At last, I wrote the first chapter of the story that is on my mind since months (^.^) It is my first fanfic ever, and I am trying my best :)
I wanted to write a story based on "The Tyranny of King Washington". I think it's cannon, as in ACII the 2nd glyph showed us, that Washington was in possession of the Apple of Eden. Anyway, I absolutely love it, well...the first part surely ;) Especially Connor's outfit, I mean, come thankful to Ubi that they showed us shirtless Connor 3
I support Connorline, because they would make such a great couple. They are just made for each other. If clicked on this story then you probably think that too (^^;)
Please, if you read it and liked it or not, post a review. I will take everything :3 If I made any mistakes, there's something that you do not understand, write it. English is not my native language but I am trying my best going through the dictionary and googling words and phrases needed ^^

Prologue

"You don't know…You can't understand. …They beguile me with fantastical visions. In my dream, I'm at Mount Vernon during the war." unsettled Washington got up to his feet. "In fact, in the dream, there is no war; I stay with Martha, tending to my fields. Peaceful and content."

"It sounds like a paradise". Connor averted, disbelieving that a man like him, could be disturbed by dreams, and not understanding what would be so worrying in a dream, where there is peace.

"No they don't stop there." Washington continued. "The peace of the visions pushes me to-" he stopped to gather his thoughts. "The dreams become unspeakable. You are in them, Connor. I believe the visions come from this." He took out a round object from his pocket. Connor got up to his feet as soon as soon as he saw it.

"Where did you get this?" a woman's resolute voice coming from the dark forest reached men's ears .
Aveline neared to them, her dark, almost black eyes on the cause of Washington's worries.

Chapter I

East Coast, Atlantic Ocean

The cruise went without major problems. No enemy vessel had been noticed near them. The north wind blew into the full sails of the Aquila. The ship was reaching her top speed of 12 knots as she floated on the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Even after all these months Connor could not completely understand what was going on. Nothing was right. Meeting his, or so he thought, long lost mother, filled his heart happiness and relief. Not long after, these feelings were replaced with sorrow as Kanatahséton was burned down and the remaining number of his people was hiding themselves in the Frontier.
Now, everyone was in danger. It didn't matter what colour was their skin. People were struggling to survive, starvation and poverty were everywhere. They were getting killed, humiliated and persecuted for objection. Everyone could get imprisoned, hanged or enslaved. That was the new order of the things in America.

King Washington. That is how now people referred to the former leader of the Continental Army. The man, in whom the Patriots had put their trust into. He was supposed to lead them to liberty. They were supposed to become a free nation.

Connor had been betrayed by Washington before. But now he went mad. The unlimited power he held in his hands, he was possessed by it. The absolute power corrupted him. It was the referred to as the "Apple", the object in his scepter. It held dangerous power, and unknown mysteries. All that Connor knew was that it must be taken from George Washington. The "Apple" was the cause of all that had been happening. The people who should not be, Kaniehtí:io and Kanen'tó:kon. Fighting with him, side by side. Although, he was unable to protect his mother, again…The people he knew didn't remember ever meeting him... Some gazes were hostile and full of scorn. Yet, there were friends and allies who greeted the Mohawk warrior and were content to have him on their side.
Connor looked at his forearms. The hidden blades. They had belonged to his father. Kaniehtí:io said he had left them for their son. Haytham was dead. It seemed that some events had been erased… Connor himself never became an assassin. After the Clan mother brought him to health, young man wondered if Achilles was still alive. He wanted to check if Davenport's Homestead existed, but he had to focus on his trial. Now the only name he was known as, was Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Closing his eyes, he took and took a deep breath. There was one more person that he had been thinking for all these months. The one, with whom he did not cross paths. No one mentioned anything about her…until earlier today.
Mister Faulkner guffawed in the morning, right after they had left Boston on the retrieved ship. The old sea dog was glad to be at the sea again.

"HAHA! Right boys! Haul in the mainsail! Get up the rigging! Hand out fist! The Ghost of the North Seas is back, haha! We're heading to New York!

"Mister Faulkner, I do not thing it would be wise to, well…you know, just show up in New York harbor." Franklin took a notice.

"You don't say!" Faulkner answered him sarcastically. "Of course we won't drop anchor where the Bluecoats are, four eyes!" he became indignant. "We'll put in at a small docking port to keep us safe."

"Do you know any place like that?" Kanen'tó:kon asked, still soaking with water.

"Heh! Listen lad, trust me, eh? One thing I am sure about, is that de Grandpré's possession is now the safest place for outcasts, just like us!" Faulkner chuckled.

" What? Whose possession?" Ratonhnhaké:ton, hearing the familiar name, walked up the stairs to the stern, the old sailor was at the helm .

"Mademoiselle Aveline de Grandpré." said Faulkner trying to sound like a French nobleman, of course doing as comically as he could. "This woman is like none that you've ever met before. Takes part in a rebellion, she's good in what she does. Hell knows how she manages to hide all that from the King." he chuckled again.

Ratonhnhaké:ton stood there, stock still trying to imbibe what he has just heard.

"Wait, are you talking about this THIS lady de Grandpré?" Franklin seemed surprised by elderly sailor's words. "The woman from Louisiana? She runs trading company that holds monopoly for weaponry. There is no way she…"

"And why do you think she is doing that?" Faulkner harshly interposed. "The company controls the flow of weapons you nitwit. If not that, the rebellion would be crushed months ago!" He clearly still held grudge against Franklin for stealing the Aquila by the Bluecoats.

The Mohawk warrior's eyes were full of tension. Now, he only listened to the men talking with each other.

The former Washington's follower was still unconvinced.
"Unbelievable, eh? But as if you could suspect lady Aveline of helping the rebellion." Faulkner averred.

"Still, if she does so, what about those slaves on her plantation? As far as I'm concerned, they are also working on construction of Washington's palace."

The young native's heart beat felt as if it would jump out of his chest. His eyes jumped from mister Faulkner to Benjamin Franklin, as their conversation brought new images to his mind.

"That's all a cover for the actions of the company! Think you blind fool! Why would her workers, not slaves as you called them, take part in building the precious King's residence?" Faulkner seemed to lose his patience, trying to explain what impact on the Kings growing empire, had the underground resistance run by the business woman.

Although, Ratonhnhaké:ton's expression seemed calm and still, he needed to take deeper breaths to not fall on his knees because of the feelings that run through him.

The fog was still hindering the sight, while the Aquila swiftly wafted through the wavy ocean. The sky turned into the colour of late warm afternoon that could be even seen through the thick mist surrounding them from everywhere.

Kanen'tó:kon had been following and talking to his best friend for the past hour. Ratonhnhaké:ton was not listening to him at all. It was like cawing of seagulls, chats of the sailors and pounding of the sails made by strong wind. These sounds were all distant to the anxious man.

"I knew your only chance was to leave from the docks. He kept turning the wheel."

"Kanen'tó:kon, I do not care." he responded in an irritated tone.

"Land ho!" The yell of the seaman from the crow's nest announcing sight of land, caught attention of the Kanien'kehá:ka men.
They both aproached to the railing of the ship. The sun slowly began to plunge into the sea. The fog rose, uncovering the unusual panorama of New York.

"Look at that."

Ratonhnhaké:ton shook his head with his mouth open in disbelief. An enormous pyramid resembling building was overlooking the city. The symbol of power and greatness of the King. The view reminded Mohawk warrior of the Mayan temple he saw in Mexico.

They were here, reaching the destination. She was here…on this dangerous lands.

"Aveline…" a quiet whisper escaped his lips.