You practiced all the time, Leap of Faith, running in the garden, honing your swordsmanship, things like that. Today was different, though. You wanted to do all three by sunset.
First, you wanted to practice using your sword; sometimes your arm gave out. You went up to a novice who happened to be there to practice.
He agreed and got up to the practice area. Both of you quickly brought out your swords and readied your stance.
You were skillful and quick, but holding swords for a very long period of time is the thing you had to practice.
The novice charged at you in the most inexperienced way, but you quickly evaded and slashed his back. Little bits of crimson red stained his robes. He growled in annoyance.
"I quit. I have to wash this all over again!" He shouted at you, angrily. He sheathed his sword, and walked away.
"Some attitude you have....novices." You grumbled. You ran quickly to the garden, wanting to practice your running skills. You hid behind a bush when you heard whispers.
Looking over the bush, you saw four people there, in separate places. On the left was Malik and Kadar, most likely teaching the youngest about the history of Assassins. The second pair is what bothered you the most. Why did it bother you?
Oh, because the other female assassin (which you didn't know that existed), was busy smooching a novice, dead center of the garden. How that didn't bother Malik and Kadar was beyond your thinking capacity.
You quickly ran away, into end of the castle. Everyone said it was easier to go into the castle, up the stairs, blah, blah, blah, but you though it was better to just climb to the top.
Scaling the wall as fast as you can, you hopped over the ledge to reach to top. You bent over to try and catch your breath.
"Wow. That must have taken most my energy." You muttered. You looked up, about to decide which platform you wanted to jump off of, but you saw another fellow assassin already at the spot you wanted.
You crept around, trying to get a glimpse of the assassin's face. The assassin was silently standing there, occasionally stretching.
You sighed. You couldn't see his face, so you gave up. You walked over to the one on his right, and prepared your stance.
"Nice day?" You murmured.
"Hm." He responded. You realized you have a chance to look at him.
So naturally you did.
When you saw who he was, you nearly fainted.
'Holy crap of all sheep of the herd! It's Altaïr!' You mentally groaned. You hate to admit it, but had the tiniest of crushes on him.
'I mean, c'mon! He's tall, handsome, pretty darn muscular, but not too much-' You literally slapped yourself for thinking about that.
Altaïr have you a sideways look, as if he was saying, 'Uh, are you okay?'
"Want to have a contest?" You asked.
"Why not?" You pouted. You rarely pouted, but he is an exception, a nice looking exception. A very handsome indeed-
"I am here to expert my skills, not play around!" He said sternly. With that, he jumped.
Wanting to follow him, you jumped as well.
You quickly caught up to him. 'Either I'm getting fat, or we are pretty much the same weight. I can't believe I caught up to him...' You mused.
He noticed your presence, so he stared at you. Quite a strange thing to do while falling.
You wanted a competition.
So you made one.
You began doing small little tricks that might make him get the picture. Once he saw you do a somersault, he understood. He started doing poses. It might have looked strange to many people, but to you, it was amazing.
He suddenly flipped backward, confusing you. Not for long.
You both landed on the haystack. He quickly climb out, stretching. You, still dazed by the sudden landing, lied there.
Altaïr stared at you, unblinking.
"You might need to get up."
"There is not much decency in your position." He smirked. You quickly noticed what position you were in: you were sitting like a dog.
You hastily got up and excused yourself.
Altaïr waved you off and starting walking. Not wanting to be left behind, you ran behind him.
"Uh, Altaïr?" You asked, not calling him in the formal way. He paid no attention.
"Do you think we could...practice again tomorrow?" You asked nervously. He stopped walking, and you fell right on top of him.
In a clumsy way, you got up and dusted yourself. He got up and glared at you, before regaining his composure.
"Fine. Sunrise. Be sharp!" He responded before running away. When he was out of sight, you did what any female would do:
And squeal you did. Loudly.
You happily entered the dining hall, sitting near Malik and Kadar.
"Hi, (Y/n)!" Kadar cheered.
"Hello, (y/n)." Malik greeted while taking a bite of his bread.
"Hello. Is Altaïr here?" You asked a little bit too excited.
Kadar smirked. "Why? Does (y/n) have a crush?" He teased.
"Oh hush, Kadar. Maybe she is just curious." Malik scolded, but smirked as well.
You shook you head while giggling shyly.
"Hello." Altaïr said behind you. You whipped around and smiled. You greeted him and scooted over. He sat down.
Altaïr began to eat, but Al Mualim told him to retrieve something in town. He sighed and left wordlessly. Such a busy man.
The three of you ate silently, until Malik spoke.
"(Y/n), what did you do?"
You froze and looked genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"
Malik noticed your confusion and said, "Well, after he came back from the excercise, he said he saw you. Then he left with a small smile. Kadar and I have never seen Altaïr smile in so long."
You looked down and smiled softly.
"I don't know...perhaps he changed."