I just wrote this now... it's a bit for Altair after the end of the game...enjoy
ALTAIR
Slowly, and carefully, Altair approached his victim smoothly and with ease. The crowd were cheering. Chanting. Altair was angry. The wooden platform was centred in the village square. Nobody cared who was going to die. Nobody knew why they did what they did. Just that this ruler had to die. His plan was deadly. Venomous. To kill all who stepped in his way. Altair had a defined feeling of hate towards the man who stood smugly on the platform. About to kill a couple of innocents.
Not going to happen, thought Altair and he pushed aside people from the crowd.
The crowd quietened. The had stopped talking.
'Calm people,' the man said as he walked swiftly around the platform. 'I am here to sentence these people for attempted murder of our master.'
Altair, felt a strange thud of realisation. They had attempted to murder their 'master'. Not the man who spoke now on the platform. Still... they were innocents and had to be saved. The 'master' certainly was evil. He tortured the men and women if they disagreed with his plans for his kingdom. Killed them. Burried them. Forgot them.
'I am sure you all feel a hate towards these people for what they attempted,' the man said.
Hate? Towards these people? Surely these men and women are blind to what their 'master' is well and truly doing.
Altair brushed past a few more people until he was in front of the crowd.
'Watch where you're going!' Somebody hissed at Altair. Altair ignored them.
'That man is to die!' The man pointed a long finger at Altair. Confusion swam through Altair's mind. What was this man talking about? 'He will kill me! Guards! Kill him!'
You've blown it, Altair thought. I will kill you one day. How you recognised me...
I know.
I will kill you one day.
With those last thoughts, Altair took of through the crowd, and ran for his life.
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