Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 7]CHAPTER SEVEN: Shadows in the Dark
After Dhi'bah had fed Henry [to the point where he was begging to be left alone], and had given him her wolf-skin to keep him from the cold; she had made her way back to her quarters. She dressed in her nightgown and washed her face, staring for a moment in the mirror.
She scrutinized her face, her scar. Nope, she thought, That's not going to heal any time soon. She sighed. She never did care too much about the scar not many people saw her face on a regular basis and those who did; cared more about her inside, rather than her outside. But why did it matter so much now? Was she really hiding her face because of the scar? Or because of the shame it brought? Or was it because she really, truly did respect her brothers' etiquettes? She put the thoughts out of her head. The questions could be dealt with later. It wasn't important to tackle them now Or was it? Dhi'bah was troubled by the thought of having to go through the
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 6]CHAPTER SIX: Dinner
If Dhi'bah thought that being Joan's mentor was going to be easy, then she should have thought again. Let's just say, when you have a particularly quirky student, who yells at you for just about anything even though you're the one who is meant to be in complete control and fires questions at you every passing moment and doesn't even bother to pay attention when you're trying to give a comprehensive answer Well, let's just say it wasn't Dhi'bah's idea of 'ease' at all. And it only made it worse when Joan continuously pressed the point of: "Remember, the Master wants you to take care of me." Maybe I should have argued against this further, thought Dhi'bah.
"Oh, and I have one more question," said Joan, as they were making their way to her quarters.
"Do you actually mean 'one' or are you just bluffing me again?" groaned Dhi'bah.
"Hmm I never get tired of asking."
"You can say that again," Dhi'bah muttered.
"What? My father used to tell me that
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 5]CHAPTER FIVE: Master LaAhad
Tha'lab was put into a right state. He was walking around in circles, not talking to anyone and failed to keep the preoccupied look off his face. Joan would have commented that it was cute being so worried and frustrated by his sword-sibling's absence but she felt it was the wrong time and place to mention it. She was asked by Dhi'bah to ask Layth to take her to the Master, but she couldn't find the right words. And she was still trying to put on the good, independent, I-was-born-to-be-an-Assassin impression which wouldn't work too well if she went and asked another person for help. But she didn't fancy the idea of wandering about the Fortress on her own either. So she just stood there: trying to figure out a way to speak to Layth in a 'dignified' manner, without harming her pride. But it wasn't working too well, with Tha'lab being all over-worried and potentially over-protective. He wouldn't talk to anyone, he just continued circling ar
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