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Regret ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Altair looked at the horizon of Jerusalem with a soft sigh, the view from the roof of the mosque was beautiful, the golden sun shined down on the crowded city, bathing it in a light that was warm and pure...but Altair felt anything but warm. His golden eyes flicked downwards as he watched the people below go about their daily lives so naïve of the war they were in the middle of...the assassin almost wished he were that naïve, that free. The golden eyed male frowned softly and shook his head at such thoughts; no, he had been born into the brotherhood, he had been born to be raised as and assassin to uphold

PART 4 BITCHES AND NOW I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS SERIES!!!! Now to clarify the above statement with a little bit more detail, this will be the last part of the A Womanizer? series, but I will still continue to write Assassin's creed fanfictions for as long as I love the franchise, which won't go away for a very long time. So enjoy the final part of the A Womanizer? series! ALSO WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING WITH AN ASTERISK (THIS THING *) IN THE DIALOGUE, PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FOR THE TRANSLATION BEFORE READING ON, IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRANSLATION BEFORE MOVING ON IN THE STORY!!! PLEASE GUYS I'M BEGGING YOU! HUMOR ME H

‘It… It feels so warm. What am I doing here? Why is it so dark? …. What was I doing?” A flash of the artifact raced through your head. Your eyes widen and you sit up. “The Artifact!” You were huffing and puffing; looking around you see that you are in a abandoned building. The walls were cracked and let it small rays of light. “Where… where am I?” The sound of a door opening could be heard. Quickly you scanned the room and hid behind some crates. “[Y/n]?” Your eyes widen, and peak out from behind the crates. “E-Emily?” Emily turned around to and gave her a close

Shipwreck in a sea of faces There’s a dreamy world up there Dear friends in higher places Carry me away from here You gazed longingly at the sky high above, cringing in pain as you shifted your wing closer to your body, eager to preserve what little warmth you could. Why had you been foolish enough to try to fly? Your mum and da had warned you so many times to keep waiting until you were stronger, until you were bigger and better. Then again, your mum and da might as well have given up long ago. You had waited for so long, much longer than any of the others. You had been so small and sick for so long that there had been whispers th