The Fall of the Assassins
Warning: Major Character Death
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From a young age all Ratonhnhaké:ton knew was his village, which was situated in the Frontier. The village was surrounded by the wilderness on three sides and the ocean on the other. This made it easy to hunt for fish. It was his sixth winter when his mother had been slowly losing her health, an illness the tribe healers had stated that had apparently been brought to the new world via the British. His mother Kaniehtí:io or otherwise known as Ziio had started feeling weak, with a constant headache, as time progressed the symptoms seemed to get worse where she had trouble doing work around the village and was advised to rest, hoping that it would pass. Then a few days later she started having a high fever and was sweating. The tribe healers tried every healing ritual they knew but with no luck. The illness continued to get worse with difficulty breathing and slowly her skin started to discolour blue, seen near the lips and nails, with that they knew she wouldn't be alive for much longer. The villagers around him grew hostile, blaming him for his mother's condition, as he was the product of his mother's affiliation with the British. All Ratonhnhaké:ton could do was sit beside his mother hoping to comfort her, as he listens to her rasping breaths, hoping, just hoping that she would get better, but it only got worse. Ziio turned towards her son, her movements slow and sluggish, stretching her hand towards his cheek, she lets her hand rest on his cheek, slowly tilting his head towards her. She has seen the way her village has treated her son, they should have treated him like their own, but they focused too much on his blood.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, you know I love you" whispered Ziio.
"Yes, mother" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"I am sorry that I can't stay with you any longer, but you must listen to me, find your father, Haytham Kenway he is in Boston." said Ziio
"What about you mother?" questioned Ratonhnhaké:ton with tears streaming down his face.
"I am not made much longer for this world. Grow up strong, make me proud Ratonhnhaké:ton." whispered Ziio before turning and coughing into her hand, blood dripping down her chin.
Ratonhnhaké:ton wipes away the blood from her mouth. Laying down on her bed, her breath becomes harsh wheezes as she tries to draw breath before closing her eyes and stilling.
Ratonhnhaké:ton reaching his hand out "mother" he called in a small voice.
"Mother" he called again, shaking her, but she did not move.
"Mother" he sobs out, burying his head in the pelts next to her, hands scrunching up as tears came streaming down his face.
She had died.