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Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 30,31,32]CHAPTER THIRTY: Discovery
Joan rushed to the door, leaving the book under her pillow once more. She opened the door, and suppressed a sigh of relief. It was Layth though she didn't know what he was doing here she was just relieved it wasn't Dhi'bah. "Layth," she said a bit too cheerfully, "What is it you want?"
He titled his head, "Dhi'bah told me to call you so you wouldn't be late for dinner."
"Oh," said Joan, "That was nice of her and you."
"Well, I do deal in courtesy."
Joan giggled, "Yes, I've heard you also dealt in crazy."
" Where did you hear that?"
Damn it! Joan thought. "Um I've heard it being mentioned you know from here and there "
"Oh, really," Layth folded his arms, "From who?"
"I can't tell," said Joan, "I uh didn't see who it was "
"Well, from the way you've turned bright red, I'd say you were lying... What have you been up to?"
Layth didn't buy it, but shrugged the topic off, "Come on," he said, "B
Assassin's Creed Reminiscence [Chapter 29]CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Day Four Horse-riding [And the final part of Master LaAhad's Journal]
"Ouch," said Joan, "I agree with Tha'lab: Horses do suck!"
"Oh, quit complaining, " replied Dhi'bah, smirking, "We're done for the day anyway."
Joan sighed in relief. She knew that they'd finish early today, but it was so good to hear it! The whole Fortress was on alert because Henry d'Anjou the prisoner that was taken after the miniature skirmish with the Captain a few days ago had gone missing. Joan wondered how he got out of this place with all its guards and security measures [and, not to mention, late-comers to Layth's class on night-shift guard duty]. Both ladies dismounted their horses, and ducked through the doors of the Fortress with them.
"Finally, Joan," said Dhi'bah, as they made their way to the stables, "Something you're good at."
"I used to ride with some friends when I was still living as our estate in France," said Joan, "but I haven't had much practic
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapters 26-28]CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Master LaAhad's Journal
The moon was gorgeous in the night's sky. The stars scattered about like little pinpricks on a black-velvet that never failed to amaze any on-looker. The desert sand beneath the heavens a fiery red, that couldn't possibly burn brighter. Joan smiled, and closed the latches to her window. She breathed in deeply, finally able to enjoy something after a hard day's work. One dead pigeon and she felt on top of the world. Or maybe it wasn't the pigeon maybe it was the elation she felt now that Dhi'bah finally trusted her. She didn't know, Joan was just happy. She sat on her bed, and immediately frowned.
The lump under her pillow.
Dhi'bah trusted her now, but what would she do when she found that Joan was looking through her miserable past? Except it didn't seem all that miserable now that she was getting married to LaAhad [in the Journal, anyway]. Joan scowled and picked up the Journal finding the dog-ear in the page where she l
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapters 23,24,25]CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Day Two Climbing
Joan closed the Journal. She laid back her head a moment and reflected on everything she had read. All of what Dhi'bah had answered her was a lie. Well, she thought, Not ALL of it. On their first encounter, Dhi'bah had told Joan that she had learnt French from reading the letters between the Master and Joan. Joan now understood that that was not Dhi'bah's method of learning the language, but Joan supposed that Dhi'bah still would have read through the Master's letters. Why wouldn't she? thought Joan, The Master was her husband. Another thing that Dhi'bah had hid from her: The Master wasn't just Dhi'bah's mentor; he was her life-partner. Funny. The Master and Dhi'bah. Both were dead serious at times, and both could joke around at other times. Joan could see how they would fit together, but married? That came as a bit of a shock even though as soon as Joan had read it in the Master's Journal her mind screamed: I KNEW IT!! Joan laughed again,
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 21 and 22]CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Master LaAhad's Journal
Joan was shocked by Dhi'bah's plot against Jean-Paul d'Gaulle, but she didn't understand how master LaAhad had gained so much information about it. She supposed that Dhi'bah told him about it, or perhaps she had written this part in his journal although, the prospect of a student writing in her mentor's diary was a somewhat [i.e. VERY] strange concept for Joan to grasp
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Jean-Paul d'Gaulle was a very handsome man. Despite his brother being an over-weight, hideous oaf; Jean-Paul was a man of great stature, a good build, and [apparently] caught every woman's eye. He had dark shoulder-length hair, bottle-green eyes, and stubble grew on his chin. He was married and had a daughter, but that didn't stop him being a flirt and it didn't stop him from whoring. Even now, as he lay in his pavilion, waiting to break the Assassin Fortress, he lay with only sheets covering him. He groaned, yawning, and looked to his left.
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 19 and 20]CHAPTER NINTEEN: Master LaAhad's Journal
Joan sighed. When was Dhi'bah going to get back? She was enjoying the Master's journal, but there was like this little worm eating at her gut for every word she read. She wasn't MEANT to be reading this. She wasn't meant to know that the Master whined like a twelve-year-old girl whenever he referred to Ad-Damashqi. She wasn't meant to know that Dhi'bah had been a concubine. She wasn't meant to know that Tha'lab hated horses. Or that Layth was an immature troublemaker. Or that Harith had set the Fortress on fire after mixing chemicals that weren't meant to be mixed because he thought it would be fun [and this had scared Joan the most]. Or that Master At-Tameem had a tendency to talk about uncomfortable subjects in public [like LaAhad not being able to find a bride, for instance]. She wasn't meant to know any of this. But she now did. And not only did she feel terrible, but there was a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach: What if anyone found o
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 17 and 18]CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Master LaAhad's Journal
Joan got bored again quickly. After Dhi'bah's [or Khawla's] 'rescue' from Guy d'Gaulle, things in the Fortress hadn't really changed. Master At-Tameem had scolded the three silly Assassins-in-training for sneaking out and put punishments in the hands of Ad-Damashqi. Layth was doing night-shifts for the next three months, Tha'lab was cleaning stables for what he claimed was 'the rest of his life', and LaAhad who seemed to be Ad-Damashqi's favorite student was serving as a human target for archery until he graduated as an Assassin. Of course, Khawla took full responsibility, but Master At-Tameem would not hear it. The young men needed to be disciplined.
Master LaAhad bickered in his journal like a five-year-old, and it made Joan laugh hysterically. But it didn't really interest her. After a while it got really tedious, and Joan was again about to put the book down. But she read a passage where Master At-Tameem had ass
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 16]CHAPTER SIXTEEN Tha'lab's Past
Dhi'bah cradled her brother's face between her hands. He was crying. Sobbing was a better word. "Tha'lab," she said gently, "Please stop "
Dhi'bah was so confused. She didn't know what to do. She had never seen Tha'lab cry he was the strongest person she knew! She brushed the tears away with her thumbs, "You can't cry like this Tha'lab," she said, "What if Umar saw? He wouldn't fear you any more!"
Tha'lab glared at her, "That boy will fear me even if I was still sucking my thumb!"
" You suck your thumb?"
"No, I oh, forget it! I know what you're doing, please don't do it."
"Tha'lab, I don't understand You said you didn't like me and the Master "
"He is NOT 'the Master' to you, Dhi'bah why can't you understand that?"
"He's just enslaved you again! Like being a slave to three different people wasn't enough for you!"
Dhi'bah sighed, "Masood, listen to me."
Tha'lab looked at her, " No-one calls
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 14 and 15]CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Explaining Grumpiness
Umar was enjoying his ride. Since they left the Fortress, he'd been driving Dhi'bah crazy. Or at least he thought he was. He was constantly trying to get her mad, but every time he tilted on Anas' back pretending to fall over Dhi'bah just smirked and said: "You fall over and I'll get your Uncle Tha'lab to pick you up." And that was the last thing Umar wanted. For one thing, Uncle Tha'lab was not in a good mood. Umar knew he wouldn't be. That's why he didn't want to wake him up. Tha'lab was grumbling, and cursing, and shouting at Umar for being annoying when, really, Umar was on his best behavior like his father asked him to be. If Tha'lab had anything throw-able in his hands, he'd be throwing things at Umar the whole way.
Umar looked around him, and took a deep breath. He had hoped that Dhi'bah would get Anas to gallop so he could feel the humid desert air turn chill as it ran its fingers through his brown hair.
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