( y / n ) ran up the walls in search of her best friend, Altair. The trainers are waiting for Altair to come to the ring to teach their students about the hidden blades, like he promised.
"Altair! The others are waiting for your presence! Now stop hiding and come out!"
The ( h / c ) walked around the tower until she heard a low mumbling sound behind her.
"Who said i was hiding?"
( y / n ) spins around only to bump into the master asssassin, making her jump backwards.
"( y / n ). Long time, no see."
"Three hours and fifteen minutes is not that long, Alty."
Altair uncovered his hood and walked toward ( y / n ).
"What did I tell you about using that ridiculous nickname from our younger years, ( y / n )?"
She smiled.
"Well anyways,the students are waiting."
He winked at my direction as he walked calmly to the wooden plank and jumped.
"See you down, ( y / n )!"
( y / n ) ran to the end of the wooden plank and stopped. She closed her eyes and thought of landing in soft yellow and brown hay. Her feet softly pushed of the hard surface of the plank and flew to the ground. As ( y / n )landed in the hay, she heard a moan of pain randomly around the area. Then out of nowhere an arm grabs her waist and pulls her out the hay. Altair smiled as he lets go of ( y / n ) and walks back to the gates. A student saw them walking and informed the trainers.
"Altair! Where in Allah's name have you been?"
Altair bowed gracefully.
"I was busy with my studies. My apologies. But I am here."
The master assassin walked to the gates of the ring, jumped over it, and walked to the novice student in the middle of the ring. Altair took his hood off and unlocked his hidden blades and shows off by spinning around letting everyone see.
"These are one of many Assassin blades a Master Assassin can wear and use but comes with a price of removal of a finger or two. Like mine for example."
( y / n ) sat with the trainers since you were also a Master Assassin, listening to Altair and the history told to you and Altair when we were younger.
He explains the boring yet amazing history of the hidden blades and the famous Black Dragon blades, a blade covered in silver and gold which is rumored to be the strongest, fastest, and sharpest blades in history. ( y / n ) stared at the awed faces of the new novices. After a while, the novices started to practice with Altair. Noticing the orange horizon, you decide that it is time to take your leave
~*~*~*~*~*~*TIMESKIP~*~*~*~*~*~*
You finally made it to your room, walking toward the tiny balcony. A finger makes its way to the ( h / c ) braid and started to undo the weaving. A tune came in mind as you sang not noticing a particular assassin was listening to your sweet melody.
If I die young
Bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in a river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
You heard a creak, as you turned around to see Altair leaning in the doorway listening.
"Why did you stop? You have a majestic voice."
"Why are you in my private quarters?"
He smirked.
"I was peacefully passing by when I heard a beautiful voice nearby."
You pushed your hair to the side, away from your face.
"Seriously Altair, why are you still here? Do you need something from me?"
He stood from the doorway and walked toward me, holding a finger on my chin, smiling.
"Actually there was something I came here for."
"And that was?"
"This."
He closed the distance between our lips, giving me a soft peck. I felt heat on my face as Altair chucked.
"You are so adorable when you are blushing, dear."
"Oh quiet you."
The End ^u^
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