Well... after much deliberation and biting my nails... I finally decided to upload the ACIII fan fiction I'd been working on since mid October.
I wasn't sure how I felt about it to be honest. I have REALLY enjoyed writing it thus far and although I'm pretty sure it's not the best out there, I did try to make it so it wasn't some silly 'lovey dovey' romance novel kind of story.
Although it DOES have a girl (oc) in it [Elena St. James] and there is a hint of subtle 'romance', it's not really about romance. It's more or less about friendship; an odd one at that. There's 10 chapters posted so far, and some are a bit long but I hope they're engaging none the less.
I DID have to guess on a few things as far as Connor and his story went because although they do go over quite a bit of it in the game, what happened during his childhood/young teen years is up for grabs lol So I went with that... thinking that perhaps through his wandering off and 'hunting' he'd meet 'the unusual girl with the funny accent'.
Ummmn... let's see, what else...
OH! Please, be nice with the reviews (but be honest as well) I was hoping to get my friend who is an editor to review it and fix it up, but she was busy so I did it myself as best I could.
Sorry if things run on forever, I tend to be very descriptive as a writer, but sometimes it can get 'too' descriptive XD

Elena St. James is Scottish, so she speaks with the Scots droll which I tried to translate into text (it was difficult haha!)

It had been years since either of them had seen one another, and by now in both of their minds it was sure that neither of them could possibly remember each other. But, fate is a strange animal; it has a wary course and a sense of humor.

Her name was Elena Mayvil St. James- 'Ellie' for short if he remembered correctly. She was an upstanding woman, polite, kind, but she possessed the tongue of a rattlesnake and her words had twice the sting.
His name, Connor Kenway as the pale men called him, but his true name was one few could pronounce properly.
He was a rebel to the British, a man to be marked and killed on sight, and right now he was in need of a hiding place. The red coated men were after him and for good reason. He'd just decapitated their commanding officer.
The reason? He was an Assassin, and sided with the American men.

He'd taken the west paths through the evergreen forest. The snow that had fallen the night before was far less in depth there because the trees sheltered the ground and less snow made it through the thick needled canopy. The path led to a valley through which be made his way onward, snow reaching to his stomach in some places. Now he'd made it here to a small cottage in the middle of a clearing and oddly enough the cottage belonged to someone he'd met before- Elena.
"I suppose you're wantin' a place t'hide from them soldiers that are chasin' ya, hm?" She asked him, her small but sharp voice echoed in the silence as locks of her shockingly red hair, which had been tied up in a neat bun, wafted in the icy wind.
The distant sound of a horse's neigh and the clamoring of guns and men sent a small hint of urgency into the man's eyes and he looked back to the woman before him with a small nod.
Elena looked away and forward, her hazel eyes casting a scanning glare out over the horizon before she looked back to the native man and sighed. Grabbing his hand she tugged him gently but also hastily. Without a word he obliged in silence, thankfully.
The door closed with a slam as the wind blew against it and Connor couldn't help but jolt ever slightly. Loud noises weren't usually that terrifying.
"Don't make yourself comfortable. You'll be out that door as soon as them Redcoats are gone past." Elena said swiftly and Connor smirked.
He knew she meant what she said; he'd been pushed out of her house before. But back then he was just a boy and the circumstances were different; as was the reason for his being 'booted out'.
Elena stood by the window taking a few moments to watch through the lace curtains for any signs of a pursuing party. Fortunately there was no sign just yet.
"I am sorry for asking this of you, friend Elena." Connor said softly, trying to sound as convincing as possible, but in truth he was actually sorry.
"Don't be apologizin'. You're doin' what you have t'survive against them monsters, I know." Elena said softly, she kept her gaze out the window as if refusing to acknowledge him fully.
Just then she shifted forward to her small fingers gently lifted the delicate lace a few inches and she said "Ah, yes, there y'are." Her voice was almost enchanting in is cheerfulness and Connor could only assume she was talking about the horde of Redcoats that had come into view just beyond the cabin.
Although it would have been a good idea to hide it became painfully obvious that there was in fact no place to hide in the small cabin. It was cozy and small, quaint and warm, but it was not meant to hide a man. Some begrudgingly Connor stood still for a moment before he made up his mind that although the offer was pleasant, he would have to leave. If he could not hide, he would have to run.
As his made his way toward the window at the back of the cabin he heard a small sound of discontent and he turned his head slightly to acknowledge it, if only for a moment.
"What do ya think you're doin'?" Elena asked, she'd now turned to fully face the man and Connor turned his head a bit further to reply.
"I cannot put you in danger. This cabin looked bigger from the outside, but there is no place for me to hide. If those men come in here, they will kill not only me but you as well. I cannot risk it. I must leave." He turned back around and made the final few steps to the window and leaned to open it slowly.
"Now just y'wait a minute there, boy. This little cabin may not be the biggest one out there, but she's got a few hiding places."
"Why didn't you say that before?" Connor asked, his body leaning forward for a brief moment of slight annoyance.
"Because, y'didn't ask. Come on, quickly." Elena replied and again her little hand grasped ahold of his and tugged him toward what looked like a door on the floor. Of course, a trap door! It was a cellar!
Elena tugged the door open and Connor hoped down into the darkness. It was cold and slightly damp but it was a hiding place and it would work for now.
"Now quiet, Britain's a'knockin' at m'door." Elena said as she closed the door softly. Connor could hear the knocking on the wooden door before he heard shuffling above his head. Elena had slid something over the door in the floor to hide it. Smart woman. He then listened as her footsteps led to the door and it opened. There was talking, no doubt the subject was him. If there was one good thing about the British soldiers, they were polite. Particularly to women, well, white women at least.
A few moments passed before Connor heard the door close and although it seemed as though the coast was clear, he heard a man's voice again. There was a soldier, in the house!
"Perfect." Connor said to himself as silently as he could. He crouched a bit lower to collect his body warmth. When he was on the move keeping warm was not a problem, but standing still in such a dark and damp place sent the odd chill through his body. His hands were now beginning to remember what it was like to feel cold instead of being numb. His feet, although shrouded in the warmth of animal hide boots were slowly soaking in the dampness below their soles as the muddy earth beneath them squelched grossly every time he moved the slightest.
To keep his hands occupied he placed one on the Tomahawk in its sling running a thumb over the curved metal shape. He then set his hand on the pistol on his back. This wasn't merely insurance that if the man, who was now inside the cabin, opened that door, he could kill him, but also because he wanted to check that both were in working order. Withdrawing the pistol from its holster he fondled around for the pouch of lead ball barring shaped bullets, and also a small packet of black powder. He'd loaded this gun so many times before he could literally do it in the dark, but his hands were still chilled to the bone so doing anything with them was a chore. Without much choice he lifted them one at a time to his mouth, blowing on the fingertips to warm them, lessening the chilled numbness so they were useable again. When he was satisfied at their dexterity he went back to loading the pistol as silently as possible. His ears honed and listening to the conversation that was going on just above him. From the sound of it the man who'd no doubt invited himself into the cabin was attempting to beseech Elena for any information on Connor's whereabouts. And of course, if he knew anything at all about this feisty Scottish woman, he knew there was no way in creation she'd tell him anything. At least, he hoped she wouldn't.
Once the pistol was loaded Connor gripped the gun tightly in his hand, his finger on the trigger. If he could time it right he could creep out of the cellar unnoticed and end the enemy soldier's life with a clean shot. The only problem was that he wasn't sure if there were any more soldiers still surrounding the cabin.