Assassin's Creed: The Crusades (private only.)

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Dalia sighed and rested her head. She didn't know what to say about Haytham's failure, but she was tired, that's for sure.

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"No, I want to go now..." Haytham said unhappily as he jumped on his horses back. He pulled Iona up on the horse, flinching greatly as he did so. Then he rode off to Maysaf. (Timeskip because I can XD)

Haytham slowly walked to Al Mulaum. "Mentor....." He started out. "I have failed you." He dropped to one knee, flinching again. "I am sorry." Then he awaited his punishment.

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Al Mualim narrowed his eyes. He was clearly upset. "that is not what I am most concerned about. I was told of the murder of a family, during your journey. Altair has told me of this. He saw you ran off as the home burnt down and the children burnt in there along with their parents! It was a templar family. The same family that raised you before you came here! How am I to react to this?! How many times do I have to say 'stay your blade from the innocent"?!?!" He raised his voice "I am tired of betrayal and disobedience! Not only you have failed the mission, but you had destroyed a family's life! Get out of my sight. This might teach these foolish novices what happens if you 'forget' the tenants. Get out of here, and don't you dare come back."
"murderer!" Altair ran in, about to attack Haytham but was held down by two informers. "there were children in there!!! CHILDREN!!!" He never felt so angry in his life.

(did I do good?)

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(WTH!? This was worse than
I thought=AMAZING)
Haytham looked up in shock. "What!? What do you mean!?" He stood up and backed away in shock. No no no! Not again! Please dont make me have to be abandoned again! "I did no such thing!" He looked at Altiar, shock and pain in his eyes. "You know me Altiar! I would never do that! Especially children!" He felt weak and was now shaking. "Wh- I-!" He couldn't say a thing now. It was like the whole world was caving in. "Fine! If You believe I would do such a thing and accuse me without letting me speak then I better leave!" Hayhtam snapped. He was surprised at the strength in his voice. He snapped his head to the side and glared at Altiar. "Even you! You, my closest friend, would even believe I would do such a thing! Well I don't need this order or anyone! Screw you all!" And with that Haytham sprinted out, shoving Altiar out of the way. He soon went to his secret spot and collapsed to his knees, gasping and fighting off tears. His wound was bleeding again and hurt to the point of tears. A man shouldn't cry.... but he couldn't help it. He was wounded, his pride was wounded, and he was once again betrayed. Once again abandoned. (HHHAAAYYYTTTHHHAAAMMMM DX)

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Altair glared as he left, and when he was let go, he trembled onto his knees.
Dalia watched and walked over to Al Mualim. "master, please, you must reconsider-"
"save your breath, Dalia. He is a murderer." Altair hissed.
"I don't want to hear it." Al Mualim stated.
"let me be the one to be exiled, you know Haytham didn't do it!" Dalia begged.
"no more! How would you know he didn't do it?! Get back to work." Altair hissed at her.

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Iona was outside, waiting for Haytham's return. There was nothing, it was getting dark, he must have decided to stay in. She got up reluctantly and made her way to her makeshift home.

The dog had smelt Iona and Haytham's return, he found the man's trail, but there was no sign of the woman. Feeling better having one than none, he followed the scent trail and caught sight of the male. He didnt look as happy as he was before, in fact, it was just the opposite; it made him sad to see the human upset, he began to whimper lightly and lick his fingers. This human normally liked it when he did so, maybe that could cheer him up.

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Dalia left, looking for Gavri, because he said they needed to talk.

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Haytham flinches in surprise as something wet touched his hand. It was the dog. He sat up and leaned against the tree, gritting his teeth in pain. "Hey there." He muttered to the dog and started to pet it. "I guess I can't keep on calling you dog or boy so I'll give you a temporary name. Gawee, it means strong. Iona will probably have a better name though. So we can change your name if you don't like it." Iona, the name floated around in his mind. His heart ached for her. He needed her. Where was she now. He wanted to move but his limbs refused. His chest hurt and he was weighed down by all of the events that happened. So he stayed there and closed his eyes. He then fell asleep, dreaming about his past.

[House Stark]

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Gawee looked to Haytham with a whimper. The man didnt show his teeth. For his kind, showing teeth was a threat, but humans did that when they were happy, at least thats what Gawee noticed. He licked the man a couple more times until it hit him that he couldnt make him happier. This man's teeth showed a lot when he's around his owner. Perhaps the woman could make him happier. If the man was here, the the woman should be nearby. Gawee let out a couple barks as he frantically searched for his owner. He checked her house first, and there she was! He tugged on her removable skin barking in between tugs. Then began to walk toward Haytham, looking back to see if she understood what he wanted ger to do. This human was smart! She was walking right behind him. Good. He ran the rest of the way, stopping everynow and then, waiting for his human to catch up.

Iona was quite confused, where was the mutt taking her? She had nothing better to do, and he seemed troubled. Her eyes widened to see Haytham lying limply on the ground. She ran to his side, kneeling next to him. It relieved her greatly to see his chest move. He was not dead, just asleep in an awkward position. She had supported his weight before, but she doubted she could carry him anywhere. She left quietly and returned with a thick blanket that she laid over him and crawled underneath herself. If she couldnt bring him to a bed, she'd bring the bed to him. She hooked her leg around his, her hand on his upper chest, and her head was in between his shoulder and his jaw, lightly pressed against his neck.