One Week Later...
June 19, 1191
An entire week had passed since our arrival in Damascus. There were no signs of the Templars searching for us, although I knew for sure they were out there somewhere, hunting as down like lions stalking prey. I was unsure as to whether or not they were in the city or somewhere nearby. However, I did not pay much attention to guards, even though it was extremely important to remain hidden from them until I was able to make my leave to a different country. Instead, I tried my best to worry about other things. Unfortunately, my mind wanted to worry about Altaïr again. From time to time, I found myself looking up at the rooftops and scanning over them, wondering and hoping I would find the billowing white robes of the Assassin looming above and grabbing my attention, filling my soul with the relief I had desired for so long. However, as much as I wished to see that, nothing appeared, nothing but the white clouds looming high above me and the rest of the world. I felt depressed from time to time, yet I tried not to show it when I was around the others, not wanting them to worry as much as they did. Instead, I tried to spend most of my time either with the trio, Amal, or Bernard, in hopes of keeping my mind off the negative thoughts that would try to enter my mind.
Speaking of which, I still thought about Amal's sudden proposal to join the Assassins. It may not have been every single second of the day that I had thought about it, but I found myself wondering from time to time if it was the right choice to make. I wondered if becoming one would be the best for everyone. Bernard, who had heard from Amal about my consideration of joining the Assassins just like them, had spoken to me about the benefits of being one of them, which seemed to help a little, but did not give me a clear decision just yet.
"It gives you even more of the freedom you could ever ask for in life," he explained to me, draping an arm over my shoulders in a fatherly manner. "Sure, there are missions from time to time that are either easy or difficult, but the freedom is still there, unlike with the Templars, who do not even give you time to stop walking around mindlessly."
I smiled at his words, recalling home much patrolling I had to do.
"More freedom would be nice, Bernard, but too much freedom would be asking for much. Just having as much as I do now, with the people I love and care about, is enough for me." A short pause as I pursed my lips for a brief moment. "Then again, when has too much freedom ever stopped me before?"
He laughed at my comment.
"That is the kind of attitude you should have all of the time!" I joined in with the laughter while Amal simply watched us from afar, smiling at us. "Besides, you will be able to see that Altaïr of yours as much as you would want!"
My forest green eyes looked up to him, a look of surprise filling them.
"You think he and I are romantically involved too?!"
"Absolutely!" He responded with laughter. "From what I hear from Amal, it sounds like the man is falling for you! If you joined them, you will not be judged for being with him in the end!"
The thought of joining the Assassins was still in need of a decision, but the idea of Altaïr and I becoming romantically involved was out of the question. At least, I thought it was.
My forest green eyes silently stared up at the nighttime sky, watching the moon shine down against my skin. I sat down against a pillar that sat atop Bernard's home, enjoying the night and the light breeze that brushed against me. My mind recalled that conversation several times, and it always seemed to bring a bit of a frown on my face. Even Bernard thought that Altaïr was falling for me. I knew it was not true, and even if it were I was not going join only for him, but to protect the people I had longed to keep safe for many years. They needed help from the overpowering Templar rule, and I knew joining the enemy, whom the Templars had told me were evil, would benefit them. Altaïr had mentioned once how he had helped civilians from time to time during his missions in other cities, like Jerusalem and Acre, and in the end earning their help along the way. No doubt they would do the same for me, although many of them would be surprised to know I was on a different side of things. However, would they be willing to accept me as an Assassin?
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