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Crossover Universe – The Lonely Eagle

Summary: Altaïr's life and losing his beloved before he entered into Crossover Universe… Trigger Warnings: Violence, death and depression

I just want to point out that Altaïr is from an AU took place before the AC1 events (which eventually won't happen), Adha is not the Chalice, and Umar cared for his son as much as he could because of Al Mualim's ban love. And I don't know how to describe the fights well and the ending kinda sucks. Sorry... 😅

Enjoy! 💗

The sun was setting behind the walls of Damascus, the sun's rays were slowly being absorbed by the shadow. In the bureau, the young Master Assassin brought Rafiq a bloody feather as proof of the target being killed.

"Excellent work, Altaïr," playful Rafiq complimented, "You can rest here so you can gain your strength to return to Masyaf tomorrow."

Altaïr waved his hand, "I don't need to," he replied, "I'd rather go." "But it's getting dark." "You don't have to be worried. It's not my first, nor last journey. Safety and peace, Rafiq." Rafiq nodded, bid him farewell and continued his work.

Altaïr left the bureau and ran across the rooftops until he reached near the gate of the city in the Rich District. But he had no plans to go there. Instead, he jumped into one of the balconies where a young woman was arranging flowers. She noticed his shadow and looked behind.

"Safety and peace, Adha," Altaïr smiled warmly, and the woman ran in excitement towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Altaïr! You've arrived!" "I promised, remember?" he laughed softly and returned her hug, "I always keep my promises." They stayed in a long embrace until Adha kissed his scarred lips. Altaïr glady kissed her back.

The two first met a few years ago on a Damascus street. Adha was harassed by a drunken guard and Altaïr saved her from him. Since then, they liked to meet each other secretly, even Altaïr trained her to defend herself and eventually they fell in love.

After the kiss, they took a breath and looked into each other's eyes. "Let's go inside," Adha suggested, "It's getting cold."

Altaïr happily followed her into her bedroom. He took off his weapons, gloves, and hood so he could lay on the pillows and cuddle with her. The couple started making out and showed so much love and passion to each other.

"I love you, habibi," Adha whispered these sweet words that caressed Altaïr's heart and he played with her beautiful long black hair while gazing at her gorgeous face. "I love you too, habibti."

As they snuggled together, Altaïr wondered if he could change his life. He had never felt happier than when he was with Adha. Would he take her into Masyaf so they could live there together? But what would Al Mualim say about it? He was opposed to love. He always told Altaïr and the rest of brothers that love, both parental and romantic, is a weakness and a distraction to emotions from focus and logic.

Altaïr never understood why because he felt being stronger thinking about Adha and his late father Umar. He remembered when he was eight years old boy, once he was playing with Malik and Kadar and accidentally dropped a pile of papers from the table. It angered the master and wanted to punish him by beating him. Thankfully, Umar stopped Al Mualim at the right time and took Altaïr away from him. His father only reprimanded Altaïr, but still he knew he was only a child and hugged him comfortingly.

However, after his father's death, Altaïr experienced physical punishments from Al Mualim more frequently when he said something inappropriate or disobeyed his master. It got worse when Abbas turned his back on him and began to hate him because of the truth about his father's suicide, thinking Altaïr wanted to shame him in front of the whole brotherhood. And later Altaïr was running back and forth on missions like an obedient dog, even though he had attained the rank of Master Assassin. He was getting mentally tired and had enough of the killing.

He wondered if he had not been born into a brotherhood, but if he had been born as a merchant or a farmer. If since childhood he would have held a mattock instead of a sword. Instead of fighting to the death, he would have plowed the fields and sold goods. What would it be like to live as an ordinary civilian living a peaceful life with his family? He had never known this life, but it fascinated him.

"Altaïr?" Adha's voice roused him from his thoughts, "Are you alright? You're quiet." She kissed his cheek and he smiled softly. "I'm sorry, dear. I was just… Thinking…" "About what?" Her curious sweet voice tickled his ears and she snuggled against his chest while Altaïr petted her head.

"Whether I would… I would I leave the brotherhood and live with you forever." Adha's smile disappeared and she was unpleasantly surprised. "What? But you can't just tell your Mentor you're going to leave! He won't let you!"

"I know. And that's why we'd rather run away from the Holy Land together." "But they will pursue and kill us for treason!" Altaïr cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead to comfort her.

"You don't have to panic, my love," he whispered with a smile, "I have a plan… The next time I have another mission in Damascus, I will complete it, then come to you and we will escape together at night." "But where?"

He thought for a moment while cuddling his beloved. Then an idea hit him: "We'll go south to Alexandria and find a new home there."

"And aren't there assassins as well?" "Yes, but they won't recognize me." "And what if they notice your ring finger is missing?" "I'll tell them I lost my finger while fighting a bandit."

Adha became sad, tears appeared in her eyes. "What's wrong?" Altaïr asked concerned. "Sorry Altaïr," Adha sniffled, "I'm only worried about us. I never went so far from home-" "Shh… You don't have to worry, habibti. I will protect you. I promise."

Adha calmed down as Altaïr snuggled closer and kissed her. "As you wish, Altaïr. I'll follow you to Alexandria." "Trust me, Adha. Next time I come to you, we'll leave the Holy Land and start over. We'll have a beautiful life together…"

One month later, Altaïr was given the mission in Damascus, packed his most valuable belongings and took one last look at Al Mualim and Abbas with a frown. Then he walked slowly through Masyaf like saying goodbye to his home. He jumped on his horse and looked at Masyaf Castle for the last time.

"Ma'a salama…" he quietly said farewell and galloped away. He reached Damascus after less than two days, then he completed the mission and in the evening went to Adha. He knocked on the balcony door and she opened it.

"Altaïr…" They hugged again and kissed each other's lips. "So are we leaving today?" Adha inquisitively asked. He nodded and stared lovingly at his beloved while she started packing. "Let me help you, dear," Altaïr asserted and helped her find the important things, which made Adha giggle. Later together they left Damascus at night.

Both of them traveled through deserts for several days. They have managed to avoid conflicts and bandits. They arrived at Tyre, where they boarded a ship bound for Alexandria. Altaïr hoped that no Assassins or Templars had found and followed them. Fortunately, everything went according to his plan and he relaxed.

The ship sailed on the Mediterranean Sea under the night sky, while the passengers slept in the berth. Altaïr sat while hugging the sleeping Adha, keeping an eye on everyone around them, ready to defend his beloved. Adha murmed something quietly and opened her eyes.

"Is everything alright, Adha?" Altaïr breathed with slight concern. "And you're not sleeping?" muttered Adha playfully. "I'm just guarding you. I don't trust anyone here." "I understand, but you could use some sleep." Altaïr chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I'll sleep later, don't worry about me." "By the way, Altaïr?" "Yes, love?"

Adha placed her hands on his cheeks and gazed into his mysterious golden eyes. "When you told me you always keep promises… Promise me one thing: if something happens to one of us, we'll find someone else to be happy with.''

Altaïr didn't understand what she meant by this. "Why? I love only you, Adha. Nobody else!" "Don't worry, I love only you as well, but if-" "No if, dear. Nothing bad is going to happen to us, alright?"

Adha sighed and cuddled closer to him. "Alright. Sorry." "Don't apologize, habibti. I know you're just scared," Altaïr smiled warmly, "Tomorrow we will be in Alexandria and we will begin a new beautiful life. Trust me."

Later in the early morning before dawn, Altaïr and Adha slept together with the other passengers. They were suddenly awakened by a scream from outside.

"The crusaders! The crusaders are attacking!" shouted one panicked passenger. Altaïr didn't hesitate and pulled out his dagger. "Shit… Templars must have found us!" he cussed, "Adha! Hide!" Adha fearfully attended at him and quickly kissed him hard on the lips passionately.

He kissed her back and they immediately stared at each other. "Please… Be careful…" Adha spoken in low voice and then hid. Altaïr heard the screams of the slain passengers and the clanging of metals. Hiding in the shadows, he waited for his prey.

The three crusaders were heading to the berth and that's when Altaïr struck, stabbing one of them in the neck. "An assassin! Kill him!" and the fight began. Altaïr taunted the crusaders confidently, fighting agaist two was a piece of cake for him.

He deflected their swords away with his dagger and stabbed another man several times in the chest. The last younger crusader started to panic, which gave Altaïr an advantage.

But the young crusader began to shout: "Help! Assassin is here! He wants to kill me!" Altaïr could not afford it and was about to kill him, but three more crusaders caught up and the fight continued. Being an experienced fighter, Altaïr was now at a disadvantage. One of the taller crusaders punched him into face until he fell to the ground.

The enemy was about to give him a fatal blow, but Adha jumped up and stabbed with a sword that belonged to the slain foe. "Adha!" Altaïr panicked, quickly getting to his feet and fighting on, now side by side with his beloved. "I can't let you fight alone!" she screamed. Altaïr focused on the fight and killed another crusader. The last two remained and managed to defeat them.

The couple looked at each other, panting from exhaustion, and proudly smiled. Suddenly, Adha stiffened, the young crusader was about to stab Altaïr from behind. "Altaïr! Behind you!" she yelled. Altaïr dodged but the crusader managed to stab Adha into chest.

"ADHA! NO!" Altaïr cried, knocking the crusader to the side and holding his beloved in his arms. "Adha! Don't worry! I'll get you out of this somehow-"

"Altaïr…" Adha stopped him, "It's the end of me…" she coughed up blood and was breathing heavily. Altaïr shook his head in disbelief, tears started streaming from his eyes. "No… NO! Don't leave me, Adha! Please! Stay with me, my love!" Adha weakly placed her left hand on his cheek, her thumb gently caressing his lip scar. "I love you, Altaïr…" she whispered weakly with a sad smile. Then her hand fell to the ground and her soul departed with a final sigh.

More Altaïr's tears slid down his cheeks. He was looking into her now dead eyes. He couldn't believe it was reality… He has lost his beloved forever… Just like he lost his parents forever… With an aching heart, he gently closed her eyes with his fingers, hugged her body tightly and cried.

"Adha… I'm so sorry… This wasn't supposed to happen… It's all my fault… Please forgive me… My love…"

As he mourned, he heard the wounded young crusader crawling across the floor. Altaïr's face changed from sadness to rage. He raised his dagger and lunged at him. "You… Will… SUFFER!" he growled viciously and began stabbing the crusader's shoulder several times, causing his victim to scream in pain until he died.

Altaïr left the berth and went outside. The ship became a deadly battleground. He ran and bloodthirsty killed every crusader he saw. However, rage blinded his perception of his surroundings. One brute ran at him and hit him so hard that Altaïr fell overboard into the sea.

He could use the rest of his strength to swim up, but he lost the motivation…

There was nothing to fight for anymore…

He slowly closed his eyes and accepted his fate…

Adha…

My love…

I failed to protect you…

My plan was a terrible idea…

Darkness…

Silence…

Only darkness and silence…

Is it the end?

Am I in the afterlife?

Is there finally peace?

If so, please forgive me when we meet again…

Please…

Forgive me, habibti…

Wait a minute?

I'm breathing…

No water?

Wait?

The voices?

I don't understand a word, but I can hear them…

I'm starting to understand them now…

I must open my eyes…

Altaïr slowly opened his eyes, seeing the room in a blur. "Look! He's waking up!" an unknown female voice heard. He noticed two people in front of him, but couldn't see them properly.

"You're alive, neb!" the man's voice rejoiced. Altaïr blinked and finally saw the persons much better: a middle-aged man and woman, both with similarly long black dreadlocks and wearing robes and weapons. They realized they were assassins, but they didn't seem to be from the Levantine Brotherhood. He had no idea if it was the afterlife or a dream or they saved him and made it to Alexandria.

The first thing he asked was: "Where is Adha?" Pain could be heard in his voice. The couple looked at each other incomprehension. "Where is Adha!?" he cried plaintively, "Where is my beloved?!"

The woman grabbed his shoulders, "Calm down! Breathe!" Altaïr took a deep breath and exhaled, to calm himself down. "What is your name, young man?" she asked him.

"Al… Altaïr…" he introduced himself wearily, "Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad." The older pair couldn't believe their ears, "That famous Mentor Altaïr?" the man asked in disbelief. "What?" Altaïr didn't understand, "No, not a Mentor. I'm only a Master Assassin… Or was… And who are you?"

"My name is Bayek of Siwa and this is Amunet," an older man introduced, "We are the Mentors of the Assassin Brotherhood." "Wait? Amunet? Shouldn't you live a thousand years ago?!" Altaïr was shocked. He heard about her in the legends, how she killed Cleopatra thanks to the cobra.

"That's not possible… This is just a dream! It's all just a dream! I must wake up!" "It's not a dream, Altaïr," Amunet replied sadly. "So I'm actually dead?" "Not even this," Bayek shook his head, "Our scouts found you lying unconscious on the beach near the hideout."

"And Adha?" Altaïr asked with hope. "Only you, neb," Bayek added glumly, "We're so sorry about your lost." Altaïr's heart ached from his words and he felt hollow. "Then… Where am I?"

"You are now in Accipiteria, in the Island of Eagle," Amunet answered, "In other words, in the island of Assassins." "Never heard about it before," Altaïr said confused.

"Because this isn't Earth, this is Thansuokria," Bayek continued, "A planet where several alternate timelines and worlds merge into a single universe."

"What is this sorcery?! Impossible!" Altaïr trembled, "I don't belong here! I have to go back!"

Bayek and Amunet just stared pitifully at the poor Master Assassin. "None of us belong here as well. We were also stunned when we found ourselves on this world," Bayek said trying to encourage him, "But we are Assassins who always stick together and stop Templars from at least defiling this world. Join us, brother… And let's make the world a better place." Altaïr knew he had no other choice and agreed with a shaking hand.

Later, Altaïr rested in bed as he was slightly injured from the fight. He kept thinking about Adha and his soul felt empty. He looked up at his robes, which had originally belonged to his father, remembering the first time he had put them on himself, thus bearing the honor of Umar. This made him feel ashamed and turned to other way.

He kept replaying the scene in his mind of him losing Adha, which made his heart break. What would happen if he didn't dodge? He should have stabbed that bastard with a hidden blade. But instead, he let his beloved being stabbed by a Templar.

Now Altaïr was in another brotherhood of assassins, where several assassins were from different time periods. He had the feeling that this was all a punishment for trying leaving his Order. Tears stung his eyes and he sobbed quietly into the pillow, constantly whispering Adha's name and apologies.

And since then, he decided never to fall in love, so no one else would lose their life because of him. He became much colder and crueler, devoting himself to the Creed fully.

And that's why the Assassins called Altaïr: The Lonely Eagle…

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