I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP ON HEADACHE AN MISPLACEMENT! I've just had serious Writer's Block since. I know, it sucks so badly because it's so LONG TERM! I'm surprised I'm not insane XD okay, well maybe just a little…

I don't own Assassins Creed, we just got it for Christmas so please don't sue!

Also, Nemo is NOT named after the fish! Nemo means 'no name' in Latin (right?) which will make sense later in the story…and it has nothing to do with the fish or the movie!

Lacuna looked up to the bright moon. She was standing on all fours on a large slab of rock overlooking the valley. She rose her head to the moon and howled like the wolf she is. The gentle breeze ruffled her thick, gray-and-white fur. She was no ordinary wolf. It's not like it's every day do you find a six-foot tall, twelve-foot long wolf with paws the size of dinner plates and a head larger than a horse's.

She ended her howl and brought her head back down. Her lungs sucked in a large breath from the cool winter air. She'd be back to 'normal' whenever she wanted to be, but she doesn't want to be human again. She dreams of running with other wolves through the wilderness, hunting deer and rabbits, catching salmon and running freely. She could do that at any time if she really wanted to, but she has responsibilities of her own. A brother to fend for, neighborhood dogs to take care of. Her brother and good-for-nothing parents knew she was a werewolf, but she could only truly trust her brother. Besides, he provided her with not only companionship and affection, but also food, a roof, a bed, education…any else a fourteen-year-old girl would usually want.

However, she would never tell them of her desires to be a true wolf, not a werewolf. Breaking her brother's heart is the last thing she wants to do.

She trotted back to her house in suburbia. She came around the back, nudging open the door to the walk-out basement. Her long tail grasped around the knob and closed it quickly as she made her way over to her brother's bed.

She glanced at his digital clock; 3:32 a.m. School wasn't for another four and a half hours.

With a slight puppy-like whimper, she trotted over to the basement's bathroom and closed the door. She let out a small shriek from the pain of her body crumbling in on itself as she transformed into a human. Gasping for air, she panted and felt her entire body sweating rivers from the brief transformation. Once she had enough strength, she grasped onto the countertop and heaved herself up. She wiped the spit from her mouth with her now-human hand, looking at herself in the mirror. Her slit pupils weren't fully dilated into human-like pupils. Her yellow irises, however, did manage to turn back into their piercing blue color.

She grabbed her clothes and put them on. Her shirt was black, long-sleeved, tight-fitting but comfortable with a white vine-like design on the sides and neck parts. She also wore grayish-colored cargo pants and black, motorcycle-like boots that she tied tightly around her pant leg's bottoms. A Pandora bracelet was on her left hand as well as black dog collar on her neck with three tags, one being a wolf, another a dragon, and a full moon with indentations for craters.

She brushed through her long, blonde (not dirty blonde, not strawberry blonde, blonde blonde like semi-discolored snow) hair and looked at her skinny body in the mirror. Despite how thin she was, her legs, arms, back muscles, and stomach-area were extremely strong thanks to the whole 'being a werewolf' thing. While she didn't have to worry about anyone else seeing anything 'doglike' on her outside, she did have to worry about them catching sight of her canine teeth which could easily pass for vampire teeth.

"Lacuna? Is that you?" Her brother called.

"Yeah, I'm just back from being outside."

"Outside? Come on, man. You know you should only do that kind of stuff on non-school nights."

"I'm a werewolf, I want to sleep all day and run all night."

"Still though, Lacuna…." His voice was slightly exasperated.

Lacuna came out from the bathroom and turned off the light. Her eyes adjusted quickly; she had better night vision, anyways.

"Look, Lacuna, I know that doing regular human stuff if difficult for you, but you've got three Cs minuses, two Ds, and one F…and you're in eighth grade. It's because you're sleeping in class."

"Look, I promised not to get transferred again." She said as she sat down on his bed.

"Lacuna, you also promised me that you would get a minimum of all Cs. You're below your own minimum, you've gotta get your grades up, you know?"

"Can you please just bare with me? I'm a werewolf, I want to run out there in the wild with you on my back, and I have dyslexia. What do you think you can do?"

"I'm here to help. Just say what you're having trouble with, and I'll help."

"You can't help with everything you know."

"I know, but I'm a senior in high school, I should be able to help you with most school-related issues. By the way, did you paint your nails?"

"No. I promise I won't grow claws today." Markoh was always obessive with her painting her nails. It was a way for them to know if she was unintentionally transforming into a worlf, for the paint would then crack. It all started when she was at school and a boy provoked her and she was hairline-thin to transforming. That was when Markoh transferred her.

"Oh yeah, famous last words. Go paint your nails." He ordered in a kind, quiet voice.

"Humpf. Fine. But after this, I'm gonna play Assassins Creed before school starts."

"Oh god, do you have to?"

"Yes." She said with a wry smile on her face as she walked into the bathroom.

After that, Lacuna popped in the Assassins Creed disk into their ps3. The light from the flat screen TV lit up the entire basement bedroom. She made sure that the volume was down on low to not wake up their 'oh-so-good' parents.

"I just love Altair."

"Yeah, but you can move better than him as a wolf." Her brother said as he sat upright to watch the screen. "He can't jump thirty feet in the air."

"That'd be pretty cool if he could, though. He'd be like Superman." Lacuna joked. Markoh just playfully punched her lightly on the right shoulder. "Hey, where's my bag?" She asked as she looked around the room.

"Your wolf one?"

"Yeah."

"Right here." He tossed her a preschooler's backpack that was in the shape of a wolf. Inside it had her Iphone Touchpad, what seemed to be thirty years worth of hair dye and highlights, and a ton of nail polish along with several mangas and Cassandra Clare's Mortal Instruments series. She also had a practically endless supply of pencils, paper, and erasers.

"You know one thing that I wish for?" Her brother said. "You're a werewolf, so I wish that I was a vampire. And I don't mean the "Dracula" or Twilight kind, I mean just a…vampire."

"Heh heh, not very specific but good luck with that!"

"You're so lucky. I wish so badly that I could turn into something else like you."

"Don't say that."

"Why? Isn't it fun?"

"It's fun, but having humans around while going through extreme protein withdrawals without any other meat around is a bad situation." Lacuna joked, making both of them chuckle. "But what I really want is to be in Alaska with you. We've both agreed that our parents don't do anything for us, why can't I just run away with you?"

"Because, Lacuna," He said with a heavy sigh, "There's many things in the way."

"It's not like they'd send out a search party. They won't find us in Alaska. They can't find us in Canada or Siberia, Finland, Lapland, or-"

"Lacuna, you don't understand. You want to go to those places. I want to go to…well…other places. I have to go to college."

"I know, but…" Lacuna was about to protest but Markoh was giving her a stern look. Her jaw set tightly and she turned back to the screen.

"I'll be back in a moment. I need to get some water." Markoh said as he strolled into the bathroom.

Lacuna clicked on the 'CONTINUE' on the title screen and sighed. "I just wish…that I could get away from here with Markoh…" She said almost inaudibly. Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the small basement window. She instantly looked up at it as an earsplitting roll of thunder rattled the whole house. "Huh? That's weird…the sky was clear when I was out there and I didn't smell any rain. Or snow." She cursorily shrugged it off and looked at the screen, only to see that the loading screen was up but didn't have Altair in it. She cocked her head like a dog and sighed as the word 'glitch' came into her mind followed by 'stupid disk.'

She stood up to press the off button on the PS3 when another brief flare of lightning lit the room and another roll of thunder rumbled throughout the whole house. As her doglike hand touched the gaming platform, she felt a shockwave of pain and heat throughout her entire body. Without any time to react, she felt herself get dizzy and fall.

At first, she felt like she was floating. All what she could see was a wall of blackness. I must be dreaming, she thought to herself, but she knew well enough that all of her dreams were about running as a wolf or with wolves and included some aspect of wilderness and/or her brother. This dream was nothingness, but the feeling of floating was serene and peaceful.

Something eventually aroused her; perhaps from the noise she was hearing or just out of habit. She was confused when she saw clear blue sky and some type of figure next to her. At first, she thought that it was just a stone. Then it struck her.

Oh crap, I slept-walked outside! I must be in the playground or the forest! Oh god, I'm hope I'm not at the school's playground! Wait…school…"Oh shit, I'm late for school!" She shot bolt upright, only to realize that he stone was in fact a tombstone. The corner of her mouth twitched as she said, "I walked into the town's cemetery…at night…sleep walking…" It wouldn't be the first time she's woken up in a cemetery, but regardless of that, it still freaked her out. She was thankful that she was a werewolf and not a necromancer otherwise she might be like Chloe Saunders from The Summoning and accidentally raise the dead in her sleep. That's even worse than waking up in a cemetery.

She stood up and looked around only to realize that it wasn't her town's cemetery. The foliage was too scrubby and the ground was too dry, also not to mention the fact that the buildings looked different. In both color and design.

"Heh, I must still be dreaming. Well…mine as well have fun." She started trotting to what she guessed was the entrance, then felt a small amount of weight on her left shoulder. She quickly realized that it was her wolf backpack. "Cool dream. I even have my stuff. Though…I thought that I was playing Assassins Creed? Eh, I must have fallen asleep on Markoh." She walked through the iron gates and saw crowds people walking ahead not too far away. The majority of them wore robes and colored clothing much unlike her own. "Awesome, just like Assassins Creed. I must be in Jerusalem or Damascus or something." She walked into the crowd, immediately noticing the odd stares she was getting from people.

Of course, it was just a dream, right? She could do what she wants and not have to worry about what will happen to her. So she just smiled back at them.

As she passed a gate where guards patrolling to get to the rest of the city, one of them called out at her, "Hey, you!"

Lacuna turned around, unaware that she had been slightly startled which caused her eyes to turn yellowish again. "May I help you?"

"You…you are a woman?"

Lacuna blinked. "Um…duh I'm a woman."

The guard just looked at a similar-looking man to his right.

"How did you get in there? We would have remembered someone dressed like you coming in through the gates."

"Wow, this is an awesome dream. Real conversations." She said, smiling warmly. "Sorry boys, but I'm not even quite sure myself. It's alright, I won't pester you anymore." Lacuna wasn't sure if she was pestering anyone, but she was curious to see if they would act nice to her if she acted nice to them.

"Boys? We are not boys! We are full-grown men!" He yelled in his thick Arabian accent, both drawing out their swords.

Lacuna took a step back. "Whoa, hey, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You are a woman! Know your place! You should get thrown into jail just for dressing like that!"

"Alright, alright. I'll go now…weirdoes." She turned around, only to see a flash of steel coming right at her face. Her quick reflexes allowed her to dodge it easily. "Holy shit! What the hell was that for?"

She quickly found herself dodging a sword from one of the guards.

"HOLY HELL!" Lacuna screeched and whipped around to run away. She sprinted away as fast as her legs would carry her, quickly realizing that it felt real. Too real.

She started to leap long bounds until she got into thick crowds. "Outta my way, outta my way, MOVE!" Lacuna started ramming into people, clouting and knocking them over by accident in an attempt to make a path for herself.

"Get her! Stop that girl!"

Lacuna started barking at them as she began to swerve around people low to the ground. She stood up once the crowd started to become less dense…only to plow right into a man. She felt the wind knocked out of her and heard a strident 'oof' as she fell onto the ground, the man dressed in white robes underneath her. It took her a few moments to realize what had happened.

"Over there! Stop running!"

"Awah!" Lacuna yelled, quickly grabbing something from the man. What she grabbed was a sword, long and thin but stiff and strong, strong enough for her to fight with. She stood up and paid no heed to the man she just practically trampled over. "Gotta run, gotta run!" She started panicking, triggering slight transformations in her body. She felt her arms beginning to elongate and her feet become more doglike. Immediately, she started running on all fours like a dog, the sword now in her mouth.

She took a sharp turn into a building and started running up the building, her body fixed on escape.

Unfortunately for her, the building she chose to ran up had a guard on it. As he started to attack her, she fought back with the sword and eventually wound up kicking him off of the rooftop.

Lacuna started leaping over the rooftops, her now-digigrade legs showing no sign of tiring.

Once she thought that she had lost the guards, she stood on a rooftop, the sword gripped tightly in her hand. She was unaware that an archer had his eye on her from afar.

There was a twang through the air and Lacuna felt a sharp pain in her back along with something locking her shoulder blade. She let out a scream and noticed that an arrow had been shot at her back. She couldn't move her right shoulder; the arrow was blocking it, which would usually kill a regular person, but Lacuna's not normal.

She's a werewolf. It's practically impossible to slay her.

Quickly, she began to run away, ultimately winding up jumping down into a dark, lonely alleyway. She must have waited there, panting, for at least twenty minutes until she was completely sure that the guards had lost her for good this time. "I'm just not floatin' on cloud nine right now…I don't think that this a dream anymore." She stated as she held her left hand up to her mostly immobile shoulder. Blood was dripping from it profusely, pooling on the dusty ground beneath her. There was no way that she could pull out that arrow by herself. First of all, it's hard to pull out an arrow never mind one that deep. Secondly, it was hard to reach, which might only succeed her injuring herself even more than she already is.

Lacuna was startled when a figure jumped down from in front of her. She gasped as she realized that it was the man she had trampled over while she was escaping. She was too terror-stricken to say anything, but perhaps she didn't have to….

"You took my sword," the man in white robes stated. "I want it back."

"Are you a guard?" Alright, world's most stupid question just asked. Of course he's not a guard! What's he wearing? A dress? Lacuna thought.

The man just stared her down.

"Okay…" She gulped. "I'll give you your sword back if you'll get this arrow out of my shoulder." She turned around, still kneeling on the ground.

He remained silent for a moment before saying, "That should have killed you."

"It's hard to kill a wolf, believe me. Is my deal fair enough?"

She heard footsteps behind her along with pressure on the arrow and a hand on her back.

He wasn't gentle in any way. He just yanked out the arrow as if he didn't care for her at all-and he probably didn't-but he could have at least done a countdown or something.

Lacuna let out loud puppy-like whimpers, pain coursing throughout her back.

"Give me back my sword now." He said with a stern voice, throwing the arrow aside.

"Give me a sec." She stood up and groaned, rubbing her shoulder. "Ouch." She sighed, feeling her legs shift into regular human form again.

Lacuna bent down and picked up the sword. "Sorry about that…I mustn't have been thinking straight."

He snatched it back from her and was about to walk away, but then hesitated, staring at her. He could clearly see her doglike features and was obviously curious as to how that arrow didn't kill her. She was barely even harmed by it. And now that he's met her, it would be unethical to leave her alone for the dead because anyone with clothes like hers wouldn't get too far without being spotted…and possibly killed.

"Come with me." He said and started to climb the alley walls.

Lacuna ran up the walls, almost beating him to the top. She was about to say something until she realized that if she didn't follow, he probably was going to leave her behind.

He bounded across the buildings with the werewolf right at his heels. When an archer or roof guard spotted them, he would throw a knife at them with deadly accuracy that would hit them in a spot that surely kill them. Of course, Lacuna's reaction to the speed and precision that he could execute the moves was an exclamation of, "Holy shit!"

The man she was following was surprised that she could keep up with him, never mind have agility almost as good as his own.

He stopped over a wooden-like rooftop that reminded Lacuna of a garden. "Make sure that you tell absolutely no one about this location, or I will kill you."

"I don't have anyone to tell about it anyways." Lacuna said to him right as he jumped down an opening.

"Oh, perfect." Lacuna said sarcastically and soon followed him, folding her body to absorb the impact.

"Altair…you are back soon. Too soon." A voice said.

Malik? Lacuna thought as she entered the room after the man in white robes. That means I'm in Jerusalem…or was Damascus?

"I got interrupted."

"You-" He saw Lacuna. "Oh, great. Now you bring back women with you!"

"She needed my help, Malik. I need you to watch over her while I'm out."

"I am no baby sitter! If you got yourself into a mess, you must get yourself out."

"This 'situation' Malik is much different. I'll have to explain later. Make sure she doesn't leave." And with that, he brushed past Lacuna to leave.

"Hey, wait! Guy-in-a-dress, can I get your name, at least?" By the time she finished, he was already up the wall and over. "Just great…" She said and turned back around to Malik, who continued to stare at her. "Um…hi?"

"Don't worry, I am not angry at you, as I am sure that this is not your fault."

"Well…it partially is."

"I'd have to believe that we are not the center of the universe to believe that you contributed to it. Don't worry, I won't hold you captive. You-"

"I stole his sword."

"-…"

The only emoticon that would show his expression would be O.O

"You what?"

"And then I ran like hell was at my heels because I was already being chased by peoples of whom I do not know. I didn't ask for his help though." Lacuna scratched herself behind the ear.

"Woo, you probably don't ever want to do that again. Don't worry, if he plans on beating you up I'm sure he'll accidentally impale himself with his own knife, that ass…."

Lacuna had a blank expression on her face. "Rock on." She did the 'rock on' sign that he clearly didn't know.

By the time Altair had returned, Lacuna had been waiting patiently on a pile of pillows. She was startled when he dropped down-causing her to bark-which got her odd glares from both of them.

"Tell me your name." Altair ordered.

Lacuna was silent for a moment.

"Tell me yours first." Alright, time to know if this is real or not, because that arrow felt pretty darn real.

"Altair."

"Altair? Hmm…that's a nice name. Reminds me of melting snow in Lapland." She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. "Mine's…Nemo." She lied. Nemo? What the hell? Why did I say Nemo?

"Nemo?" The man repeated. "Tell me where you come from."

Lacuna stood up. "Not here, that's for sure. Tell me…am I in Jerusalem?"

"Yes. How could you not know?" Malik said and entered the room.

"Because…um…" Lacuna looked at both of them. "I was unconscious and woke up in the cemetery."

They both looked doubtful.

"Dudes, I'm serious."

"Why were you in the cemetery?" Malik asked.

"Um…I dunno. I just woke up in it."

"Malik, I must speak to you. Nemo, stay here." He walked off with him into the other room. Their voices were muted, but Lacuna had good hearing.

"Like a dog?" Malik said.

"Yes. She was shot with an arrow in an area that should have killed her, but she obviously didn't die. She also wasn't weakened but it had locked her shoulder. The way she ran, the way she leapt, the way she barked and whimpered…it was like a dog."

There was a moment of silence.

"I'll need you to prove it to me, then."

'Nemo' at the moment started reciting the lyrics to 'You Spin Me Right Round' to make it seem as if she hadn't heard a thing.

"Take off your shoes." Altair ordered.

"What?"

"Your shoes. Take them off."

Nemo hesitated. "Why?"

"Just do as I say."

"Could you at least say please?"

His look at her was hard and cold. Nemo, however, was undeterred.

"Fine." She kicked off her boots and pulled off her socks. "Happy now 'mister dress guy?'"

Malik stifled his laughter while Altair just frowned. "They're called robes."

"They look like bags of powder. Hmm…powder…."

"Let us see the soles of your feet."

"Whatever you say, Powder Pants." Nemo turned around while listening to Malik laugh out loud. She lifted up her right foot and immediately noticed that Malik's laughter ceased immediately. She heard him walk up to her and felt something grip her foot. Seriously, how the heck did Altair know that my feet are padded?

"Remarkable…just like dog's feet."

"Turn around." Altair demanded…again.

Nemo turned around and said, "What's wrong with my feet?"

"There will be time for that later." Altair said. "For now the sun is setting, I must rest." He walked towards her and sat down cross-legged on the ground, crossing his hands together almost as if in a prayer.

Nemo looked at the piece of fruit. Altair said nothing as he ate his portion of dinner. "Is this suppose to be an apple?"

Silence…of course.

"Geez, mister white Gothminister…you could at least say something."

Silence.

"What are you, emo?"

"I do not know of these phrases you use."

"Course you don't. You wouldn't."

"Where do you come from?"

"Eh?" Nemo was caught off guard. "Um…America." Time to spill the beans.

"Where's that? Is it your country?"

"Yeah…it's in North America. You know…right?"

He looked up at her. "Where is North America?"

"Um…in the western hemisphere?"

"Western hemisphere?"

"Yeah…on the other side of the planet?" She gave him one of those why-the-heck-do-you-not-know-this look.

"Other side?"

"Yeah. You didn't the world was flat, did you?" She smile at him, noticing the fact that he didn't say anything. "So where do you come from? Here?" I actually don't know this one…but wasn't Altair born in Masyaf? It never actually said….

"I hail from Masyaf."

"Where's that?"

Now he gave her a why-the-heck-do-you-not-know-this look. "What's it like where you come from?"

"Well, we get a ton of snow. I just love the snow as long as it's not too much. There were a lot of forests around us, squirrels, a few rabbits…occasionally deer…."

"Was there water? Rivers?"

"Oh yeah, there's tons of water. I used to swim in the waters all the time with the other dogs around town. Lots of lakes, streams, ponds, rivers…lots of rain. It was cloudy a lot. The forests usually had a lot of moss because of all the rain." Nemo rambled on and on about the mountains and wilderness of her home. She wanted to make sure that he wouldn't ask anything about her family life. In return, he started saying things about this land; the fact that it didn't receive much rain, it was hot, dry, dusty, most animals were domesticated, and the lands were dangerous.

"Wow, you actually got him into a conversation." Malik said from the other room. "I'm impressed. That man is like a wall-"

"I was only informing her about the land."

Okay, I'm screwed. Why not be up in Lapland? Why not northern Russia or Siberia or something? I'm in a friggin' desert! But am I really in Assassin's Creed? Nemo wondered as she ate the apple.

It was dark in the room now. Nemo wanted to turn into a dog and curl up in a tight ball against Altair's warm body, but his reaction would probably be a 'get off me' along with a kick in the teeth.

He laid down on his back, hands behind his head and legs crossed. He took all of the pillows and gave Nemo just one. She didn't complain but would have enjoyed it if he had at least been a little bit more considerate.

Nemo curled up a ball, longing to be closer to Altair. She could easily tell that he had a lot of body heat and this ground was getting really cold. She glanced over at him, wondering if he was awake. His eyes were closed but something told her that he was faking it. She noticed that her teeth were chattering from the cold. She hugged onto the large pillow tighter and looked up at the sky through the rooftop.

"You're cold." He said.

"Obviously." Nemo closed her eyes and sighed, tightening her jaw, thinking of the song "You're Saviour" by Gothminister. She eventually fell asleep…and had no dreams of being a wolf that night…

There was something warm pressed up against her front side. She noticed that her hands were clutching something; cloth? It didn't feel like her own, but it was soft and warm. There was a small amount of pressure near her thigh and a gentle, warm breeze slightly ruffling her blonder-than-blonde hair. She quickly realized that the light breeze was Altair's breath, and she was clutching the cloth on his extremely broad chest. Her head was only a couple centimeters away from his clavicle; a little bit too close for comfort. She could also tell that it was still dark in the room, probably only two a.m. Not only that…but she realized that his left hand was on her butt.

"Hand off ass. NOW." Nemo said sternly, but the man didn't move. "Hey, are you awake?" His eyes were closed, but behind the hood, she could see a smirk. "You faggot, you are awake!" She rose her hand to punch him in the shoulder, but the moment she balled up her fist and moved it only a centimeter, his hand quickly flew up to hers and caught it at a lightning-fast speed. "Gar…whoa." She said, clearly surprised at his fast reflexes.

"Your teeth were chattering and I was getting annoyed."

"Oh…sorry." She let her arm relax as he let go of her hand. She looked up to the roof and saw the billions of stars, all mixed in together. "The sky looks really beautiful." Her only response an 'mmm' as if he didn't care much…or was only half awake. "I can't see all of these stars where I'm from."

"They're just stars."

"I know, but…they're still really beautiful. Do you see this every night?"

"Usually, except if it's cloudy, which is rare for this region."

"It was cloudy a lot where I'm from…but I liked it that way." She got no response that time. She turned back around and clothes her eyes that felt like sand was pricking them.

Altair raised his arm and put it around Nemo's chest. Nemo then figured out that the only reason his hand had been down so low on her body before was so that she wouldn't get too hot. Now, with his arm over her chest, she felt like she was sleeping under a furnace. She tried moving his arm down a little ways in the hope of getting at least a little bit of cool air.

Nemo felt herself going up and down as if she were being rocked to sleep. Then there was a strange vibration along with a monotone-like noise. Then she could hear the words….

"Nemo. Get off me."

Her eyes sprung open along with her body as she realized that the upper half of her body had been on Altair's chest; she usually slept like that on Markoh. Immediately, she felt her pale face grow hot like fire. "I am so sorry!" She said, covering her face with her hands. "I was dreaming that I with my brother! Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing!" She heard laughter coming from the entrance of the other room, coming from none other than Malik.

"Not even five a.m. in the morning and you've already made my day, Nemo."

"Oh, go…choke a lizard or something." She did an exaggerated wave of her left hand.

"Choke a lizard?" Altair repeated with a hint of amusement.

"Hey, where's my bag?" Nemo said as a surge of invisible panic came over her.

"Um…on your back?" Malik said uncertainly.

Nemo felt that her bag was still on her back and sighed with relief. "Oh, thank goodness." She took off her wolf backpack and unzipped it. She searched around for her phone, ready to show it to them. It was a quick thing that came into her mind, but if she explains that she's from another dimension, then perhaps they'll listen. Or at least believe that she really is from another faraway land. "I have to show you guys something…alright, um…where to start. I'm um…from another…dimension." God, why do I talk this way every time I'm nervous?

"You have got to be joking with us." Malik said.

"Here's proof." She took out her phone and saw that the charge on it was full. That's weird. Last I checked it was only half-full. "This is something called and Iphone Touchpad. It's a piece of technology commonly used where I'm from. It plays music and goes to things called 'websites' but it can't go to the website because this is the only one around." She showed them the 'Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage' screen. "So I can't access other things. But if I go into this…" She canceled out of the page and scrolled to her media player. They were obviously intrigued by the way how it moved with her fingers. "…then I can play music. If I tap it, it'll play." She started to play 'Purple Red Soil' by Flowing Tears and moved towards the middle of the song where it had more 'oomph' to it. "If I tap this, it'll stop playing the song. It's called data stored on things called bytes…if I recall correctly."

"I do not understand. How does it work? Did you make it?" Malik asked as Nemo handed it to him.

"I didn't make it, and I only know how to work it, I don't how it works. But we have a lot of fun with it."

"It plays music?" Altair said as Malik passed it back to her.

"All sorts of music. I mainly have a type of music called European metal on it, but I also have something else called heavy metal. Lots of screaming and can get annoying to some people, but if you're seriously pissed off, then it helps to relieve stress." She offered it to him.

"Gothminister." He said, reading the names of the bands aloud. "Nightwish, Within Temptation, Krypteria, Flowing Tears, Kamelot, Rammstein, Unsun, Girugamesh, Miyavi, Drowning Pool…what are all of these names?"

"They're the groups that play the music. Gotta give them credit, right? Tap the name of the band and it'll show all of the songs that I have from them on the phone. You can listen to all the ones you want…until it runs out of power. We recharge them by using electricity, but seeing that I can't really get any, it'll probably last only about five or six hours unless if I turn it off."

"Then you should probably turn it off." He handed it back to her.

"Remarkable…you are truly from another dimension?" Malik said.

"Is that not proof enough? I have pictures of where I'm from." All of the pictures she displayed to them was of the snow, mountains, forests, winter, summer, and the wilderness. "Those lights inside the house aren't fire, they're 'artificial fire' called light bulbs. They use electricity instead." She turned off the phone and put it back into her bag.

"Very exciting, I have so many questions for you!" Malik stated, clearly showing his excitement. Altair walked off into the other room, most likely to fetch fruits for breakfast, either for himself or for all of them.

As the trio sat down and ate fruit from the basket, the very first question Malik asked just so happened to be, "How did you fall into this dimension, then?"

"Fall? Well…I don't know, that's the thing."

"How many other dimensions are out there?"

"Oh God, I have no clue. Heaven and Hell are two different dimensions if you believe in them, and Earth is a dimension itself…there's so many. Nirvana is one."

"Nirvana?"

"An afterlife for Hinduism…or is it Buddhism? Both? I can't remember." She bit into the bruised fruit. She could really go for some raw hamburger meat right now.

"What are your skills?" Altair asked.

"My skills? Well…I can act pretty good, I'm moderately good at math and I can read and write and I speak broken French…I swim, do art, know karate, I can-"

"Wait, can you swim well?"

"Oh yeah, I was on a swim team but then they kicked me out because apparently I kept on scaring everyone away."

"And you can speak French?"

"Broken French. I'm not very good at it. They taught it at the school I was at."

"You went to a school?" Malik said. "You must have come from a wealthy family."

"Wealthy? No, we were low class. School is free where I come from."

Malik almost spit out his drink.

"Does everybody go to school?" Altair asked.

"Yeah, it's required. Grades one through twelve, then possibly one to four years of college. It's always up to the person, of course."

"So you are well-educated."

"You bet your invisible tail I am. I'm also a wolf…er…werewolf. I would turn into a wolf and show you what I can do, but that'd be bad for the people outside. I can turn my legs into dog legs and no body would notice because I have long pans, so that could work."

"Could you turn into a wolf in here, then?" Altair said.

Malik immediately protested. "No, please don't. I'm not very good around dogs."

"I'm a wolf not a dog, there's a difference. But I wouldn't mind. Now turn around, both of you."

"May I ask why?"

"Because in order to avoid ripping my clothes, I have to strip myself bare. Now turn around or I'll pummel you in the face." She saw the smirk behind Altair's hood as he and Malik turned around. Hopefully he's not smiling about the fact that I'm about to go naked.

It was swift, roughly about five seconds before she was a full wolf. Her bones popped into place and her muscles shifte smoothly to adjust to the new setting. "Alright, turn around now." She said, sitting down on her hinds legs.

Malik screamed abruptly-making Nemo mentally smile-and Altair simply remained where he was but he had a surprised expression.

"You're much bigger than I expected." Altair said.

Even sitting down, she was at least five feet tall. Her padded paws were gigantic with intimidating claws and her body was highly muscular, ready to show the sheer power of herself. She had an enormous chest and incredibly thick, fluffy fur, definitely not suited for this region of the world.

"Werewolves are big." Nemo said. Both of their eyes went wide.

"How can you speak without moving your mouth?" Malik asked.

Nemo's ears went back as she looked at him. "That's just us. As wolves, we speak without having to move our mouths."

"But how is that possible?"

"It just is. We're werewolves, and we're practically impossible to kill. You can shoot us with an arrow in the heart and we won't die."

"Then how do you die?"

"Decapitation. Drowning. Starvation. Dehydration. We're meant to survive, so neither of those will happen very easily."

Altair approached and extended a hand to her. She sniffed it, then brought her head back up and looked at him. "I'm also low maintenance."

There was a smirk of amusement behind Altair's hood.

This was going to be fun.

WOOT eighteen pages and 6,603 words! Of course, there's stories by other people that are like…eighty pages long with 30,000 words. That's a dedicated author!

By the way, there's a reason as to why Nemo is so hard to kill, and it'll be in later chapters. Also, yes, when Nemo is a wolf, she doesn't move her mouth to speak. I think I might explain that later. Oh, and another thing; despite Nemo's bad grades, she would be considered highly educated for back then.

I'm going to have so much fun in the next chapter :D

I hoped you enjoyed, and please feel free to leave a review. All flames will go toward roasting marshmallows.