My other version was a drafter version... this version is probably much better. There will probably be some improvements or grammar... things like that. It'd be nice if you could critise this one like the last.
ALTAIR
Slowly, Altair approached his victim with ease. The crowd was cheering… They were gathered around a wooden platform on which stood two poor souls who were undoubtedly going to be killed.
It was Altair’s job to prevent this from happening. He knew that the man, who stood smugly on the platform, observing his two victims, was not the reason behind all of this. But the man was connected, in some way, to the real reason these souls were going to die.
Altair had a defined feeling of hate towards this man, even though he knew he had nothing to do with the sentencing. Just the fact that was so obvious, the man was going to enjoy the citizens hanging. The sun was low on the horizon, its bright way of telling the city it was going to sleep
Tactics, Altair had them planned out. To cautiously walk towards his prey, then, when the man (hopefully) has his back to the crowd, Altair will strike with the silver hidden blade; that’s one of Altair’s favourite styles of his assassination. This was going to be easy.
This man, whoever he was, would kill the innocents in a matter of moments.
Not going to happen, Altair thought as he pushed his way through the crowd.
The crowd was suddenly quiet. All heads seemed to lock onto Altair, then towards the man on the platform.
The man had seen nothing. He had not noticed the fact that all heads had been on Altair for one second. That would have been the end of his position. He would have to get out of there if he was noticed.
Surely, his white cape and hood could mistake him for one of the cities scholars. Altair hoped the man hadn’t noticed anyway.
‘Calm yourselves,’ the man said as he walked swiftly around the platform. ‘I am here to sentence these two putrid assassins of attempted murder towards our master.’
Altair felt a strange thud of realisation. The innocents had attempted to murder their ‘master’. John Calder, a ruler who had to die. Altair felt thanks towards the innocents, but not because they had attempted the murder, but because they had realised John’s true motives. Torture. He claims he will bring peace to his kingdom’s civilization. No. He killed those who disobeyed, those who didn’t believe him. He killed them. He took them away and killed them! And then those who stuck up for the Kingdom were forgotten. The people were bribed not to speak of the ‘traitors’ again. Even family. However, what hurt the most was that Altair’s father amongst them. Revenge.
‘I am sure you all feel a hate towards these people for what they attempted,’ the man said with a venomous hiss.
Hate? Towards these people? Surely the men and women would look up to them and surely there would be some in the crowd who lost their loved ones because of their ‘master.’
Altair brushed past a few more people until he was at the very front of the crowd.
‘Watch where you are going young man!’ Somebody hissed at Altair. Altair ignored them.
A sudden sharp intake of breath, the man had stopped moving around the platform. His shadow seemed to be hovering over Altair. Altair could see it on the ground.
‘You!!!’ The man backed away, Altair raised his head. ‘Guards! Seize that man! He is to die! An assassin!’
What? Confusion swam through Altair. What had given him away? Why did the man recognise him? Altair glanced at the man, and realised exactly who he was, an ex-assassin who was supposedly dead. Had Al Mualim (Altair’s previous master who led and betrayed the assassins) let this man off and gave him some form of instructions? Instructing him to do what?
Almost three seconds had gone by when the ex-assassin had noticed Altair. Altair ran.
He ran from the guards. His plan was destroyed. He would have to wait, wait till dawn before he could strike the ex-assassin. But maybe he will have fled the kingdom by then? Altair would have to act sooner.
With one swift movement, Altair skidded to a stop. Guards were surrounding him, swords raised and ready to strike.
‘I will kill you,’ Altair said. He glanced around, and pulled a sword from his belt. An interrogation is a better plan for my fellow ex-assassin, Altair thought, and he began to fight the guards. Slashing them down, one by one.
That’s when Altair ran for the ex-assassin. And he knew exactly where he would find him…
I'll post part two later.
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