Chilly Times Call For WarmthMalik woke up that morning, to find the Bureau freezing. The three blankets he had wrapped around himself didn't seem like they were enough, as he was curled up into a tight ball. How much did the temperature drop last night ? he thought, shivering as he sat up in bed. He knew that the winter season brought along low temperatures, but they usually weren't this cold. He sat there in bed for a moment, with the blankets wrapped around him, before finally willing himself to stand and get dressed into something warmer. Once dressed, Malik walked out of his room and, once he was in the main part of the Bureau, he realized why it was so cold.Chilly Times Call For Warmth by AnimeLuverGirl123
Snow covered the ground outside. Peeking into the room with the cushions, he found that snow had fallen through the ceiling and had made a nice pile of it on the floor. As he went into the back room to get the broom, he could hear others outside. Most of what he heard were children voices, asking in wonderment what the 'white stuff' wa
Sharing Dreams Across Time"Altair please, I really don't think this is a good ide-"Sharing Dreams Across Time by StealingMoonlight
"Malik!" The hooded assassin turned to his dearest friend and most trusted comrade, a fierce fire burning in his amber glare.
"This is something I need to do. It has been two years since I have killed the Master-"
Even now Altair referred to the treacherous Al Mualim, the closest thing he ever had to a father figure, with respect.
"-two years since we recovered the Apple, two years since you lost your brother and your arm over a dangerous relic and my own stupidity."
Malik opened his mouth to protest, to remind Altair that he forgave him for the terrors that transpired within Solomon's Temple, an event that seemed so long ago in his mind.
Altair raised his hand, stopping the rafiq from repeating words that he had heard many times before, words he did not believe he truly deserved and could therefore never truly accept them.
"I know you no longer blame me what I did, I was a proud, rash, and foolish excuse for an assassin then bu
Namesake"Hey! Get your hands off that, it's mine!"Namesake by darkchocolatebrownie
Malik turned as Altair's eldest child leaped at the youngest, tackling him to the ground, a piece of bread visible as it flew from the child's hands. Altair started forward, grabbing both boys off of each other while Malik suppressed a grin. They were both harmless to each other, really, but they certainly were like their father. Kadar, Altair's eldest turned to the table, hiding his red face after seeing that Malik had arrived, but Jean, the youngest ran to him as soon as he saw Malik, arms outstretched and a wide grin on his face.
"Uncle! You're back!" Malik bent down to hug him, patting Jean on his head. With his lighter brown hair and fair skin, he was an exact copy of his mother, much like his elder sister Laila. "I only wanted a piece, Uncle, it w-"
Kadar turned to Malik and Jean as Malik allowed Jean to climb onto his shoulder, holding out the piece of bread. "Take it. I don't want it anyway."
Malik smiled up at Jean, taking the piece o
What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.What Malik Left Behind by Pixi11
Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in.
No, he was okay.
With this he lifted his head, waiting for the bells to chime that Altair had completed his job. The sleeve where Malik's other arm was supposed to be danced lightly with the breeze that ruffled his hair. He stared at the sky, watching the clouds being pushed slowly by the wind. Malik cleared his throat, finally hearing that same