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Hidden by Time (Main Story)

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Born into the Brotherhood. Hearing this phrase was commonplace when I was young. We resided in the town of Masyaf and operated from the overlooking fortress. When Altaïr succeeded Al Mualim as Mentor of the Brotherhood, he was more supportive of the idea of family. That is how my generation came to be Assassins. Tales of when Altaïr came out of retirement to restore the Brotherhood to its former glory after his childhood friend turned rival, Abbas Sofian had staged a coup to take leadership from him were the favourite stories of my father, Malik Al-Sayf the Younger (publicly appearing as Tazim), one of the many who had a first hand experience in aiding him. I was named for his deceased uncle, Kadar. If only he knew how grand of an adventure I would soon embark on, whether I liked it or not. 

It all started in the year 1257 when a Mongol horde was attacking Masyaf proper. At this point I was 21 years old and was trained personally by my father and from age 11 onwards by formal instructors in the true ways of the Assassins, ideologically and mentally then, physically now. I was to defend the villagers while they retreated to safe areas. Me and my team stood valiantly, striking at least two each by attacking with our Hidden Blades from above and drawing our swords to face many more. For the most part, the defence was a success as we (joined close to the end by an elderly Altaïr escorting the explorers Niccolò and Maffeo Polo, wielding an artefact described in my father’s stories as a “Piece of Eden”, more specifically one called the Apple) were able to hold the Mongols off long enough for the innocent to get to safety and the structure of the castle was never sufficiently breached to do substantial damage to our resources or morale/belief in the Creed, but we suffered several casualties and many more injuries to achieve this victory. Case in point, I was pierced by a hostile arrow in the abdomen and bleeding fast. Though my team rushed me to a medic as fast as they could, there was nothing I could do to keep myself from passing out.

When I came to, I was outside my family house and nobody seemed to be around. I let out a sigh of relief and head inside thinking that the whole affair with the Mongol attack was a dream. As I entered, my mother jumped up and said “Kadar! Thank goodness you’re not dead.”

“Why would I be dead, Mother?” I asked. Whatever state she was in seemed to wear off quickly as she was able to gather herself sufficiently to say “I heard what happened after the attack. You passed out on your way to hospital yesterday afternoon and earlier this morning, a guard reported hearing an unusually strong wind blowing inside your room. When he said that is was a mound of dust blowing out the window from your empty bed, we feared the worst.” This and me looking down at where the arrow originally struck to find a bloody tear in the fabric of my robes confirmed in my mind that the siege was no dream but now what was confusing me was that I had regained consciousness outside my mother's residence without so much as one drop of blood erupting from the wound that had not already, nor pain in that general area. 

Nobody, not even the finest medics in Masyaf were able to explain my condition but what they didn’t know what that shortly if not immediately after I first came to, the arrow wound had healed. When I went to bed that night, I noticed a silvery scar where the wound was supposed to be. When I asked about this, the issue came up about a rumor that lead to a myth about a wandering god. I enquired for details, and so learned about a man who’s soul, some say, “hadn’t passed onto the path to the afterlife and remained in this plain, creating a new body that never aged for centuries.” It then made sense when the discussion steered towards said man covering his face and only ever using a knife as a weapon that was not his bare fists. So absurd was the idea that it caused me to wander the streets of Jerusalem in denial, checking into the local bureau at least once a month to make sure I didn’t miss the majority of major jobs. Because of this, only I and the man behind the desk there noticed that my body did indeed not age, making me the perfect candidate for missions that require the utmost agility, though this was not always the case.