A promise kept (Non-canon)

The punch in Erik stomach made him fall backwards down on to the ground. He slowly gets up and runs over to the templar named Siegfried to punch him. He dodges the punch and knees Erik in his chest. He couches up blood and falls down on the ground. Blood is escaping his mouth in a slow stream.
He thinks to himself "Is this the end?" A breeze rolls in carrying the sent of Malak to his nostrils. He slowly makes his head turn to look at her laying just 3 meters away from him. Tied in her hand and feet.
"Can't I even save the one I love? … The one I value more then my life?"
His eyes widen.
"No!"
Siegfried looks down at him. "Are you still alive?" His face turns excited and he sits down next to Erik.
As he get's up he thinks to himself "I must save her" The pain in his body is strong.
"Oh? There's still some fighting spirit in you? That's it… just a little further. You're almost there." As Erik slowly get's up Siegfried raises himself from his sitting position.
The last is the toughest but Erik fights through the pain and get's up.
"Good job my friend. You got up all on your own. Not that it will help you. The fact that you are still standing is fantastic."
Erik can't hear anything Siegfried is saying all he can see is Malak waking up and forming the words "I love you"
"A normal warrior would have fainted by now. You know, I always thought that you were a great warrior. To kill you is a privilege I feel honored to have in my hands. "
As Siegfried ends his sentence he pulls out a knife and stabs against Erik's head. But Erik has found new powers inside of him. His love for Malak and all of his friends in the Brotherhood. With his right hand he catches his opponents attack and forces his hand down.
"Oh now you are just annoying!"
Sigfried takes a step back and starts jabbing at Erik who manages to dodge them all except one who cuts his cheek. He wipes the blood away and makes his way inside of Sigfrieds guard and punches him in his stomach making him fly backwards. Siegfried wipes away some blood from his moth and gets up smiling.
"So there is some fighting spirit left in you?" He looks over at Malak "Or maybe it's her who is holding you up? " He dashes towards her "And that is your biggest mistake!" He pulls out his sword and swings it at Malak. Erik stops the blow with his sword and looks at Siegfried with eyes that can kill a man. Siegfried retreats his sword as Erik stands in front of Malak. He growls and attacks the templar. His sword flies through the air pushing his opponent back and away from the woman he loves. Siegfried manages to push away Erik and gaining his footing again. He is panting heavily as is Erik.
"You are a quite skilled fighter… but you will never defeat me with her clouding your mind. Eventually you will die!"
They both run at each other and clash with their swords. The Viking sword that Erik got from his father flies through the air and lands a few meters away. Siegfried points his sword at Erik's throat. He quickly slaps it away and pulls out the sword he was entrusted with from his dead friend. Their fight continues and Erik gains the upper hand he never gives his opponent any time to rest. His attacks are so fierce he breaks Siegfried's sword in half with his sword. He rams his sword through Siegfried in one swift motion. Blood is pumping out of his body as Erik pulls out his sword and lets him fall down on his knees bleed to death.
Erik runs over to Malak and cuts open her ropes. He helps her up on her knees and she throws herself on him kissing him and hugging him.
"I-I love you." He says to her between the kisses.
Her face turns red like a tomato as she says "I love you too."
Suddenly Malaks face turns from happy to a face of pain. She looks down and can see blood sipping out of her stomach. The blade is Eriks that he lost in the battle. His Viking sword that he swore to protect Malak with. From behind Malak's shoulder Siegfried shows his ugly face. He licks his lips.
"Sorry for interrupting such a heart warming scene."
He rams the sword through Malak. Her eyes roll back into her head and she takes her last breathe. Erik screams and jumps onto Siegfried smashing his head into the ground. Erik's knuckles and Siegfried's bony skull meet. His rage is stronger than any rage he has ever felt before. It will never be satisfied. His tears are flowing down his face. His punches rain down on his enemy like arrows on a battlefield. He breaks his hand as he smashes Siegfried's skull open. His blood flies all over the ground and onto Erik face and clothes. Suddenly he can feel a hand stopping his punches. It is Raphael holding him back.
"Erik! … He is dead."
Erik let's go of Siegfried and runs over to Malak. He holds her and kisses her trying to make her wake up. Tears are flowing down his cheeks as he screams out his pain a pain that will never go away. Raphael lowers his head in respect.



As in tradition in the brotherhood Malak is being cremated around her stands the assassins but Erik is nowhere to be seen. Master Andros steps forward and lights the fire.
"A mighty warrior has fallen."
All nods as the flames engulfs Malak taking her to the next life.


Erik is sitting in dark room with nothing but two candles, two glasses with wine and a portrait in front of him. He takes one of the glasses and clinks with the other.
"Cheers my love" The picture in the portrait is of Malak. Erik starts humming a tune and reaches out his hand.
"I promised you one last dance" Malak takes his hand and they start dancing. They can hear the music of that night when they danced for the first time. The night they did not have time for one last dance. They are waltzing to the music and finishes in a kiss. As their lips part ways Malak smiles and slowly fades away.
"I love you and I will always be with you" she says.
"I love you too!"
Erik smiles but then his feeling takes over hand and he falls down on his knees and cries.