Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 4]CHAPTER FOUR: The Fortress
Joan was mesmerized by the sheer size of the Fortress. It was HUGE. It had towers and turrets, a protective parapet at its front. Red flags worn by the sand fluttered in the cold evening-desert breeze, and little holes poked out of the powerful walls, signifying windows. But the sight that stood out the most to Joan: were the few shrubs and low trees that grew around the ridge of the Fortress's foundation. It wasn't anything special like the orange trees on the coast of Spain or the rose bushes in Joan's family estate garden but it was still more reassuring to view than an endless sea of sand. The Fortress wasn't like a Norman castle or an Angevin fortress the Assassins' Fortress had no mote or bailey. And Joan couldn't see any guards or soldiers on patrol. She guessed that the sandy hue of the Fortress was meant to make it blend in as though hidden in plain sight. It had a courtyard that was something at least
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 3]CHAPTER THREE: The Trek to the Fortress
The company trotted away from the army. Joan felt the rhythm of the horses trot, and felt slightly sea-sick [if that could be possible in the middle of the desert] she was not used to riding horses... at least not such heavily-built war-horses as had been provided for her. To take her mind off the churning of her stomach, she looked back at the two armies [if the second could be called an army]. The man in the black cloak was at the very front of his army and at the very centre of attention, mounted on a white steed and holding his sword out. The soldiers were all ready, swords drawn and shields held aloof. The Captain and his army looked sheepish in comparison. It was good that Dhi'bah asked mercy for the other army, thought Joan; they wouldn't have stood a chance otherwise. The man in the black cloak was taunting his opponents in a very ludicrous manner. Spitting and swearing with very little control over himself. It was difficult to tel
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 2]CHAPTER TWO: Rescue
Joan looked around her. She was suddenly surrounded by fully-armored men on horses. She was so entranced by Dhi'bah's fight, and the Captain's demands; to notice the men until they were right beside her. Throughout the whole affair, Joan had had her mouth wide open completely unable to express her feelings in words. Dhi'bah was ahead of her. The young crusader's body had been removed. And the Captain's cavalry were taken aback by the sheer sight of Dhi'bah's aiders. These were professional warriors, who had travelled the world fighting war after war. They were just a small band of ruffians that the Captain's superiors had sent into the desert to destroy any stray Assassins. This wasn't just a cat facing a mouse. This was an eagle facing a snail.
A man who stood out distinctly from the other soldiers dismounted and made his way to Dhi'bah. He wore white robes that were clasped by a thick belt just like Dhi'bah but his belt was lined