You guessed it. It's the end of the story. There might be a sequel, I don't know yet. Love it or hate it, I don't much care.

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I have been avoiding Altair for several days now, it does not seem that he will find me now. I have told you my story for several purposes, mainly because I hope that Altair will read after my death and know my true feelings for him, and how badly I wish to turn my life around and be with him until I died. That is not the case anymore, and I do not think he would even believe me if I would tell him this. I also wrote my story to apologize to my dearest sister Abigail. She was never truly my sister, but we watched each other's backs like sisters, and I will treasure that until I die. I found myself roaming through Acre, speaking to a woman when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I need to speak with you. Now."

"Of course."

"Meet me at the nearby inn immediately."

He walked away and I turned around to follow him. I walked upstairs and gently knocked on the door of the man who had approached me in the streets. When he opened the door, I knew it was Altair.

"How do you always find me?" I asked gently.

"I have a knack for such things." He said, his hand gently resting on his sword.

I was just as wary, but my sword was actually drawn. Altair held his hands up in defeat.

"I did not bring you here to fight." He whispered.

"Then put your sword down, over there in the corner."

He obliged, but disarmed me before I knew what was happening. Before I could react to this, he kissed me so hard he knocked back onto the bed. I wanted to strike him, to push him off and kill him, but I couldn't. My heart knew that I wanted this, so I gave in willingly. I felt sinful for what I was about to do, but I did not care.

All I cared about was Altair.

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I was asleep when I felt cold metal against my breast. I knew what this was before I even opened my eyes. It was Altair, fully clothed, holding a sword to me.

"Of course." I whispered, kicking the blade out of Altair's hand while cutting my own ankle.

I grabbed Altair's short sword and held it against him as the blood dripped onto the floor. I was naked, with nothing to protect me but my own skin, but I did not care. I had fallen for another one of Altair's tricks.

"Get dressed, I want you to have some kind of protection." He hissed.

"I would never honor a simple request from you." I sighed and attacked him.

We parried for what seemed like hours until Altair slashed deeply across my abdomen. I stumbled momentarily, but I did not give up. Blood soaked the floor beneath me, but I refused to give up. Altair kicked my bad ankle, causing me to topple to the floor. He stood over me with a sword over my chest.

"Kick my bad ankle, Altair? That is low, even for you."

He did not falter. I could see in his eyes he wanted to kill me, but he was unable. I wanted him to kill me, for what I had done to him, what I had done to his trust. I could see he was running over his memories with me in his mind.

"Kill me Altair. End this trouble, go back to Al Mualim and get your reward."

"This is not about Al Mualim or a reward. It is simply about your betrayal to me."

"Then kill me and bring an end to your suffering! You are a master assassin, trained to kill traitors! Kill me!"

He still did nothing. I lifted my own sword to end his suffering, but he knocked it away from me. He sheathed his sword and yanked my naked body to my feet. He glared hard at me and handed me my clothing.

"Leave Jasmine. Leave the Middle East and don't you dare return. I never wish to see your face here again."

"Why not kill me," I said between gritted teeth, "It would make your job easier."

"Because you having to suffer for what you have done to me is punishment enough. Having to live with what you have done to innocent people is worse than death."

I dressed myself, and sheathed Altair's sword. I had intended to keep this, whether he had wanted it back or not. I was strapping my boots on when I heard metal drawn from its sheath.

"Move Jasmine. Time is not on your side. I am not the only one looking for you, I am just the only one who has perused every city looking for you."

I gathered what little possessions I had in my bag and faced Altair. He ran his fingers through my hair and traced my face for the last time. His eyes were difficult to read, but I kissed him goodbye.

"Leave Jasmine, and do not let me see you here again. Ever."

"Yes Altair. Thank you for sparing me."

"Go." He hissed.

I took my pack and walked out the door, but stopped.

"Altair?"

"What?"

"Give my regards and love to Abigail, should you see her."

He said nothing, so I continued out the door and downstairs and took a horse, gently galloping out of the city and towards the west, back to my first home.

I never saw Altair again for as long as I am alive, but he left a small piece of him with me that night we spent together. A small piece that would grow and I would cherish for the rest of my life.