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The bells chimed. The guards ran, and so did the assassin. With the blood covered feather tucked away he ran without looking back, without caring who he would fall into, and without much care of anything at all. He just needed to disappear. The beggars and screams weren't helping his cause, and even though he ran fast the arrows being shot at him were faster. Cursing many times as he fell down to the ground he had no choice but to run around corners that he didn't know where they led. As the guards' voices got louder and the screaming citizens accumilated Altair turned a sharp corner only to find a dead end. Breathing heavily and pulling ou

"I am NOT going in there!" Shouted 11 year old Altair. Malik sighed, "If you don't conquer your fear of water you'll never become a man" "I'm not afraid of anything!" "Then get in the tub." "I don't need a bath!" " How can you say you don't need a bath, when there's dirt smeared all over you!?" "If you really insist on getting me clean, just get me a towel and a basin of water!" Malik groaned, then leaned towards Altair until their noses were almost touching, to look as scary as possible. "Get in the tub, or I'll throw you in." Malik swore he saw Altair shiver, before he darted out of the room. "As if you could catch me!" Malik fi