Rain fell heavily from the saddening grey clouds above them. Haytham Kenway clutched a small tribal necklace in his hand; he believed it was the key to his mission. He was following a native woman, Ziio who had led them deep into the dark coniferous forest; her eyes seemed to see everything in the forest, Haytham thought, from the various paths that would any other person astray and never to be found. The forest only seemed to get denser, the path getting harder to find through all of the undergrowth, of course Ziio found this task easy. She waved a bush away with ease, spraying the water from the leaves all over his newly cleaned clothes as it recoiled. He sighed and rolled his eyes, proceeding with a shake of his head. His eyes fell to her hips that swayed as she walked onwards, her furs bouncing gently against her sides. By her side, her hands swung back and forth with every elegant step she took.
They passed a large conifer and a clearing opened up before them, the mouth to the cave blocked by a strange door made of solid stone. Haytham walked towards the large stone wall that stood between him and the treasure, he walked closer to the wall. It was wrong. The necklace that he held was not the key, nor was it even close. He looked at the keyhole; he would need some sort of sphere-like object to enter this cave. He shook his head and turned slightly towards the mouth of the cave, "it is wrong" he murmured to himself. Ziio sighed and crossed her arms, slouching her posture,
"You seem disappointed" she muttered mockingly, he turned to her, his eyebrows knitted together.
"I thought I held the key to something here" he said, disappointment riddled in his words. Ziio shrugged and stepped towards him,
"This room is all there is" she said as she turned to look for another way in, but at a loss she turned to look at him as he thought. He looked up at the roof before turning around to look at her, "I guess I just expected more" he said with a shrug. He sighed and rotated to look at the strange designs on the wall, he pondered a while at what they might mean. "What do they mean?" He asked her his blue eyes taking in the glowing designs; Ziio took a step closer to him.
"It tells a story of Lottsitison, who into their world and shaped it for what life might come. She had a hard journey, fraught with great loss and peril." She murmured, as she stepped to his side, "but she believed in her children and what they might achieve." He watched her as she put her own hand on the wall, gliding it across the cold stone, her dark brown eyes gazing at she looked back at him, her large brown eyes looking deeply into his, "And though she is long gone from the physical world, her eyes still watch over us, her ears still hear our words, her hands still guide us" her words came as a whisper as she slid her hand into his, looking up at him once again, "and her love gives us strength." Haytham looked at her, his eyes full of fondness for this woman, who had helped him,
"You have shown me great kindness, Ziio. Thank you" he said, his refined British accent was melted caramel through Ziio's ears, a small smile crept over her lips as she took a step towards him. His eyes locked with hers, he felt his throat starting to dry. "I-I should go-" he murmured as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
He did not try to pull away, his head was screaming at him, he was British, she a native. It felt so wrong in his head to be feeling this way with about a Native American, but in his heart he felt an aching need to be close to this woman. Her sun kissed beauty; her strong and powerful personality compelled him to keep kissing her, to feel her close to him. Her kiss became more demanding as her hand reached down to unbutton his stolen red-coat jacket, "I don't think you need this anymore" she whispered seductively, her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly. She looked up at him as she kissed along his jawline, air escape his mouth in a quiet groan, Ziio's lips traced a path down his neck, over his collar bones and each bit of flesh that was revealed with each button that was undone. His hands rested on her shapely hips and brought them closer together so she could feel the heat that was growing between them. She pulled his jacket and shirt from him and dropped them onto the cavern floor. A moan escaped her lips as Haytham pulled a slim leather cord that hung at her side causing her thick furs to fall to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but her skin boots and a thin leather strip to cover her breasts.
Haytham pulled away from the kiss, opening his eyes, allowing his eyes to wander over her magnificent body. He stepped towards her, his hands cupping either side of her flawless face,
"Ziio, you are so beautiful" he whispered as he leaned down to meet her lips once again, this time his kiss had desire that was growing within him. She ran her hands over his muscular torso, his rippling muscles tensing under her touch. She moaned into the kiss as she reached into his trousers, feeling his hardened member in her hand. He lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist; she wrapped her arms around his neck. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the cold of the stone wall against her naked back, Kenway kissed her once more before sliding himself into her moistened centre.
His lovemaking was lengthy and left Ziio's body aching. She had fallen asleep on him. She rolled over to find him, but found nothing but the necklace and a ring with a cross embedded in the silver, her face fell. She held the necklace gently and it close to her heart. Ziio stood and put her furs back on, going to the mouth of the cave to see if she could see where he had gone. It was starting to get darker as night drew near, a low moon had risen, and a glistening tear ran down her cheek and along her chin. He had left her alone, anger rose within her as she screamed out to the darkness. She felt something for him, something that she knew was forbidden but she had thought he felt for her. Turning to go back into the cave, she took one last glance into the dimming light, before returning to where they had lain and curled up into his jacket. She would try to find him again soon, but for now she would remember that night forever.