Hello! So, I have been rather obsessed with Assassin's Creed for a long time. Thus I finally decided to write down what I day-dream about. This is written through the POV of my character Mezula Amir. This is short, only because it's the begining- the rest will be longer, I promise!

I ran as fast as I could in my gypsy style of clothing, breathing as normally as I could, despite how the air burned my throat and made me taste blood from the workout. I didn't dare cast a glance behind myself, not when the pounding of feet was already so steady and loud. Instead I looked ahead, looking for anywhere I could turn to escape. I had been a fool; how could I be so careless to walk around town, not paying attention to where I was? All it took was one mistake, and I could be caught. This I knew all too well, since I had lived my life on the run always.

"Just give up!" One of the women chasing me shouted. "No matter how hard you try, we'll catch you anyway!" My teeth clenched together and for once I wasn't bothered by the black hair caught in my mouth. Abstergo was adamant to capture assassins and I was now on their list. Or, I had been on it for a while, but I had a habit of escaping. I thanked my uncle Magnus for this- the man was king of evasion and had taught me many tricks. One of them was carried in my bag, I remembered. My hand slid into the object and dug around- dagger, no; pain pills, no; small cold ball- yes! I tore it from the bag and threw it down under my feet, causing a small explosion of smoke. I held my breath as I ran through it, though my eyes didn't get the luxury of missing the stinging smoke. Behind me I heard gasps and curses, but one word made me laugh as I ran away. "Assassin!" It was funny to hear; because I would never really consider myself much of an assassin- I was far too clumsy and loud to be much good.

Instead, the other part of my heritage played a key role in my life. Like my mother before me, and her father before her, I was a witch. Granted I couldn't blast people out of the sky with my wand, I still had power. For example, the power to disappear. My uncle had made me swear to use this spell only under severe circumstances, as it could only be used once in a person's life. Anymore then that and the user would die.

Being caught by Templars seemed a good enough excuse.

So when I turned another corner, I pulled my wand out of my white sleeve. It was no ordinary wand, but one that had been passed down in my family since the time of the crusades. What remained of it at least. Over the years, it had been worn out by many hands and much use and had finally been set in a new handle. It had transferred from my mother to my uncle, then at his death to me. Now I hoped I would be able to use it to save more then just my life. What I carried was no ordinary wand, but it was a part that had been broken from another Piece of Eden and shaped to fit a witch's needs.

I lifted the wand to my face and pressed it to my lips, praying silently to whoever listened for luck. Then I began to speak.

"I pray to those who listen, to my ancestors, to hear my plea." My words were quiet, but strong. "I am in need-" I could hear shouts coming closer, the sound of footfalls suddenly meeting my ears. "Of help! Guide me and take me to a place where I will be safe!"

"I found her!" I turned my head, seeing one of my chasers only a few yards from me. As he turned, making a full sprint for me, I closed my eyes, tears sliding from them.

"Please save me!" It seemed as though my final plea had caught someone's attention, because the man seemed to slow and the world around me turn into a light gray color. The wand itself glowed a wild silver, the light moving to enfold me in its gentle embrace. Relief flooded through me until the glow covered my chaser. Once more he sped up, reaching for me. I tried to take a step away, but I was frozen in place. I wasn't sure if it was fear or the wand holding me in place, but I couldn't take a single step.

A look of triumph crossed over his face as his hand curled around my bag. With a shriek of terror, I could finally move. I jerked my arm out from my purse and kneed him in the groin. He wasn't expecting me to knee him, because his arm was raised as though to block a punch. As he curled into himself, he pulled my bag into his chest, clinging to it like a lifeline. I gave one final kick, knocking him away from me just as the silver glow sped back towards me, moving into the wand. The last thing I saw of my surroundings was the spilled contents of my bag; the book with the assassin's symbol carved into it. I didn't even have time to reach out to try and grab it- once the silver came back, my surroundings changed completely.

So there it is! I'll actually have the next chapter up somewhat soon- today or tomorrow. Pointers are welcome, reviews are welcome, flames are not. Word it in a pleasent way and I will grandly appreciate it!