the other then to Leah's uncle, Hamid. Recognizing him instantly, they stood a little straighter and quickly snapped their left arms over their chests and bowed at the waist, deeply in respect. Leah was no stranger to this, knowing full and well that before he was a respected scholar who resigned to researching in the library with other scholars, he had once too been an assassin. His hidden blade had spilled the blood of countless men and possibly women. She had never asked of her Uncle's 'stories' part of her did not want to know.

They passed through the doors and led their horses to the stables, they had ridden for two days straight and they were both very tired. Leah took the reigns of the horses as her uncle rubbed the flat of his back in soreness, it felt good to stretch her legs after so long of riding in one position. Her uncle began to reach for his packs and satchels, his joints cracking as he moved.

"Uncle, go in, I will attend to the horses. The grandmaster will probably be expecting you." He nodded, and turned to the door of the stables looking at the empty courtyard, letting out an audible sigh, happy to be home.

"Very well, Leah. I will go in, see to the horses and then straight to bed. The journey has been long and we both would do well with some sleep. Tomorrow the wheel turns full circle."

"Yes uncle." She responded as she began to unload their bags and their items, they always traveled light so there wasn't much to burden her with. The horses were tired too and after removing their saddles, brushing them down, feeding and watering them. The poor beasts were tired and they reveled in the sanctuary that the stables offered.

With the horses tended too Leah picked up their belongings and began the walk through the courtyard, past the training yards, up the stairs to the main halls and up at the top of the steps stood a figure that wore a tired smile. Leah smiled in return and moved a little quicker to meet the figure.

"Well, well, six years ago I bid goodbye to a little girl and here now I see the woman before me."

"Hello, Rebecca." The woman drew Leah into her arms and hugged her brushing her hand over her dark brown hair.

"Welcome home child." Rebecca hadn't changed very much still the same kindly smile, a few more wrinkles around her eyes, a few more greying strands of hair loose, but the same woman whom Leah had missed greatly. "Come now, lets get you upstairs." Rebecca took some of the bags and lead Leah through the halls, the same halls that she had skipped through as a child. The warm stone walls had remained unchanged, Rebecca had struggled up the stone steps age making it a little harder then it had been in her youth.

Her room had remained very much unchanged, not a speck of dust in sight all probably thanks to Rebecca. Rebecca had taken the bags and placed them on Leah's desk ushering her towards privy where she had drawn hot water for a bath. Leah sighed in relief not having had a hot bath to sit in and relax for months at best, more often then not the waters were cold as ice and her baths were quick. But now she was home, Rebecca ushering her out of her travel stained clothes and into the hot water.

Rebecca asked no questions of the whitened scars that dotted and dashed along Leah's fair skin as she sank into the hot water. Scars that had not been there when Leah left. The heat stinging her flesh for a moment before a wave of euphoria washed over her and Rebecca left to gather fresh clothes and some food. The room fell to silence as Leah looked at the cathedral window out into the night where the only light came from the stars dotting the sky. There were no thoughts in her head, this was a rare occurrence, there were no questions, no concerns, no reminiscing of old memories. There was nothing.

OOO

The Grand Master's private study was not a lavishly decorated room, there was little sign that a grand master resided there. The room wasn't overly large, it was sparsely decorated, a desk, a bed, a privy. Nothing special, but that was as it should have been. Even a grand master had once been a novice. As years of experience had taught him, just because you rose through the ranks did not mean that you should forget to be humble.

And the grand master was a humble man, he lived like his assassins lived, although most of them lived in a large barracks within the walls of the castle the only difference being that as a grand master Al Mualim rated his own private room and study.

There was nothing about this man that came across as intimidating as he waited in the dim light of his study. There was a single oil lamp that cast more shadows then it eliminated, they cloaked him well and he liked the darkness. Yet once his door opened he stood up and greeted Hamid like an old friend, the two men had been novices together, killed together, lived together. Although they had not always seen eye to eye on things, the two men respected one another.

"Hamid." Al Mualim clapping a hand on Hamid's shoulder. "Still alive I see?"

"And kicking, you're not quite as frail as I'd have thought you to be." Hamid chuckled, it was good to see his brother. Good to be home.

"Did you journey well?"

"In peace and relative safety," The two men sat down in the dim light and they began to talk of much more serious things.

"I see, and Leah?" It was a loaded question in every sense of the word. Hamid's face grew a little darker and he nodded, leaning back in his chair. "I see. It seems we have much to speak on, does she know?"

"She knows what she needs to know." Al Mualim nodded.

"Has she spoken of Alexandria?"

"She insists that she doesn't remember much. It makes sense, I suppose." Al Mualim poured a glass of water and offered it to Hamid. "She dreams about it though, I've seen it. She has nightmares, she cries out in the night, she fights sleep. But to me, she has not spoken of it. I believe she knows she's in danger."

"What plans have you made for her?"

"The time has come for her to keep her end of the bargain, I believe that perhaps I should… help her along." Al Mualim chuckled lightly as Hamid's antics.

"Help her along? I trust you have devised a plan?"

"I have some ideas, I believe she would be safest with someone who has… experience." Hamid drank his water, wetting his lips before continuing. "Tell me, have there been any new masters?"

Al Mualim nodded with a knowing smile, why had he not thought of it sooner? A master assassin. Hamid was a smart man. "There has been no man who has been… exceptional. However there are a few men who have shown great promise. I believe that perhaps they may achieve that rank."

"Ah, and who might that be?" Al mualim raised an eyebrow, as though Hamid must have already known. "Just like their fathers, aren't they?" Al Mualim smiled.

OOO
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