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A pause.

“So…Malik…where are we going?”

“Well, given the fuss we caused, it would be best to leave the city. So first we shall fetch my shopping, and then we will be on our way. Fortunately I secured most of my supplies before the scuffle.”

“Wait, we’re leaving the city?” Naji questioned, “Doesn’t that seem a bit drastic? Why not simply lay low?”

Malik turned to meet his eyes. “I am a drifter. I only stop in the cities when I am low on supplies. It is better, and easier, for me to stay on the move.”

Naji frowned. Something about the wording...“Are you on the run from something?”

“Not exactly. Nonetheless, my situation is a little complicated. Now, stop dawdling. We will speak more once we’re on the road.”

He groaned. What had he condemned himself to?

For someone who claimed not to spend much time in the cities, Malik seemed to know them like the back of his hand, easily mapping them through the alleys and backways and out of the sight of any guards. Eventually he took them around a corner where a small pile of bundles lay nestled in a shadowed crook of a building. What startled Naji though was the large eagle that sat perched on a crate, like a safeguard. He gave a squawk when he saw them and Naji jumped.

“What the—what is that? Why is it here?” he said, shuffling back as the bird flapped it’s wings briefly as though to shoo him off.

Malik made a clucking sound with his tongue and reached out an arm, inviting the bird to it, which it took quickly and shuffled its way onto Malik’s shoulder. He stroked its feathers briefly before letting his hand drop.

“This is my companion,” he explained, “He was guarding my belongings.”

“…Oh,” Naji glanced over the bird, unnerved by its piercing stare, “So he’s safe?”

“More or less, so long as you do not provoke him.”

Naji looked less than convinced. “Great.”

Malik chuckled, bending down to gather his things and passing some of them into Naji’s arms.

“Come, we have what we need.”

He peered around the corner before leading them down another road.

By the time they reached the gates Naji was beginning to question the wisdom of this decision. Malik seemed like a trustworthy individual, but he knew nothing about the man or his travels, and this business about staying out of the cities troubled him, as it implied there was more going on then he was going to like. But he couldn’t exactly just bail. Perhaps he could simply come along until they reached the next city and then be on his way.

Malik didn’t pay him much mind as began packing his horse, murmuring gently to it as the eagle took flight and hovered in small circles above them. Naji watched him before Malik nudged his side and he returned his attention to handing over his bundles. Once they were secured Malik mounted the horse and reached out a hand.

“Get on,” he said.

Naji frowned as he regarded it, unsure. “I…I have not really ridden horses before.”

A raised eyebrow was all he received in response. “Just put your foot in the stirrup and grab hold. I’ll pull you up.”

He did as Malik instructed, bumping his leg into the horse’s rump as he tried to swing it over.

“Are we really going to spend the night out in the wilderness?” he asked, already feeling reluctance at the mere idea.

Malik chuckled. “No. There is a village a short ride from here. We should reach it in a few hours. We will find accommodations there, so I may gather the rest of what I need, and be on the road tomorrow.”

With that, he kicked his heels and they were off.

* * * *

Two hours later found Naji bored and burning under the mid afternoon sun. He had not even had time to acquire a proper cloak, though Malik assured him they would remedy that once they reached the village. He had entertained himself a while by watching the eagle, who followed them steadily overhead.

“Does your bird have a name?”

“He does.”

“…Are you going to tell it to me?”

“Perhaps later.”

He groaned.

"Did you have any family or friends in the city?" Malik returned, "Someone you might have wished to appraise of you departure?"

"Do you always talk like this? And no. I'm not from that city. It's just, uh, just where I wound up."

"I see."

Naji was not about to make Malik aware of his thieving ways. Not yet anyway.

"Where are you from?" he asked instead.

"The city of Masyaf. It is a long journey from here."

Naji looked a little surprised. "Masyaf? Really? I've only heard stories of it."

"Oh?" Malik grinned a little, glancing over his shoulder, "What exactly have you heard?"

"That it's home to cutthroats and murderers, and secretly houses an army intent on someday taking over the neighboring cities."

Malik laughed. "Truly? How curious." He turned back to the road. "The Masyaf I grew up in is a peaceful city, full of interesting people. It's had a few troubles here and there," his eyes darkened for a moment in thought, before continuing, "but it is strong, and does not bow under hardships."

"Sounds like a nice place to live."

"It is. Though further out and more isolated than many people prefer. We are somewhat self-sustaining that way."

A cry suddenly sounded from overhead and both looked up. The eagle began swooping low and gaining speed.

Naji frowned. "What' wrong with your bird?"

"Nothing is wrong with him," Malik said, "He's giving an alert. It means the village is just ahead."

"Oh, thank Allah!" At the curious look Malik gave him, he grinned sheepishly, "No offense, but your horse is killing me."

"Ah, yes. I forgot it is your first time riding." Malik suddenly turned a little more to see him better and made a sound with his tongue, "Your posture needs a lot of work, it is no wonder you are sore."

Naji raised an eyebrow. "My posture? What's wrong with it?"

"You are too tense, for one thing. You are also sitting awkwardly. This will place a lot of string on your back and legs."

"Oh. I thought you just sat on a horse and that was it."

"It is a little more complicated than that. Thank goodness you are simply riding with me and not alone. You may well have killed yourself by now."

Naji looked startled. "What?!"

Malik merely laughed at him.

True to his words, the village soon came into view as they passed over a hill, and Naji gave an audible sigh of relief. His stomach was famished and the entirety of his lower body ached from the short trip.He was looking forward to a hopefully hot meal and warm bed.

Which was why he was more than a little put out when Malik spoke briefly to a man who directed them to a small stable on the edge of the village.

"We're staying here?" he asked, trying not to sound irritated or incredulous.

"It will do," Malik answered as he dismounted the horse and tethered it to the stall, "There is a loft above where you may sleep, if you are uncomfortable being so close to the horses."

"What of you?"

"Do not concern yourself." Malik then gazed at him expectantly.

"What?" Naji said, faintly apprehensive.

"Are you going to come down?" Malik clarified.

"Oh." He glanced briefly to either side, hesitant and debating the best option, before lifting his leg to try and swing himself over.

His attempt proved vastly unsuccessful as his muscles immediately cramped, causing him to jerk in surprise pain, catching his foot in the stirrup and falling ungracefully off the horse. Fortunately, he was spared from potentially injuring himself on the hard ground as Malik deftly caught hold of him and carefully eased him the rest of the way down.

"Ow," he stated bluntly, as soon as his feet were properly planted.

Malik smirked at him as he helped him straighten himself. "That could have ended rather poorly for you. Are you alright?"

"Aside from the fact that I really don't want to be standing? Wonderful."

"You'll manage. We'll work on your riding skills tomorrow."

"Can't I walk instead?"

"I imagine you could, but you'll be just as worn out by the end. It is a long trek."

Naji moaned at the prospect of so much travelling.

"Do not complain. You are simply too used to the city. This will help you build your endurance. Perhaps than you will not be so scrawny, and susceptible to beatings from the guards."

"You're a horrible man. I bet it's just your horse that's the problem." Said horse turned slightly and bumped into him, sending him stumbling in surprise. He glared at it. "Wretched beast."

"You insulted him first. He is a fine horse, and I'll have you know he rode easy for your sake," Malik spoke as he unloaded a few things from his saddle pouch, "and speaking of," he glanced momentarily at Naji, "I don't suppose you will confess to me exactly what warranted that spectacle with the guards?"

Naji gave a somewhat nervous smile. "I may have been trying to filch a little coin from them."

Malik grinned a little before abruptly smacking him in the back of the head. Naji reeled spectacularly, struggling not to hit the dirt, and as soon as his balance was assured he grabbed the assaulted area and moaned.

"Allah!" he cried, scowling, "what was that for, you demon?!"

"Next time take more care not to be caught," was the other's response.

He gaped for a moment in outrage, "You mean to say you were scolding me? I've taken softer hits from stealing, you...you brute!"

Malik had the audacity to laugh at him then, and Naji suffered the injustice quietly.

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Naji has grown on me like a weed (a cute, charming weed at that).
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"I must go and finish gathering supplies. You wait here with the horse, and I will bring back something for us to eat."

"Why must I wait here? I can't come with you?"

Malik raised an eyebrow. "Were you not just professing how sore you were, and now you wish to walk?"

Naji colored a little, and as if in reminder, the ache in his legs burned, forcing him to suppress a groan.

He lowered himself to sit in the straw. "Yeah. I'll wait here."

Malik gave him a faintly smug look, shaking his head, before turning and walking out of the stables. Naji watched him go until he was out of sight, and turned to glance at the horse, who was watching him quietly.

"Don't you dare kick me."

* * * *

Malik was not very surprised upon his return to see Naji poking through bags in the stable, glaring at his horse and muttering threats to it as though he believed it was conspiring to do him bodily harm.

"--I'm no fool, I've seen horses from the cities before, and enough of them have tried to run me down in the past that I know your kind is no good, I don't see why I'm such an offense that they--"

"Do you always ramble to animals as though they were people? If you do, I have a few birds that I wouldn't mind you conveying some messages to for me."

The other jumped, startled, and caught his hand in the sack he was going through in his hast to yank it out. He pulled it free and stumbled, glaring at Malik.

"You frightened me!"

"Yes, I see that. I hope very much for your sake that you were not rummaging in my bags as well."

Naji panicked and shook his head. "No, no! I left them alone, I swear!" He kicked his feet at the ground. "Your horse would've likely bitten my hand off if I tried."

"You have no reason to be so afraid of him," Malik reasoned, moving there himself and carefully arranging the parcels in his arms. "In addition, you should not be going through anything else here either. I doubt any of it will be of use or value to you."

"I...I wasn't stealing anything! I was just...curious..."

Malik gave him a look and he wisely looked away.

Malik gave him a look and he wisely looked away.

“Here,” the elder said, holding out a small bundle.

He reached out to accept it, unwrapping it to find a loaf of fresh bread and a small cut of cheese, as well as fruit. Oh, it was humble, but it looked wonderfully appetizing right now. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, and his stomach rumbled appreciatively at the sight.

“Thank you.”

Malik nodded as he finished packing away his purchases, seating himself across from Naji in the straw and unwrapping his own food. They ate in silence for a while.

“So,” Malik started, “You mentioned before you were not from that city. Do you travel much then?”

“Well, not really. I actually was living in another city before, but then…things happened and I had to leave.”

“Oh? What things?”

Naji’s expression become hesitant and he glanced away, tearing a piece from his loaf and nibbling on it.

“Ah. Something unlawful I presume? You may tell me. I will not care.”

He studied Malik a moment. “Well…you already know I’m…a thief, more or less. I usually just pickpocketed; guards, citizens, whatever I needed to get by. Sometimes,” he stressed it, giving the elder a pointed look, “Sometimes I would steal other things. Nice things. Items that would fetch a good price. Or that I liked.”

He paused for a moment, glancing at the floor. Malik nodded for him to continue.

“One day a convoy came into the city, escorted by…soldiers in unusual garbs. They were bringing in what looked like the spoils of a siege, all carrying chests and boxes of various sizes. I was curious, so I followed them. They went to the keep in the north of the city, where they were met by one of the officials. They opened the boxes and inside were a number of strange items, but one of them was…this curious looking golden ball. I remember thinking how it seemed to…draw attention to it. I thought it was interesting.”

Malik was suddenly listening raptly, leaning forward, his posture stiff and tense and his eyes narrowed.

“Once the inspection was over they brought everything inside and took it to a storage vault. The ball…I realized I wanted it. It didn’t look like much when I thought about it, but I thought it might still have some use, or at least fetch a good sum. And it didn’t really look like something they’d miss. I snuck into the keep later and stole it.”

“You stole it?” Malik suddenly barked, and Naji jumped, startled.

“Wh—what? Yes, I mean…why? Does it matter?”

Malik frowned, leaning back. “Finish your story,” he said after a moment.

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Can't wait to hear more on Naji's story.

There would have been more, more including the rest of the first chapter, but my file somehow got corrupted after I finished it, and I lost the entire end. So now I'm pissed off and rewriting it, and it's taking me a little while due to frustration.

Afterwards though, hopefully updates will be sooner and more frequent, as the first chapter is the one I've been fighting to get through. I have so much crap written for the other chapters it's just sad that it's taken me this long to finish the first.

Dude, it's no worries. I can relate to corruption issues.
(Half my 3D environments in college would almost always get corrupted somehow)
Just having you regularly fill this makes me stupidly giddy and you have my gratitude for even deciding to fill it in the first place.

Many, many thanks. And I'll patiently wait for the next installment.

So after I lost the rest of the first chapter and had to rewrite it, I went back and changed a few things, so here's 14 again with new stuff.
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“Here,” the elder said, holding out a small bundle.

He reached out to accept it, unwrapping it to find a loaf of fresh bread and a small cut of cheese, as well as fruit. Oh, it was humble, but it looked wonderfully appetizing right now. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, and his stomach rumbled appreciatively at the sight.

“Thank you.”

Malik nodded as he finished packing away his purchases, seating himself across from Naji in the straw and unwrapping his own food. They ate in silence for a while.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You may.”

“I was wondering…why did you save me from the guards, back in the city? I mean…you knew nothing about me, but you risked yourself to save me.”

Malik grinned smugly. “It was hardly a ‘risk’.”

“Whatever,” Naji grumbled, “Just…why?”

“I’ve been around long enough to know that the city guards are often brutes even on good days, and they are not above harassing citizens just to pass time. As for why I stepped in…I simply felt like it. I did not wish to stand by and watch you been slain. So I stopped it.”

“But…what if you’d know before? That I was thief?”

“It would not have altered my decision. Many people are thieves, for many reasons. I don’t think it picking pockets is worth dying over. My actions still would be the same.”

Naji was stunned, a little. “I…thank you. Most people…most people wouldn’t have cared. They probably would have been happy to see me put down.”

“I am not most people.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he smiled.

Malik smiled back. “I suppose I’ll simply have to find a god use for you, until you can pay me back.”

Naji winced. Crap. He had half-hoped the other had forgotten. “You’re not going to…make me your slave or anything, are you?”

“You would make a poor slave, I’d wager. There’s always the chance you’d palm something I gave you to handle, and you clearly don’t have the kind of stamina for any hard labor. No, I’m sure I’ll think of something else.”

“When you say it like that, I worry.”

The vague evil look the man gave him only heightened the feeling.

“So,” Malik started, “You mentioned before you were not from that city. Do you travel much then?”

“Well, not really. I actually was living in another city before, but then…things happened and I had to leave.”

“Oh? What things?”

Naji’s expression became hesitant and he glanced away, tearing a piece from his loaf and nibbling on it.

“Ah. Something unlawful I presume? You may tell me. I will not care.”

He studied Malik a moment. “Well…you already know I’m…a thief, more or less. I usually just pickpocketed; guards, citizens, whatever I needed to get by. Sometimes,” he stressed it, giving the elder a pointed look, “Sometimes I would steal other things. Nice things. Items that would fetch a good price. Or that I liked.”

He paused for a moment, glancing at the floor. Malik nodded for him to continue.

“One day a convoy came into the city, escorted by…soldiers in unusual garbs. They were bringing in what looked like the spoils of a siege, all carrying chests and boxes of various sizes. I was curious, so I followed them. They went to the keep in the north of the city, where they were met by one of the officials. They opened the boxes and inside were a number of strange items, but one of them was…this curious looking golden ball. I remember thinking how it seemed to…draw attention to it. I thought it was interesting.”

Malik was suddenly listening raptly, leaning forward, his posture stiff and tense and his eyes narrowed.

“Once the inspection was over they brought everything inside and took it to a storage vault. The ball…I realized I wanted it. It didn’t look like much when I thought about it, but I thought it might still have some use, or at least fetch a good sum. And it didn’t really look like something they’d miss. I snuck into the keep later and stole it.”

“You stole it?” Malik suddenly barked, and Naji jumped, startled.

“Wh—what? Yes, I mean…why? Does it matter?”

Malik frowned, leaning back. “Finish your story,” he said after a moment.

Naji stared at him, confused, but continued, “Well, I’m not sure what it was, but apparently it was more important than I thought. I didn’t even make it out of the keep before they came after me, and caught me. They beat me and took it back, and then I was thrown in the dungeons, to be executed. I panicked and worked to find a way to escape. I found one and got out of there as soon as I could. The soldiers however found out I’d escaped and were searching the city for me. The only choice I had was to leave.”

Malik was radiating tension; silent, pensive. Naji watched him nervously, uncertain why his story seemed to have rattled the man.

Finally he spoke. “This ball…did it have strange grooves and markings? About this size?” he used his hands to give an example.

“Yeah…yeah it did. How did you…?”

“The keep it was kept in. Do you still remember where it was? And the room it was stored in?”

His frown deepened. “Yes…”

Malik was quiet for a long time, his face drawn in deep thought.

“What city was it?”

“It was...Tyre..." he answered, "But that was a year ago.”

“Even if it is no longer there, they may still have information about it, and where it was moved.”

“Wait…you want it? The ball?”

“Yes.”

"Why?"

Malik flicked his eyes up at him before sliding them to look at something outside. Naji followed his gaze to see the eagle flying in low sweeps, as though patrolling, and his brow furrowed, looking back to Malik.

"To be free," he said finally, softly, "The orb...took something from me. And I must get it back, no matter the cost."

Cryptic. And confusing. "What does that mean?"

Malik's face suddenly took on a calm edge and he turned back to his meal. "I will explain later."

Great.

Time crept by as Malik busied himself with a number of menial tasks, packing his things and rearranging them, occasionally pulling out documents and jotting something down, feeding and grooming his horse. At one point he climbed up into the loft and left something there, though Naji didn’t see what it was. He then settled down with a book and began to write in it, while Naji sat bored and restless across from him. It wasn’t like he could go anywhere, and even if he wanted to, he had nowhere to go. Malik was obviously no longer in the mood for conversation, which left him picking at the straw on the floor and desperately wishing for something to do.

He cursed himself for getting into this mess. What had his mother once said? If you can help it, never be indebted to someone.

Well, obviously he had failed to heed that advice.

In his defense, though, dying wasn't exactly a preferable affair.

Suddenly the eagle let out a sharp cry, startling him, and Malik looked up to see the sun beginning to set outside. He let out a low, short sigh as he gathered himself up to his feet and closed the book, replacing it into the saddle bag. He then turned to face Naji, and the look in his eyes made him sit up straight, anxiousness pooling in his gut.

"You asked me before why I needed that treasure.” Malik spoke, voice edged with something he couldn’t put his finger on, “But I'm afraid I cannot explain it to you know. There are...things you need to learn first."

"Things?" He didn't like the sound of that.

The elder nodded. "For now, all you need know is this. When the sun sets, I am going to leave, and I will not return until dawn. Do not look for me. Or rather," he smiled, "There will be no need."

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but…that wasn’t it.

His face went slack. “Wait, what?! You're joust going to leave me here alone? How do you I won't leave? Or,” he stuttered, but it came out anyway, “Or take anything?”

The smiled widened. "You won't,” Malik announced confidently, “And you won't be alone. You're going to watch my eagle.”

He sincerely hoped this conversation was going to start making sense soon.

“Your eagle? Why would I need to watch your eagle? He seems perfectly capable of looking after himself.”

“Oh, believe me, he’s alright now, but at night he is different. I imagine he will be in something of a foul mood once he learns of this. If he asks you, tell him I left a note to explain. He will know where to find it.”

“If he asks me? If he asks me what? Why would he ask me anything? How would he ask me anything? Why would he be different?” he gripped his hair in frustration, “Malik, I don't understand what you're saying!"

“Calm yourself. You will understand soon enough.” He moved over to soothe his horse, which was kicking restlessly at the ground. “In the meantime, I will tell you this. You would do well not to run from him. He likely won't be happy, and doubtless he will be far less even-tempered than I when he questions you. If you think I am harsh, let this be my advice. Do not run."

What was Malik talking about? What was he talking about? Why was he leaving? Where was he going? Why was he talking about his bird like it was a person? A note? Don't run?

He desperately wished he wasn’t here, that this whole thing wasn’t happening. He was just imagining it, a mixture of boredom and the long afternoon spent under the burning sun.

He sent Malik an imploring look. “I don’t understand what you expect from me.”

The man didn’t answer. Instead he reached out his arm and the eagle flew down to alight upon it. Malik stroked its head briefly and it crooned, nipping his fingers. He then gave his arm a shake and it lifted, flying up and disappearing into the loft. He and Malik watched it before the elder turned to leave, Naji staring at his back, head spinning as it tried to make sense of exactly what had just transpired. Malik paused in the doorway and glanced over his shoulder.

"Remember. Do not run.”

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