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"Malik! Kadar! Hurry up! If we’re going to watch the races, we need to find a good spot." Altair was walking ahead, glancing back at his two best friends as they walked through a water puddle.

"Yes, I know, Altair." Malik rolled his eyes, smiling a little bit. His friend was always so impatient…

"Malik! Malik, look!" Kadar was trailing slightly behind his older brother. He was gripping Malik’s hand tightly in his own, but now, he was staring up in awe at the sky.

"What is it, Kadar?" Malik paused and looked up.

Two falcons were soaring through the blue, cloudless sky, their shrieks piercing the air but going unnoticed by the citizens of Masyaf below. Their talons were locked with each other’s, and they appeared to be wrestling over a snake, their sharp, curved beaks snapping at one another’s feathers and wings. A third falcon suddenly came swooping in out of seemingly nowhere, snatching the serpent’s body from the other two birds before soaring away as quickly as it had came.

Malik and Kadar stared silently up at the sky as the other two falcons departed and went their own ways, their shrill cries ringing out in a hollow, lonely manner.

"Wow…that was amazing…" Even Altair seemed spellbound as he kept his eyes fixed upon the now-empty, vast, blue desert above.

"It was," Malik agreed with a nod.

"Now let’s go!" Altair took off again.

"Last one there is a novice!" Malik grinned as he broke into a run, Kadar giggling as he ran along behind his brother.

~

"…you alright?"

"What?" Malik snapped out of his flashback and glanced up at his fellow Assassin in front of him.

"I asked if you were alright." Altair had paused several steps in front of him, looking back at the one-armed rafiq.

Malik glanced around. The streets of Jerusalem were crowded, the day was hot, and the air was horridly still. He glanced down at the little puddle he had walked in. He saw himself there in the water, his eyes hollow, the smile gone from his face.

"Malik?" Altair was still watching him, his eyes cold and hidden in the shadow of his hood.

"Sorry, I was thinking." Malik shook himself and moved towards Altair. "Let’s go…"

The two men resumed their walk through the streets of Jerusalem, and the tiny bit of water left in the puddle slowly finished evaporating, memories going with it.

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"Malik! Kadar! Hurry up! If we’re going to watch the races, we need to find a good spot." Altair was walking ahead, glancing back at his two best friends as they walked through a water puddle.

"Yes, I know, Altair." Malik rolled his eyes, smiling a little bit. His friend was always so impatient…

"Malik! Malik, look!" Kadar was trailing slightly behind his older brother. He was gripping Malik’s hand tightly in his own, but now, he was staring up in awe at the sky.

"What is it, Kadar?" Malik paused and looked up.

Two falcons were soaring through the blue, cloudless sky, their shrieks piercing the air but going unnoticed by the citizens of Masyaf below. Their talons were locked with each other’s, and they appeared to be wrestling over a snake, their sharp, curved beaks snapping at one another’s feathers and wings. A third falcon suddenly came swooping in out of seemingly nowhere, snatching the serpent’s body from the other two birds before soaring away as quickly as it had came.

Malik and Kadar stared silently up at the sky as the other two falcons departed and went their own ways, their shrill cries ringing out in a hollow, lonely manner.

"Wow…that was amazing…" Even Altair seemed spellbound as he kept his eyes fixed upon the now-empty, vast, blue desert above.

"It was," Malik agreed with a nod.

"Now let’s go!" Altair took off again.

"Last one there is a novice!" Malik grinned as he broke into a run, Kadar giggling as he ran along behind his brother.

~

"…you alright?"

"What?" Malik snapped out of his flashback and glanced up at his fellow Assassin in front of him.

"I asked if you were alright." Altair had paused several steps in front of him, looking back at the one-armed rafiq.

Malik glanced around. The streets of Jerusalem were crowded, the day was hot, and the air was horridly still. He glanced down at the little puddle he had walked in. He saw himself there in the water, his eyes hollow, the smile gone from his face.

"Malik?" Altair was still watching him, his eyes cold and hidden in the shadow of his hood.

"Sorry, I was thinking." Malik shook himself and moved towards Altair. "Let’s go…"

The two men resumed their walk through the streets of Jerusalem, and the tiny bit of water left in the puddle slowly finished evaporating, memories going with it.