It was a simple mistakea miscalculation. Running from guards in the dead of night didn't help, either. The moon that had been shining brightly over Acre was suddenly blotted out by the clouds that decided to roll in at the exact moment the guards and archers spotted me. It was cold, the air was piercing my lungs. My footing was sound, but the constant sound of arrows being shot at me made it slightly distracting. Slipping up here or there didn't slow me down.
But the mistake occurred when I had to make a split decisioneither jump into the bay below, or dash off to the side, running the risk of getting hit with an arrow or two. B
Friendship and Brotherhood by altair-creed, literature
Literature
Friendship and Brotherhood
Altair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas wer
Malik glared at the man standing in front of him, the man that he despised most above all other creatures, Altair. "What do you want?" he spat angrily. Altair stood with his eyes downcast, unwilling to meet Malik's hate-filled gaze. "I am only here to complete a mission brother-" "DON'T . Call. Me. That." Malik growled, cutting him off, "It's because of you that my true brother is dead - don't you DARE call me that." His voice was low and dangerous. Altair sighed slightly and looked up. "Malik, you know that I am sorry for Kadar's death. You also