He always looked forward to those dreams because they were the only time they were together again. Sometimes they were arguing, sometimes they were loving. I woke up feeling the same way that I did yesterday He hated Robert de Sable, not only because he was a crusader or because he was a Templar. He hoped that Y/N would watch him, that she would forgive him, cheer for him, support him. He hoped to avenge her death by killing his targets. He blamed himself and believed that he deserved everything that happened to him. He saw the tears swelling up in her eyes and felt his own threatening to break free.Įver since that day, he started seeking redemption. He didn’t want to believe that she was dying before him. She looked at Altair, eyes wide, mouth agape. He didn’t reach her… That was the last time he heard her call out for him with her beautiful voice before Robert’s sword stabbed through her back, taking advantage of her distraction. Altair reached out for her to pull her away from the cacaphonia that suddenly happened. “Altair!“ Y/N called, slashing through another soldier. I am also sure that even if you aren’t the best fighters, you can handle several soldiers.” Altair mocked. “We aren’t cowards to hide away in the shadows!” Malik then stepped in “It is in our creed! We work in the dark to serve the light.” The other man just scoffed and pulled his sleeve away from Y/N’s grip “Say what you want.” and with those words he confidently walked towards Robert de Sable to confront him.īut the meaning was gone ‘cause I was crying I am sure the four of us can handle as many soldiers as Robert de Sable can throw at us. What if it’s a trap?” Altair merely scoffed “Listen, Y/N. She, Kadar, Malik and himself were in Solomon’s temple for the “Altair, Malik is right” she spoke, trying to reason with him “We can’t risk going out in the open like this. Y/N tugged his sleeve, trying to stop him from doing anything everyone would regret. Yet he still wondered… was she happy? Was she sad? Was she proud or disappointed with him? Did she love or hate him? He wondered if she was watching him from the heavens, as silly as it sounds. He wasn’t going to lie, he still felt guilt and would never forgive himself for the rest of his life. He remembered her like he saw her only yesterday. Today was the day of her death decades ago, yet Altair remembered it like it was yesterday. A faint, guilty smile tugged at his lips as he honored the memory of Y/N L/N.
Altair looked up at the sky as he sat on a bench outside of the castle of Masyaf.
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