God Has Other Plans

Chapter 3

"It seems that your wounds are healing quite well, little miss. Especially for the amount of time that has passed," said Esmail as he replaced the bandages for Emily's head wound. Emily nodded in slight understanding.

A week had now passed since she mysteriously showed up in the garden. Her cuts had scabbed over and were showing signs that they were healing properly. The bandages now only cover a few spots and many of the bruises that had littered her body have gone from a deep dark purple to a greenish-yellow. She was even able to walk with only a bit of pain, but it was still heavily advised that she refrained from doing anything strenuous.

"Glad to see... my eye." Emily said in broken Arabian while pointing to her right eye that was finally free from bandages. The bald-headed man hummed with an amused smile.

"Yes, now you have your full vision. You can keep a better eye on Kadar now." It had been a strange, yet amusing week for the few that had the chance to witness the interactions between Kadar and the girl.

When the young Al-Sayf was released from his bed he had to return to training, but in the small amounts of free time he had, he would come to visit her and continue to attempt at communicating and teaching her new words. Within that week, Al Mualim had been giving her small lessons that were more effective than Kadar's methods. She was now able to roughly communicate needs with a few words as well as giving thanks.

The other day she was finally allowed to leave the infirmary part of the fortress and Al Mualim had given her a quick explanation of the Creed and their goals and ideals. In truth, she found it to be noble, but the idea of targeting people and taking their lives never really settled all that well. Even back in her original time, she found it to not be the greatest way to solve problems, but she understood the reasoning behind it. She also felt comfortable that they always gather information before making the decision of taking a life. She still felt iffy, but as she listened to the not so elderly man, (he was actually 54 of age which was younger than her father who was 58.) he spoke of his creed and ideals with a passion that clearly showed in his eye. Wanting what was best for the people of this world.

The Master had then offered her a room if she chose to stay. He also explained that if she does, once she's healed enough, she will have to assist in small tasks. Nothing big, just cooking, healing, cleaning and anything else that needed to get done. Being a no brainer, Emily accepted the invitation to a free room. Where else would she go? She was far, far from home and there was no telling if she would be able to survive with how she could hardly communicate and how she looked different from others.

"Kadar, Good," Emily said with a smile; Esmail chuckled with a nod.

"Yes. Kadar is a good and bright young man. A good friend to have." The man tied off the bandages and gave her a pat on her shoulder. "You are all set, little miss." Standing from the stool she stretched her arms above her head to release tension in her body.

"Thank you." She thanked him with a bow before leaving to meet with Al Mualim for her lessons. Slowly she made her way through the halls, passing by a few assassins as she went. Whenever she came in sight by one of the men, they would follow her movements with curious gazes that were mostly hidden under hoods and masks. It actually made Emily a bit uncomfortable. That fact that she couldn't see their expressions and how they react to her makes her feel similar to when she would have to talk to someone over the phone.

Entering the main headquarters, Emily made a steady trek up the stairs. When reaching the top, a kind smile made her way over to Al Mualim who was looking over the books among the shelves in the library.

~"Good Morning, sir."~ Turning his attention away from the shelves, his eyes soften when seeing her.

~"Good morning, Emily."~ He greeted. His hand reached for a book that was on one of the lower shelves; tucking it under his arm along with a couple of rolls of parchment paper. He then walked to his table with research, grabbing a small bottle of ink and feather, ~"Are you prepared for today's lesson?" She responded with a nod before the two walked to a side room to the left of the bookshelves that surrounded Al Mualim's study. Sitting down at a small table, they start to review the alphabet, a few writings and simple phrases.