I am so sorry you guys! That it took me so long to update on the story, I recently started my first year of college last week on Monday. Well, I've been a tad exhausted and trying to get used to the fact that, I am in a different state and away from my parents. If you haven't heard where I am at, I got into Colorado State University and majoring in Equine Science, and might minor in Business Management as well. Anyways, this chapter might not all exciting and stuff, but this is better then nothing. I hope you guys enjoy, but just letting you know. I will be skipping ahead to when she can start training, I can not write chapters of her doing nothing with a broken wrist, it will kill my mojo, literally. Again enjoy and I hope you guys like this chapter, it;s not my best. :3

Cassandra pulled herself from out of the tub, somehow managing to wash herself and her hair, with the use of only one hand. She dried her hair first, before using a clean towel to wrap it around her body. She pondered on how to dress up, kneeling down, and using her bandaged hand to keep the towel from falling off. She rummaged in her small bag, pulling out some wraps to use, to bind her chest. She held the wraps, peeking into the room to make sure no one was back, most importantly Altair.

She quickly pulled on her undergarment, before setting to try and put the binding on around her chest. She would need to wash her bra anyways; glad she carried her binding wraps for her chest. Despite only having one functioning hand, she was able to get the wrap around her chest securely and effectively. She gathered her belonging, heading back into the room.

She placed her stuff on Altair's bed, grabbing the pants Altair was letting her borrow. She didn't hear the soft knock, nor the opening of the door, as she struggled to pull up her pants.

"Cas…" Altair said as he walked in, his words dying down when he spotted her half naked.

Cassandra jerked up, grabbing one of her throwing knives and flinging it in his direction. He jumped out of the way, slamming the door shut quickly. She stumbled on the pants, not having pulled them up all the way, causing her to slip onto the floor. She grimaced, cursing out loud, as pain shot up her back.

"Do you people have no manners!?" She shouted in frustration at him, struggling to get back to her feet.

Altair had noticed the many scars the covered her body, they weren't as bad as his, but he had caught sight of one. It seemed as if something, a sword, or something in that category had impaled her. The scar was right above her right hipbone, the same one he had noticed back in the roof garden, but it hadn't crossed his mind that it was on her lower back as well.

He had caught a clear view of her entire body, something he had been hoping wouldn't happen. She had just narrowly missed his shoulder when she had thrown the knife, hearing her cursing and struggling in there.

"I had no idea you were still dressing you know, this is my room. So unless you plan on sleeping on the floor, half dressed, I suggest you let me come in to help you." He said through the door loudly, hearing her sigh heavily in defeat.

"Fine!" She shouted, staring at the ceiling, "But turn around or close your eyes!" She said, huffing. Altair couldn't help but smirk a bit, "I didn't see anything. I swear." He said, which was a lie, he'd seen clearly. He opened the door, before stepping through, but backwards, before slowly closing the door.

"Why exactly are you dressing yourself, by yourself? There was a reason I sent a maiden up here you know." He said, slowly walking backwards to her, he stopped suddenly when her good hand grabbed his pants, knowing he'd gotten by her.

"I didn't exactly need a young girl to help me wash up and dress. I can do those things on my own, injured or not. Now, can you kneel down so I can grab your arm?" She said, looking up at his form.

Altair kneeled down, wincing from the pain on his left knee. He didn't let her see it, turning his head a bit, to catch a glance at her. Reaching down with his right hand to help her up, she grabbed his arm, grabbing on to his sleeve as Altair pulled her to her feet. Once he'd done so, she quickly leaned down and pulled her pants up, growling in frustration when she couldn't tighten them.

"I can see you are doing a fine job by yourself." He said, hearing her frustration. She quickly grabbed the tunic, pulling her injured arm first, before pulling the rest. "Well even though I don't wish to say it but, can you at least help me tighten this." She said, watching him turn around cautiously, seeing that she was fully dressed and fully turned around.

"And what is it, that you need tightening now?" He asked her, watching her lift the tunic that she was borrowing. He reached down slowly, grabbing the strings and tightening the pants for her. He was quiet while he did this before he finally spoke, seeming to catch her by surprise.

"I'm sorry about earlier. For what Master Al Mualim did." He whispered, really catching her by surprise by apologizing for something he hadn't done or been force to do.

"Altair, don't….you were only following orders." She said, watching him cautiously, his hands were still hanging by the strings that tightened the pants. "Plus…I brought it upon myself, I'm not the type to follow orders." She said, shrugging it off, as if getting into trouble was something she did everyday.

Golden orbs narrowed beneath the white-hood, "Cas…Cassandra." He said, "You did not deserve such a punishment. First of all, you aren't from this time and second, he shouldn't be treating you in such a manner." He said, watching her glance up at him, she leaned forward a bit, trying to get a better look of him from beneath his hood. He glanced away from her gaze, before speaking again, "While you were washing up, I went back to speak to Master Al Mualim about allowing you to train with us, despite being a…woman." He said, glancing back at her.

He wasn't entirely telling her the truth and what had occurred during the discussion he had had with the Master. Cassandra narrowed her eyes, trying to see what was on his cheek from beneath his head. "I told him it would give us an advantage against the Templars…they wouldn't suspect a woman among our Creed." He continued, before he watched her uninjured hand rise up towards his face. He sidestepped out of her reach, her fingers having brushed against the bruise that had started to form on his cheek and along his jaw line.

"Let me see." She said, having caught the slight wince he had produced upon her faint touch. "Altair." She said in a firm voice to him, watching his features harden slightly at her giving him orders.

She stepped forward again; reaching out to grab his hood and tugging it back firmly. Altair slapped her hand away, reaching quickly to pull his hood back on. She caught sight of the dark purple bruise on his left cheek and not only that, but a better view of his features. His light brown hair was cut short, and she'd caught a better view of the scar on his lips. She noticed how his golden eyes had hardened when she pulled his hood down.

"Don't ever do that again." He said in an angry voice, his jaw clenching, walking away from her. He walked towards the door, needed to head out and get fresh air, but he couldn't hide the limp in his walk from her eyes.

She grabbed something, reaching back with her arm, before flinging it forward, the throwing knife embedding itself near the doorknob as he reached for it. "And don't think I won't hesitate to fight back. Altair." She said, holding her ground, watching him turn around and walk back over to her. She could see his fingers clenching, jaw clenching shut from this move she'd done. He advance towards her, Cassandra watched his movement, when he grabbed her arm, the one that was injured. She growled, pulling her good arm back and punching him in the face, catching him by surprise. She grabbed the front of his tunic when he stumbled, glaring at her, before she shoved him towards the bed. Causing him to stumble onto his back as he fell down onto his bed. "Seriously." He said, holding his nose as he glared at her.

"Shut up Altair, and let me see that leg." She said, pointing to his left leg. He sighed, reaching down and tugging his leather boot off, before pulling up his pants slowly. Wincing as he rolled it over his swollen knee, before glancing up at her. Cassandra walked over, sitting down onto the bed, before she reached forward and smacked him on his injured knee.

"Gah! What in the hell was that for!?" He yelled at her, pain shooting up his leg.

"That is exactly what you get for lying to me."

"Lying? How am I, or was, lying to you!?" He said, disbelief in his voice as he stared at her from beneath the hood.

"You got these wounds because of me…didn't you?" Her voice was low.

"Yes. That shouldn't concern you in anyway Cassandra. I'm only doing it, for the Creed. And guess what, I'll be the one training you too." He said, giving her a smirk from beneath his hood as she stared at him, her mouth open in shock. "Shocker isn't it." He said, watching for her reaction.

"Guess what? I am a very stubborn student." She said, staring at him, as she snorted in annoyance at the thought of Altair being her teacher. "Oh, so now that old fart decides to allow me to train, after he had broken my wrist." She said, glaring at him angrily, "I'm going to be such a novice once my wrist heal." She sighs heavily. She glanced down at his knee, looking it over, "But still, this Al Mualim, he had no right to do this to you." She whispered, pressing her hand gently around the knee, she heard him suck in air from the pain. "You should rest for a few days, seems like he banged up your knee pretty badly." She said, looking up at him. She got up, moving closer to him as she reached out, pushing his hood back. He glanced away, and she could see his jaw tighten, "Now come on Altair…let me see. Please." She whispered, reaching out and grasping his chin firmly, but gently with her fingers and turning his head in her direction.

His golden orbs looked elsewhere, as she inspected the damaged done to his cheek. He could feel her fingers gently brush and press along his cheek and jaw line. Cassandra notice him wincing and grimacing from the pain, before giving him a gentle pat on his bruised cheek. "This should heal in a few weeks, good thing he didn't break your cheek bone nor open any wounds, would have sucked for you." She said, chuckling lightly, before she flopped down onto the bed again.

She glanced down at him, "Can I ask you something?" She asked, and when he didn't answer she guessed it was all right to proceed. "Why do you let him treat you in such a way Altair? It's not right." She said, she noticed the way his golden eyes seemed to darken a bit. Before he sighed, "It may not seem right, Cassandra, but he is my Master, and I must listen and do what he tells me." He said, not going into details nor saying anymore.

He unrolled his pants, ignoring the pain and getting off the bed, "I am going to go down and eat, if you're hungry, I suggest you come along. If not, you can stay up hear and starve." He said, heading out of his room, without waiting for her.

Cassandra sighed, watching him leave, she waited a bit, before heading out. She peeked around the door, before making her way down. She was curious to inspect the place a bit, knowing she would end up getting into trouble. She made her way down the stairs, and recalled the doorway with the two Assassins posted at either side of it, leading out to the garden. She glanced around the bend, and noticed no guards, she smiled, perfect! She made her way quickly down the rest of the steps, and made her way into the garden.

She looked around noticing that there weren't any women around, her brows furred together. Before something caught her attention, she moved behind a large pillar, and looked around, her face turning red. A slender hand moved over her mouth, pulling her back around the pillar. Green eyes were locked with brown eyes, the young girl in front of her raising her hand up and motioning her to be silent. Cassandra pushed her hand away, the girl speaking, "Our Mistress mentioned to us that, a young maiden from afar would be in training. Is that you?" She asked her, Cassandra sighed, "Al Mualim talked to her already. Sadly yes, even though I do not wish to do such a thing." Cassandra said, and looked at the young girl, she looked to be the same age the girl from early was.

The girl nodded, "Our Mistress wants you to start today even with that…." She said, pointing at Cassandra's wrist, "problem being in the way. My name is, Ishtar by the way." She said, smiling at Cassandra.

"Cassandra."

"It's nice to meet you Cassandra. Oh, I pulled you back just now because…" She said, before she motioned for Cassandra to peek through the bushes she had slightly parted. Cassandra felt her face redden at the sight before her; there was an assassin on his back, partly nude, with one of the girls from the garden pleasuring him. Cassandra staggered back, pressing herself against the wall, and pointed in the direction of such a thing.

"She…He…They want me to do that….Oh no! I will not be doing such a thing like that." Cassandra stammered, her chest heaving up and down.

Ishtar giggled, "No silly. My Mistress doesn't wish for you to do such a thing. You're special, but do not worry. We are only here to serve them, but there is no sex involve. We please them; they do not please us." She explained to Cassandra, moving over to her. She grabbed her arm gently, leading her away from the two.

"Since you are to start today, we need to measure you out. See what style of clothing to give you." She said leading her into a medium size building attached to the castle; Cassandra was quickly assaulted by the different smells of perfume and scents, making her nose wrinkle. She was never a fan of perfumes, she may be a girl, but she enjoyed dressing more like a boy and acting as one.

The maidens who were in the room, turned and glanced at Cassandra, a low whisper going around the room. Ishtar led her across the room, heading into a separate room and closing the large curtain behind her.

"Undress."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, undress. I need to take your measurements Cassandra. Plus, Lady Amirah will come and speak to you about what Al Mualim has requested for you to do." She said, locking the door.

Cassandra looked at her, "I…I might need help." She said, lifting her broken wrist up at her. Ishtar chuckled, "Oops…I forgot. Sorry." She said, moving to help Cassandra get out of the tunic and pants. Cassandra stood in her undergarments, shuffling back and forth on her feet, a bit uncomfortable of being half nude.

Ishtar grabbed a tape of some sort, starting to measure Cassandra, before helping her dress back up. She led her out of the room, and to a different section of the place, telling her to wait.

Cassandra sighed, leaning back against the wall, recalling what Ishtar had said. 'You're special.' Special? I wonder what she meant by special. There's nothing special about me. She thought to herself, pondering on the thought a bit more. She glanced up, hearing the soft jingle coming in her direction, getting off the wall.

The curtain was pushed aside, an older woman, in her mid-fifties or so came walking in. She appeared to look like she was in her thirties or so, she was dressed very much like the young girls she had seen, but she was adorn with more jewelry around her body. Especially on her wrist and ornaments in her hair, which was pinned up in a bun.

"You must be Miss Cassandra Hunt. I'm Lady Amirah, the mistress of the young ladies here at the Garden." The older woman said, smiling at Cassandra.

Cassandra nodded, "Yes…that's me."

"Al Mualim has giving me a specific task, in which I must prepare you for. No, I can not tell you what it is, because he didn't tell me, but I must only prepare you for it." She said, earning a frown from her.

"Prepare? He makes it sound like I'm some experiment for him to test." She said, not really enjoying where this was heading for her.

"If Al Mualim request it, I must go ahead with it. Even if you fight back and deny it. We will force it upon you, he has not said anything about punishing you if I must." She said, Cassandra could hear it in her voice, the annoyance at her stubbornness.

"Al Mualim…does not hold my leash in this time period." She said sternly.

"Watch your tongue girl. I can easily punish you, for saying such words. Just like Al Mualim, I am your superior." Lady Amirah said, stepping forward and grabbing her arm and pulling her forward.

"I should clearly teach you a thing or two, of how young girls with such an attitude as yours learn their place." She whispered in her ear, Cassandra jerked her arm away, glaring at her.

She stayed silent, before speaking, "Am I done here?" She asked, Lady Amirah giving her a smile as if nothing had happened just now, and nodded.

Cassandra left, glancing over her shoulder at Lady Amirah, leaving the place as fast as she could. She made it half way back to Altair's room, before she got stopped by no one other then….Abbas. He caught sight of her, as he made his way down the hall, stepping in front of her and forcing her back against the wall. "So…we meet again. Has the Master only given you to Altair, or is he allowed to share his prize?" He said, smiling at her, as he leaned forward.

Cassandra glared at him, "I am no ones play thing. Unless you wish to walk normal the next few days, I suggest you bug off." She warned him, raising her knee up a bit, showing him she wasn't messing around.

Abbas stepped back, before turning around, "He should teach you to stay your tongue, girl. That tongue of yours will be the death of you one of these days. I would be careful if I were you. The men here wouldn't appreciate a young maiden such as yourself to train amongst the Creed." He warned, disappearing down the stairs. Cassandra stood their speechless, watching the older Assassin walk away from her. She sighed though, before continuing on and heading back into Altair's room. She opened the door, closing it behind her quietly, walking over to the balcony. She leaned against the stone railing, looking out at the horizon, "Please let this turn out good. Please." She said, glancing up at the sky. She was never one to doubt others words, she knew from experience, her good hand moved beneath her tunic to lay against the gruesome scar above her hip.