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Chapter 8.
It has been a few days since Altair had his finger cut off. Ever since then, he wore a rag on his left hand, to hide the marks of the wrath of God. He lived alone in the cave as everyone was gone and Tusvil told him that he did not deserve another chance for a mission, no matter how hard he begged. He was down in the doldrums for the next three days. He prayed to God every night and day for another chance. He stood on his knees in front of the corner with icons of God in his room with the Bible in his hands, praying. Praying to God to let him have another chance, another try. Praying that God would watch over him and guide him in his tasks to save the Holy Land. Altair believed his prayers would not be unanswered. And they were not.
Master came back from his mission with success on his face. He was happy, which was a rarity in my eyes. When I met him, he did not say a word to me. He did not even look at me. He calmly walked over to his room. Before entering, he turned to me and told me to come in with him after I was finished cleaning the kitchen. I did finish and walked into his room, finding him sitting in a chair over the big table where we all had meetings.
“You did not fail anything while I was gone, have you?” – I sensed deep sarcasm in his voice. He was pouring salt on my open wounds, hoping to see if I can take the pain. I could. But that pain drove me to do something else. The dagger, which I used to kill my first two victims, was in my pocket. During those minutes, it felt really heavy. I felt powerful from the rage inside, that I had stored for him. He did not seem like God to me anymore, he was just a normal human with flesh and blood. He was a mortal. He was a mortal that angered me. I can kill mortals.
The dagger in my pocket came out very quick. I wanted that dagger to be buried as deep as possible inside his throat. He was not paying attention to me while he was reading some parchment. The dagger was in my hand. My hand felt very itchy, I wanted to pull it out and throw it. Launch it, empowering it with the whirlwind of hatred I had for him. I must have been not thinking clearly that night. Too quick to realize what I was doing myself I pulled the dagger out and threw it aiming at my Masters head. It was flying slowly. I could count all the turns it made while it was in the air. It was then when I realized what I had done. I was going to kill the Master. My anger for him and my fear of him were fighting in those smallest of moments. The knife was an inch away, one more turn and my Master would not see the light of day again…
He caught it. I had no idea how anyone on this Earth could be this quick, except God. Only Master could have caught the dagger so effortlessly. I was left staggered, and amazed all in one second. My anger was gone, even my hand stopped aching so enormously. “A raging fire inside your soul becomes dying embers much too quick. You must keep your flame steady, knowing how to keep it from dying out.” - he said while tossing the dagger back at me. I caught it and put it back, unsure why hasn’t he punished me. God can really be a cruel punisher, but he can also be forgiving. “You must rid yourself of the foolishness, and become a real Assassin.” – he said turning to face me. I was still mad at him for letting Tusvil get the best of me. “I will let you have another chance, your prayers did not go unanswered,” – Master smiled at me. It was one of those times when Master was forgiving, tolerant and kind. “But… why? I thought I would be kept as a houseboy, to clean things while everyone is gone.” – words of Tusvil came back, burning my youthful pride. “Because, I see much promise in you, despite that you failed. You are… just like… me…” – Master became weary looking, and had a shameful look on his face. I wandered what he meant by that. “Are you okay Master?” – knew he had something to tell me, something to get off his soul. “I am not as perfect as you think, Altair…” – somehow, his words brought back another phrase he said to Tusvil, ““You do remember, the one of us who failed his first mission, and how influential he has become in the next years…” – those words rung a clear bell in my mind. “Master you don’t mean that…” Master took off the glove on his left hand, the ring finger was gone… “ I too had failed my first mission…”
i didnt think i would have enough time, but i wrote it today! comments plz?
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Chapter 8.
It has been a few days since Altair had his finger cut off. Ever since then, he wore a rag on his left hand, to hide the marks of the wrath of God. He lived alone in the cave as everyone was gone and Tusvil told him that he did not deserve another chance for a mission, no matter how hard he begged. He was down in the doldrums for the next three days. He prayed to God every night and day for another chance. He stood on his knees in front of the corner with icons of God in his room with the Bible in his hands, praying. Praying to God to let him have another chance, another try. Praying that God would watch over him and guide him in his tasks to save the Holy Land. Altair believed his prayers would not be unanswered. And they were not.
Master came back from his mission with success on his face. He was happy, which was a rarity in my eyes. When I met him, he did not say a word to me. He did not even look at me. He calmly walked over to his room. Before entering, he turned to me and told me to come in with him after I was finished cleaning the kitchen. I did finish and walked into his room, finding him sitting in a chair over the big table where we all had meetings.
“You did not fail anything while I was gone, have you?” – I sensed deep sarcasm in his voice. He was pouring salt on my open wounds, hoping to see if I can take the pain. I could. But that pain drove me to do something else. The dagger, which I used to kill my first two victims, was in my pocket. During those minutes, it felt really heavy. I felt powerful from the rage inside, that I had stored for him. He did not seem like God to me anymore, he was just a normal human with flesh and blood. He was a mortal. He was a mortal that angered me. I can kill mortals.
The dagger in my pocket came out very quick. I wanted that dagger to be buried as deep as possible inside his throat. He was not paying attention to me while he was reading some parchment. The dagger was in my hand. My hand felt very itchy, I wanted to pull it out and throw it. Launch it, empowering it with the whirlwind of hatred I had for him. I must have been not thinking clearly that night. Too quick to realize what I was doing myself I pulled the dagger out and threw it aiming at my Masters head. It was flying slowly. I could count all the turns it made while it was in the air. It was then when I realized what I had done. I was going to kill the Master. My anger for him and my fear of him were fighting in those smallest of moments. The knife was an inch away, one more turn and my Master would not see the light of day again…
He caught it. I had no idea how anyone on this Earth could be this quick, except God. Only Master could have caught the dagger so effortlessly. I was left staggered, and amazed all in one second. My anger was gone, even my hand stopped aching so enormously. “A raging fire inside your soul becomes dying embers much too quick. You must keep your flame steady, knowing how to keep it from dying out.” - he said while tossing the dagger back at me. I caught it and put it back, unsure why hasn’t he punished me. God can really be a cruel punisher, but he can also be forgiving. “You must rid yourself of the foolishness, and become a real Assassin.” – he said turning to face me. I was still mad at him for letting Tusvil get the best of me. “I will let you have another chance, your prayers did not go unanswered,” – Master smiled at me. It was one of those times when Master was forgiving, tolerant and kind. “But… why? I thought I would be kept as a houseboy, to clean things while everyone is gone.” – words of Tusvil came back, burning my youthful pride. “Because, I see much promise in you, despite that you failed. You are… just like… me…” – Master became weary looking, and had a shameful look on his face. I wandered what he meant by that. “Are you okay Master?” – knew he had something to tell me, something to get off his soul. “I am not as perfect as you think, Altair…” – somehow, his words brought back another phrase he said to Tusvil, ““You do remember, the one of us who failed his first mission, and how influential he has become in the next years…” – those words rung a clear bell in my mind. “Master you don’t mean that…” Master took off the glove on his left hand, the ring finger was gone… “ I too had failed my first mission…”
i didnt think i would have enough time, but i wrote it today! comments plz?
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