I can't believe I'm making another freaking story when I already have multiple open.

Brain, why must you be so imaginative?

Anyways, I decided that there aren't enough fan fictions about Connor Kenway, whom I absolutely adore. So, of course, this idea comes to my head (in a dream actually), and MY BRAIN WON'T LEAVE IT ALONE. Because I have other stories going on, this won't be updated quite as fast.

Official Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Isabella Calhoun, and my own little plot. I do not own anything Assassin's Creed related, nor do I claim to.

This will be following the game VERY LOOSLY. I REPEAT: VERY LOOSLY. Please do not come here to flame about how "This is wrong", or "This never happened". I don't want to hear it. This is MY story. Okay? Rant over.

Warning/Apology: If you are Native American, some things that are said in this chapter may offend you. I'm sorry if that happens, but I only use it because it's what happened in history. I would not put it in my story if it didn't have a point. So I apologize in advance if you are offended.

Now, without further ado, enjoy. PLEASE review and let me know what you think. If I don't get enough positive feedback, I will discontinue it. So if you really like it, let me know. Also let me know if this is complete horse shit. I want to hear both. But I worked really hard on it, so please do it kindly. Thank you.

Chapter One

Twenty year old Isabella stepped out of her house one early July morning onto the busy streets of town. She groaned internally at the heat that immediately surrounded her body, threatening to suffocate her as she walked. The young woman just moved to The New World from London, England one year ago. She loved her new home and all it had to offer, but one thing she didn't think she could ever get used to was the heat.

"Aye!" Her neighbor, an old man named Samuel Farnsworth, called out to her. He had himself perched on his front step, rum bottle in hand. His face and clothes were caked in a layer of dirt hand dust. However, despite his appearance, he was one of the kindest men she had ever met. "Good mornin', lass!"

Isabella smiled and waved. "Good morning, Mr. Farnsworth. And how are you this fine day?" Her flawless British accent very much differed from the cockney accent the old man possessed.

Samuel gave a kind smile. "Can't complain, lassie. How's yer ol' man?"

"I'm just headed off to see him now," she said as she walked closer to her beloved neighbor. "I haven't seen him in some time. He leaves before I wake, and returns when I'm already asleep."

He cackled, shaking his head. "Sounds like him."

Isabella's musical laugh floated through the air. "That it does. Well, I must be off. You take care of yourself now, Samuel." The young woman called over her shoulder as she walked in the direction of her father's tavern. "Don't forget to bathe!"

Samuel gave another laugh. "What would I do without you, lass?"

Isabella's rosy red lips smiled in return as she continued down the street, waving and saying hello to the people that she was acquainted with. The young woman wasn't hard to pick out in a crowd. With her fair skin, white-blonde hair, warm caramel eyes, rosy cheeks, and a personality that matched her outward beauty, people would instantly take a liking to her. They would be drawn in by her angelic features, and then trapped by her kind heart.

The blonde woman walked into her father's tavern smiling at his wary form behind the bar. "Hello, Father."

John Calhoun, a big man with peppered hair but still good enough looks to match his daughter's, walked out from behind the bar with his arms stretched out to Isabella. "There's my morning star." He took her face in his broad hands and kissed both cheeks. "How are you, dear?" John asked, his blue eyes sparkling in earnest.

"I am well, Father. Although," Bella frowned, "I miss you."

John sighed and made his way back around the bar. Although it was before lunch, there were still the few drinkers who would come in the mornings that John had to attend to. "I know, love. I'm trying. With your mother not here to help..." the big man looked off into nothingness, as if relishing in an old memory. Isabella's mother died while giving birth to her, so she never met the woman, but her father always did well telling her about every memory.

His eyes suddenly snapped back to life as he shrugged his shoulders. "Times are hard, darling."

Isabella smiled sadly. "I know father, but if you could just-"

"Oi!" A young drunk interrupted Bella from the back of the room, already struggling to even sit upright in his chair. "Another round then, if you will, sir!"

John furrowed his brow. "Don't you think you've had enough there, lad? It's only eleven in the morning!"

The drunk gave John a sarcastic look. "Who's payin' who then, aye?"

John sighed. "Alright then, just be patient." The man reached across the bar and set his hand down on Bella's with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, love. I know you're lonely."

The young woman patted his hand. "I know, Father. How about I make us dinner tonight?"

"'Ello?" The drunk raved. "I ain't gettin' any younger 'ere!"

John growled. "Come off it, man! You've just about run me dry of my alcohol!" He leaned across the bar and kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Dinner sounds lovely, darling. Ill be there."

"Promise?"

John paused before answering. "I'll be there, darling. Now go on, then. Go to the market and pick up the supplies to make supper." Isabella didn't get a chance to answer before her father was off, so she showed her own way out of the tavern.

Well, she thought sadly to herself as she walked into the summer heat once more, at least he didn't promise.


Isabella sat at her dinner table alone later on that evening. A part of her wanted to be shocked and mortified that her own father stood her up, but another part of her didn't expect any more from him. Ever since they moved to The New World he has engrossed himself in his work and left Bella to her own devices. The only rule that she had was that she was never to go into the woods by herself.

"There are savages," her father had told her seriously. "Colored people. They live off the land like animals and they act like animals. They cannot be trusted."

The first thing that came to Isabella's mind was doubt. Was there seriously people out there who were so dangerous? She didn't think it were possible. People acting like animals?

Hogwash!

The young woman sadly finished her plate of cold food. She had given her father an hour before she finally decided to eat, and yet there is still no sign of him. The blonde wasn't sure how much more she could take of her father's shenanigans, but then again, she didn't really have much of a choice.

After Isabella's plate was bare, she made her father's plate for when he got home and then began to clean up the rest. She couldn't help but feel greatly disappointed in her father, and slightly neglected.

The sun was just beginning to set as the last of the dinner mess was put away causing the heat outside to cool off significantly. Isabella decided to take advantage of the drop in temperature and go on a horseback ride. She quickly threw on her riding breaches, boots, and shirt and put up her long blonde locks into a ponytail for the ride. After walking outside to her backyard to tack up her palomino, Sunny, she was off.

Isabella rode to the outskirts of town so that she would have more room to let Sunny gallop around. She laughed and encouraged the horse with soft whispers, making Sunny's ears twitch back snd forth to listen to his master.

The blonde made it to the outskirts of the woods and she gently pulled Sunny to a stop, eyeing the tree line warily. Her brown orbs narrowed and her ears strained to hear any sound.

"Seems harmless," Isabella said thoughtfully. She looked up at the sky and noticed that there was still a while before it would get completely dark out, so, against her father's warnings, she gave Sunny a little nudge with her heels and they made their way towards the path. As they furthered into the woods, there were no signs or sounds of these "savages" her father had told her of. It was full of peace and tranquility.

Isabella quite liked it.

There was a sudden howl from a wolf in the distance, as if the woods were challenging her judgement. Sunny whinnied and took a few warning steps backwards, his ears flattening on his head. "Woah, boy," Isabella whispered, patting him reassuringly on the neck. "They are far away from us. You're safe, my love." Sunny hesitated before continuing down the path once more, trusting the word of his beloved master.

More time passed and it was beginning to get dark to the point where it was hard to see ten feet in front of her, so Isabella turned Sunny back around to the direction of home. They didn't get much further when a twig snapped, spooking Sunny into rearing up. "Woah, Sunny!" Isabella said as soothingly as possible. Her words had no affect, and Sunny reared up roughly one more. Isabella cried out as she lost her balance and fell off her horse backwards, hitting the ground with a pained grunt.

"Sunny!" Isabella panicked as said horse took off into the direction of home, leaving Bella on the ground. "Dammit!" She hissed, slamming her fist onto the ground.

"A lady should not speak in such a way."

Isabella screamed and whipped around to the direction of the voice, finding a big man in white robes and hood leaning against a tree. His arms were crossed over his chest, and although the hood casted a shadow over his eyes, she could see a smirk playing at his full lips. She noticed also that his hands and chin were of a darker shade, almost like copper. She had never seen such a skin tone before. He wasn't black, but he wasn't white either.

Isabella grunted as she pushed her bruised body to stand up, trying her hardest not to let it show on her face. "And who are you to determine how a lady should or should not speak?"

The smirk deepened on his lips and he pushed himself off the tree. Isabella instinctively took a step back earning a chuckle from the man. He stepped into the dim light of the moon and she was able to see more features if she strained her eyes. The man had a firm jaw and a straight nose and big brown eyes. He was, to her dismay, quite handsome.

After observing the man as much as she could, Isabella's eyes widened in fear when she made the realization of who, or rather what, he was. She took another few steps back until her back hit the tree. "I know what you are."

The man's brow furrowed. "What am I?"

"You're...you're a savage!"

A look of hurt crossed his face for a split second before disappearing. "And who are you to determine me as a savage? You do not know me, yakon:kwe (woman)."

Isabella's body shook in fear, and she suddenly felt very foolish. The Indian was right. She did not know him, yet she was standing here fearing him as if he had the black plague. She swallowed in attempt to moisten her suddenly dry throat. "M-my father told me of your kind," she whispered so softly, she wondered if he even heard.

He did.

The Indian's face turned into a scowl, but he made no advance toward her. "So you are determining who I am based on another's word?"

Tears filled Isabella's eyes. How could she be so dense? "I'm...I'm sorry. You're right." She pulled herself together and took a brave step forward, holding out her hand. "My name is Isabella Calhoun. What is yours?"

He eyed her hand warily before reaching out and giving it a firm shake. "Connor."

So he is aware of our greeting customs, she thought, He must spend time around whites. "Connor? That's not what expected." Isabella could've slapped herself. He must think her incredibly unintelligent with the way she was acting. Wait, she thought, why would I care what he thinks of me?

Connor smirked. "It was given to me. My true name is Ratonhnhaké:ton." Isabella gave him a blank stare. "Exactly."

The young woman cleared her throat. "Um...well...my horse spooked off so I should go make sure he made it home." She walked away before he could answer but then stopped suddenly, not remembering which direction she came from.

Connor watched on the pretty woman with amusement as she walked in different directions, obviously trying to remember where she came from. He took the time to admire how her white-blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight, and how her ruby lips pouted in frustration. He had been into town many times and seen many white women, but she was by far the most unique of them all. He had never seen her hair color before. "Are you lost?"

"No," Isabella said stubbornly as she continued to look off into the dark. "I just...I think I came from this way..." She walked in the direction and stopped when she realized she was wrong again. The woman stomped her foot in anger and sat on the ground, crossing her legs in front of her and her arms over her chest. She let out a frustrated sigh, still refusing to ask Connor for help.

Connor chuckled and walked up, sitting down next to her. Even though Isabella didn't react to his presence, he noticed her watching him with the corner of her eye. "I could take you back to your home." Connor surprised himself with his words. If it were anyone else he would've just walked away and left them to themselves, but for some reason, it didn't seem like the right thing to do with her.

Isabella sighed. "You cannot," her lyrical voice drifted into the air. "My father isn't exactly...fond of your kind."

Connor nodded shortly. Typical, he thought sourly. "Then let me take you to the edge of the woods. You can find your way from there."

Isabella's brow furrowed and she looked at him. "Why are you helping me?"

The innocent question angered the Assassin. "Despite what you have heard of my people, we are not...savages. I am not about to leave a defenseless woman in the dark."

"Defenseless? I'll have you know-"

Connor rolled his eyes. "I did not mean offense, yakon:kwe (woman)."

Isabella huffed in annoyance. "Alright. Lead the way, then, if you will."

The Native stood and offered a hand to the woman to help her stand and she reluctantly accepted. They walked next to one another in silence for a few minutes before Isabella grew uncomfortable and awkward, deciding to speak up. "So, how old are you?"

"Age is not something I keep track of," he said without looking at her.

"Well, how old do you think you are, then?"

Connor paused to think. "Twenty-four." Isabella blinked in surprise, and he happened to notice her reaction even though he wasn't looking in her direction. "Surprised?"

"Well, yes," the woman said honestly. "You seem older."

He didn't answer for a while. "How old are you?"

"Twenty." Connor looked at her and smirked, earning a scowl from Isabella. "Surprised?" She mocked.

"Well, yes," he said, his face growing serious. "You seem younger." Her mouth gaped and he threw back his head letting out a genuine laugh.

Isabella tried to remain angry, but she found she really liked his laugh. Her cheeks warmed at the thought and she turned her attention forward in embarrassment, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding when she saw the tree-line. She quickened her pace and the Native followed suit without trouble.

When they exited the forest, she turned towards him awkwardly. "I must thank you."

Connor looked at her, wordless. The warmth on her cheeks grew hotter so each passing second.

"I should be going," Isabella managed to look him in the eye and she held out her hand. "Thank you again."

The Native took her hand but instead of shaking like she intended, he turned it over and gently kissed her knuckles, making her cheeks officially go up in flame. "Tekwanonwerá:tons (welcome)."

Isabella's eyes widened and she pulled her hand away. She wasn't sure what he was saying, but she couldn't find her voice to ask. She said a hasty goodbye and quickly started to walk away, but of course, Connor couldn't resist but to charm her one last time.

"Goodbye, keshini. I will see you soon."

She turned to look at him, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What does that mean?"

The corner of his lips turned up into a hint of a smile. "One with beautiful hair."


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, there you have it. Chapter one. Please let me know if you would like me to continue or not. I would very much appreciate it. Like I said, I worked really hard on it, so if you didn't like it please be gentle about it. Thank you!