God Has Other Plans

Chapter 4

Been a little while but I'm gonna try and pick it up again. I hope you guys enjoy. Also, there is a let's play that I've been watching if the first assassin's creed game. It's pretty interesting, especially of how the YouTuber tells the real history of the creed back in (1191) and how characters are similar or differ between the game and actual history. If you're interested in that here's a link to the playlist.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXuYM2WTYqs&list=PLuQI8b1yePWgjmTXuaWdiY3HYpjM8LuCa

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*3 months later*

"Geez, this is really stained," At a far side of the headquarters of the assassins, Emily grumbled as she sat on a small stool next to a tub of water, scrubbing a robe that was covered in patches of blood. The hair that usually fell over the left side of her head was pulled back into a high ponytail and revealed the short pixie style cut that covered the back and sides of her head. Sweat fell down her forehead as the sun's summer rays shined down upon her small form. Picking up the robe she scrunched up her eyebrows as she rubbed her fingers against the spot trying to get the red to release from the white fabric.

Time had passed since she was found in the garden. During that time she had completely healed and was finally given tasks to do around the headquarters to keep herself busy, which helped her mental health greatly. Since she started assisting in tasks, she had become less restless around others, more open, and slept better with fewer nightmares.

A few days after Altair returned, Kadar's brother returned from his mission and quickly introduced him to Emily. The two quickly hit it off and would even enjoy quiet time together, where they would drink tea while reading or doing crafts. Her favorite thing to do to him though is to stare at him for a long period of time then either slowly scoot closer to him for a hug or throw a random compliment that would mess with him.

Other than that, she even made friends with those who Emily dubbed as, "The Ladies of the Garden" who would come to "assist" the men when stressed. Their first meeting was during the first month where they found her in one of her hiding spots after a nightmare. Though at first, they couldn't communicate, they instantly showered her with attention and babied her. In truth, she didn't mind since she was used to it. The women would also let her vent her annoyance about the men once she was able to communicate better and they gave her hugs when Kadar of Malik weren't around. The oldest of the women even gifted her with a blank book to where she could draw again, but she said that she had to let them see her progress every so often.

The memory made the small girl smile at the kind gesture of the woman. In truth, it really surprised her at how kind most were towards her, making her comfortable and at home. Since the year was 1189 she knew the standards and ideals were very different so she expected everyone to be a bit rougher and demanding of her. Well... again, most were kind.

A shadow passed over her, blocking the harsh sun that beamed down on her. Her body became ridged at the familiar presence that had come to make her a bit uncomfortable. With a lopsided smile, she looked up at the man that stood before her. His hood down, a confident smirk bordered by the stubble of a beard that connected with the short cut of black hair. One brow raised as he looked down at her with his dark brown eyes. Draped over one of his arms was a spare robe that had a few tears and holes. A couple of wrinkles showed near his eyes showing the slight age of a man approaching his mid-thirties.

"Good morning, tayir saghir." (little bird) he greeted. Emily gave a slightly awkward laugh as she dropped the robe back into the tub.

"And a good morning to you, Nizar, sir." Nizar was one of the higher ranking assassins. Ever since she had greatly improved her Arabic, Nizar has approached her and made advances towards her, each one becoming more daring. It wouldn't bother her if there wasn't a fourteen to sixteen-year difference. Not only that, but anytime she was around, he seemed to bost, become cocky, and when training, he went a bit too far to where every opponent that he would train with would come out with a few cuts or were seething in pain on the ground. Just taking his attacks a bit too far in her eyes. He also liked to talk to her as if she was a noble or princess, which she wasn't very fond of either.