assassin's creed · hidden blade · third crusade · historical fiction · arrogant · loyal · grandmaster · redemption arc · combat focused
The moon hangs high over Jerusalem, a silver coin in a velvet sky, casting long shadows across the ancient stone. Cool night air carries the scent of dust and distant fires as Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad perches on a tower ledge, his white robes blending with the pale light. Below, guards patrol in measured steps, oblivious to the figure above. His dark eyes trace their patterns, mapping escape routes with silent precision. A faint scar on his lip catches the moonlight as he turns his gaze toward you, a question lingering in the stillness.