Assassins Creed: Bloodline The Search For Kanatahséton, an assassin's creed fanfic

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Ratonhnhaké:ton felt a bitterness at what he had observed. He had declared his war to be over for himself but there was a part of him that couldn't shake the feeling that it was not over. Even if the war with the British had been won, there was still the issues of his people who he had embarked on this long journey so long ago to protect and now he didn't know where they were. Benjamin Franklin and John Adams had gone overseas to sign a treaty ratifying the end of the war. He had killed Charles Lee and this was fine but he had not been the man that had burned down his village. He felt an emptiness. Sure, Lee had been a major thorn in the order's side but he had not burned his home to the ground and killed his mother. He felt a fire in his belly and vowed that this was not over. General Washington was a well protected man but he could not give up on his goal. A man being surrounded by protection had not stopped him before.

Achillies was gone, his mother was gone, he felt fairly alone even if some of the men and women he helped during the war were his friends. On some level he even wished he hadn't had to kill Haytham. He had rather preferred when he was on his side. He had never had a father growing up and he thought at least that he could have gotten to know him better since he was all he had left of blood relatives. In a way, he even thought the war between Assassins and Templar s served no purpose. He had come to learn that there had been times in the past where the two had actually worked together. He wished it could have been so.

Even better it would have been had he and Haytham gone after Washington together hell even Charles Lee despised Washington. He felt disgusted that he had just let it go but had stabbed Charles Lee even if he had tried to kill him. He was now headed to Canada. He was told that his village had moved there. The Mohawk warrior had been riding a long way from New York. He had ridden west to find the village of people. He had ridden through Oneida land, known to his people as Onenio'te'á:ka.

People of the standing stone. From there he had ridden through the Onondaga's land known to all Haudenosaunee as the Keepers Of The Fire due to their role in the Six Nations confederacy. Known to the Mohawk as Shotinontowane'á:ka. People of the big mountains. Next through Cayuga land, or Tehatihskaró:ros People Of The Hemp. Then to Seneca land or Ononta'kehá:ka People Of The Big Hills.

Ratonhnhaké:ton had found many of his fellow Longhouse Indians still living on traditional lands but many had been put onto reservations and had lost a lot of land just as his home village was now open to settlers. It seemed as though by helping the Americans beat the British he had done the exact opposite of what he had meant to. In these villages he had been welcomed as a brother and given food and shelter but he could not rest until he found his village. He recalled the conversation he had with a Seneca war chied, a man named Red Jacket, who was just a few years older than him, known to his people as Sagoyewatha. Though he had fought on the British side he sympathized with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"Alas, you did only what you thought was best to protect your people. You did what the Onieda and Tuscarora did. We thought the British would win. We picked what would have been the stronger of the two and more righteous of the two. These white men came from England most of them, so why shouldn't they be under the King? It turns out he were both wrong. We were wrong to think the English would prevail. You were wrong to think that the Americans would be is an ogre. His greed is without limit."

Connor looked at the older of the two. "I don't understand, Sagoyewatha. I have come as far west as our land goes. You have not seen our Oia:ner? I have heard they were headed west. To avoid the war. That was her way, the way of our village but the war is over and even if my people have moved, I fear they may still be in great danger."

He smoked the tobacco pipe as was offered. Red Jacket suggested. "Because of the war and because of Washington's ways, much of our nation has fled north to Canada. I expect I will soon be joining them. Haweneyu alone knows tomorrow's revelations. I hold no ill will towards you for fighting for Washington. It would have been better had we not been involved in the war at all. Just remember one thing, brother. Should you ever encounter a man named Joseph Brant be very careful of him. He was on the same side as most of your nation as well as mine. We supported the Red Coats but this man, he become a chief only because of William Johnson. Simply because he was married to Molly Brant. What kind of dog uses his influence in such a way? Johnson was a man who abused his power among Haudenosaunee people."

The Assassin told him, "I know who he was. I killed William Johnson. He implied he was trying to help my people but he threatened them. I had no choice," The Seneca eyed him a moment, his dark eyes searching Connor's soul through his eyes. "If what you say is true, then you definitely need to be may try and seek revenge on you."

He then said, "It is possible that your people have fled North West. A village near Montreal is where many have settled I hear. They may either be in the company of Joseph Brant or possible, Chief Cornplanter..."

The younger Iroquois asked, "Where might I find Cornplanter?" Red Jacket replied, "If i remember correctly, he will be at a place known as . Brant will be in Kahnawake, Montreal. Be careful with both of them. I am sure one of these places are where your people will be. All though you would be wise to try Kanesatake first. Cornplanter is more trustworthy. But avoid his brother. He is a foolish drunkard."

Connor nodded. "I understand. Niawen for your kindness. O:nen. Until we meet again."

Kanesatake, Quebec, Canada

He was now near Kanesatake. It was very cold and he was wishing for shelter. He walked up to the trading post there. At the very least with some of the beaver pelts as well as other furs he had gotten from hunting he could buy enough to get some food. He remembered in his youth one needed only to hunt and you could eat. Fur was as important to the whites as the meat was to his people.

In all his years no matter how hard life sometimes was in his village, never had he seen little kids without a home or without a guardian to look after him or left to be starving beggars. This much, no matter how they tried to be different, was still one cultural custom the Americans still shared with the English to this spotted several Mohawks speaking to each other. " Skennenko'wa ken?" The men responded, "Hen. Skennenko'wa."

He cleared his throat. "Excuse me brothers I am sorry to disturb your conversation but di you know where I can find Cornplanter? I must speak with him."

"Who are you?" One of them asked. A man with his hair in braids wearing buck skin and a breech cloth and deer leggings but European style boots. Replying in the language said, "Ratonhnhaké:ton ióntiats. Ok ní:se'?"

(My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton. And yours?)

A younger man said, "Karonhi:io,"

The elder said, "Okwari,"

A man looking older than Karonhi:io but younger than Okwari said, "Ikenonhne."

Ratonhnhaké:ton took notice of some redcoats marching through the area and it was a bit of a shock to him as it had been months since they had left on the boats and that in itself had been a shock to him since his entire life he had been used to English soldiers walking through the land. To see them again here was a shock. "Tanon' onhka ne: ne rononha?"

( And who are they)

"From Onhwentsiakaion:ne. The French here are trying to start their own rebellion here. Rumor has it there are even men in France who talk of revolution. This war that drove us from our homes has inspired a lot of new ideas among the white men."

An older Mohawk said, "Some men are starting trouble here in this country against the red coat. But enough of that. What brings you here young man?" Connor told them, "I'm here because my village..." British redcoats had started to march nearby them and so the man quickly said, "Onkwehonwehneha sata:ti."

(Say it in Indian)

He did. "My village was burned back in 1760. We rebuilt it but during the war my people moved west. I thought they would move towards Seneca land where Red Jacket would be. He is a most generous chief. My grandmother must have moved north west and so I am here to find her."

The first elder asked, "What is the name of your village?" He replied, "Kanatahséton. It was burned but it survived the seven year war. It was abandoned during the revolution and I want to find where my people are. I must make sure nothing happened to them."

A younger man man sighed and the Elder gave him a nod to tell Connor what he knew.. "Not far from here there is a Seneca war chief who may have the answers you look for. Kaiiontwa'kon is in Kahnawake. There is going to be a recital of the great law of peace in three days. You have a bit of a ride ahead of you. I am sorry to say you came very far west."

He felt some reluctance but he asked if the men could give him a map. They obliged and before long he was on his way. "Niawen'kowa .Ó:nen ki' wáhi."

(Thank you very much. Goodbye."

He wondered if he would find his people and the oia'ner or if it would be another dead end. Though the Haudenosaunee had tried to stay neutral and both the redcoats and the blue coats had tried to keep his people from picking a side as the war had heated up they pressured them. Though Ratonhnhaké:ton himself had helped the colonists four of six of the tribes including his own had sided with the English. Only the Tuscarora and the Onieda had helped Washington. Perhaps had he been born a Oneida, he would not have been seen as a traitor and Charles Lee might not have been able to turn his best friend against him.

He mounted the horse, reluctant for yet another long ride but determined. "I am coming soon, tota..."

So this is my first try at an Assassins Creed fanfic so go easy on me no flames. Ratonhnhaké:ton and i happen to be of the same tribe so of all the other fanfic writers on here I happen to be able to speak and can tell you what it means. You're welcome lol. Now as far as the Oia'ner I know she is not really Ratonhnhaké:ton's grandmother but it says in the story his mother was born to a clan mother and while they didn't say she was born to the Oia'ner they didn't say she wasn't either.

Also I did not introduce it in this chapter but I'm going to give Ratonhnhaké:ton another modern day descendant that managed to slip through the cracks as far as Abstergo goes and also that way as far as animus goes it won't just be them examining memories in the lab it can be another person. Obviously the story implies that for Desmond Miles to be a descendant of Connor he would have had to marry a Caucasian woman and it says he does and that she leaves him and takes their children and he spends his remaining days alone.

Here's my issue with that. One, he's already bi racial but he's proud to be Kanienkehaka and he already went through BS with Achilles trying to downplay his heritage just cause Achilles is a cunt and I mean his mom already procreated with a white guy so to me it would be more fulfilling if he had a wife that was Mohawk. Or another tribe presumably who he meets after his departure with the unknown blonde woman. My people were monogamous for the most part but it would be unusual to not find another woman after a death or a divorce. And it would be from this woman that more sons who his other modern descent would be descended from but this person will still be a distant cousin of Desmond. Kind of like how William Brewster on the mayflower is an ancestor of Sarah Palin and Seth Macfarlane and Bing Crosby. That makes them distant relatives.

I mean we're already given an opportunity for that with Desmond being dead and some people didn't like the Templar just going through memories instead of Desmond in the animus. Plus also I would have those children that are the ancestors of Desmond come back to be a pain in the ass for Connor.

This story will focus on Connor's life after the Revolution but also in between that and the War Of 1812 as well as that of his children and grandchildren of his second wife. Also Shay will be part of this possibly as an antagonist. After all he is like the only Templar I know of Connor didn't kill. Now as far as Connor';s mysterious wife:

There's no details on Connor's wife unfortunately. The Abstergo Guidebook is also a bit of a questionable source as it seems to present information in way beneficial to the Templars (which makes it difficult to determine what is true and what isn't). Aside from the fact that Connor's wife was blonde, nothing is said about her as she allegedly seperated from him. Apparently Connor kept a lock of her blonde hair as a memento. There's no proper context given for this, none that we can say with 100% certainty is true anyway

Since the book was wrote by the templars that makes the info somewhat unreliable. I hope they finish Connor's story eventually, but these days I have no idea what's Ubisoft is plan for AC. The tiny bits of Connor we got from the Aveline DLC and Initiates suggest that there's still things to tell about him and his role in the world (also teased by Juno) so that gives me room to write a fanfic where he will meet a Mohawk woman. Also, i hope that with future games he may be in they go that route too i mean it would be interesting if there was yet another descendant (Hopefully actually native though not just a guy with an ancestor like Desmond)

Also i have a friend who reviews my other stories idk if he'll see this but he said he wanted to see more AC that is in Asia and Africa as the US and Europe is done more so far. I'm not sure how i will go about it but in the 1830's my tribe did travel on a British ship to Egypt i forget what for so maybe we can do something with that. Connor would of course be very old by that point but he'd also have his kids who would be assassins. His grandchild could be more towards the civil war era. Since many tribes did participate in the war (Though idk why it's not our war) while Creeeks and Choctaws and cherokees fought for the south mine fought for the north.

As we get further towards the 1800's other significant history figures will be in this. Such as Tecumseh, William Henry Harrison, Issac Brock, John Norton, possibly Stephen Rudell and others plus the men Connor was looking for. Ok enough of my long winded authors note. I hope you enjoy and it you have constructive critique I'm willing to hear it just no flames. I've made this story the way i wanted to take it.

Now as for a few translations. Skennen'ko'wa ken: It's a unique Haudenosaunee greeting which means do you have the great peace? The great peace referring to the law of great peace as told by the Great Peacemarker, Deganawida, who founded the Haudenosaunee/Iroquois confederacy which is the democracy model that Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin copied from it's all modeled after our government even the eagle was our symbol since 909 CE. So how you would answer that is "Hen, skennen ko'wa. Yes I have the great peace."

I didn;t translate Connor saying the history of his village because that would take a long time to write out. And im only a student of my own language myself. There's only 3500 speakers fluent that is in a tribe of 50,000 + give or take.

Onhwentsiakaion:ne. is the Kanienkehaka word for Europe.