assassin's creed imagines

This Broken Heart | Bayek of Siwa

•idk if i like this one or not but oh well here we go

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It was especially hot in Siwa today, the sand burned your feet even through your shoes as you walked through the small town. It had been a year since Ptolemy had ravaged the small and peaceful town of Siwa, and it had been a year since the tragic death of Bayek's son. He was adamant to even tell you, his best friend, about what had happened that tragic day. But when he did end up telling you, he had entered your home and sat you down on the fluffy pillows and told you everything. How he blamed himself, how he failed as a father, saying he was supposed to protect him, and that he had been consumed with rage and wanted to find the people responsible. He didn't cry but you could tell by how watery his eyes got that he wanted to, but he stayed strong and didn't shed a single tear. You were crying though, his thumb wiped the tears from your face as he had asked 'why do you cry over the consequences of my stupidity?' You had told him he shouldn't blame himself, that what happened was the doing of someone evil, and that certainly wasn't Bayek. He just stared at you, soaking in your words and trying to believe them to the best of his ability.

After he told you everything, he sought out the people responsible for the death of his son. He didn't visit you often, which made you slightly sad since you thought about him all the time. You worried for his health and safety, he seemed to always be on your mind even while doing the simplest of tasks. You were washing laundry? Bayek would love to help scrub and dry your clothes. Walking through the market? Bayek would've offered to carry your basket and pay for everything. Passing a weird looking man? Bayek would've stood a little closer to you, his strong hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. You and Bayek had known each other for many years. You both grew up together in the small town of Siwa, and you can still hear you mother yelling at 8 and 10 year old you and Bayek to not run so fast across the rocky terrain. Of course you both never listened, and Bayek fell and scraped up his knees and the palms of his hands a lot. You would always laugh, then he would grab your wrist and pull you onto the ground beside him. You both stopped laughing for a split second, then looked at each other and resumed your maniacal laughing. Ah, good times.

"Move! Clear the way!" The guard's booming voices knocked you from your flashback, you turned around to see 3 horses carrying 3 guards galloping towards you. The dry desert sand billowed out from each horses' hooves, the wind carried it away and the sand settled somewhere else a few feet away. Luckily, you were on the side of the road already, so you just watched as they gripped their spears a little tighter and rode past you. You glared at their fast retreating forms, you always hated how rude they were to the townspeople. Most of the city guards were impatient and always in a hurry, yelling and screaming at people to get out of their way so that they could get to their destination a few seconds quicker. You adjusted the basket in the crease of your elbow and continued up the dirt road towards your friend, Aceneth's house. You had been staying with her for about a year, the day of the attack a group of guards burned your home to the ground. Luckily you weren't inside, you were actually with Bayek watching the Pharaoh pass through Siwa. When you returned home you smelled the smoke and saw the ashes, and all the memories you had cherished that were made in that house all of a sudden came flashing into your mind. Bayek had watched as you just stood among the ashes, looking down as a tear rolled down your face. He had slowly walked up to you and grasped you in a comforting hug, you would always remember that day.

You finally arrived at Aceneth's house, as you walked up the path you saw no light coming from inside the house. Figuring she was probably out running errands, you walked up the concrete steps to the door. You moved the blanket that shielded the door aside, stepping over the large rock and walked inside. It was quiet inside the small hut, the faint sound of the wind moving the cover could be heard as you set your basket on the table. You removed your shawl, laying it across the back of a chair which left you in your dress that felt much cooler now that the shawl was removed. The dress had a bit of a deep cut neckline, revealing the slight curvature of your breasts but nothing too extreme. The straps covered only your shoulders and not your upper arms, which provided relief from the hot sun while you were in the shade. The dress came down to just above your ankles, revealing your tanned feet covered in your sandals that were almost wore out. You really had to visit a cobbler soon, else you will be walking the street barefoot. Looking around the small living room, you walked over to the table and removed all the items from your basket. The house was all one room, so the bed, kitchen, and living room were all packed into a small space. Starting to hum an old hymn your mother used to sing to you, you busied yourself around the room. Moving the items from the basket into their rightful home, your heels clicking slightly on the rocky floor of your shared home. You didn't even notice the light flooding into the small home since you were so caught up in your thoughts, walking over to the table with the now empty basket and picking it up. Since your back was to the door, you turned around while still humming your nostalgic song to yourself.