This is set in 1782 after Charles Lee is dead. I felt like writing about Connor's life after the game is over. Forgive me for crappy writing. and I hope you enjoy.
He sees an eagle pass in the air and heads towards the highest tree in the Homestead. It was a few hundred yards from where he was sitting on the second floor balcony of the manor. From there he could see all of the Davenport Homestead. He enjoyed the view but he knew the peace was fleeting. Either Dr. White or Diana would walk in and get hollered at again. But by order of Dr. Lyle White he was to have24/7 bed rest. But the gaping hole in his side iches and he staying inside. Truthfully his wound was healing slowly but, it was to be expected. He was impaled by a large size of lumber of a burning ship in Boston. How and when that ship cought on fire he will never know. He was too focused on his target. Charles Lee, manipulative bastard and second in command of the Templer Order, is now dead by his hands. For now his war, the Templer/ Assassin war, was over. At least here in the colonies. Who knows what's going on in the east right now. And at the moment he didn't care. He still has a month old injury that hurts like hell needs to heal before he does anything. Dr. White said he was lucky he didn't bleed to death, that Mister Faulkner, his first mate on the Aquila, found him and brought him to the Homestead before it was too late. He already thanked his first mate when he came to visit a week ago.
"God Connor, this is the third time this wee I cought you out of bed." The young man, Connor, turned his head to the balcony door to see Diana. Like he thought, peace was fleeting. He stopped trying to argue a while ago and got up with a grunt, his hand favoring his side as he walked back inside and sat on the bed.
"I guess I can't argue. At least you're not climbing the trees or hunting with Myriam or something." Diana said with a slight chuckle. "Alright. The good doctor sent me over to change your bandages and check your stiches so could you remove your shirt for me?" Diana watched as Connor slowly remove his shirt with one hand. Trying not to strain his injured side. The assassistant sighed and walked over to Connor and helped him. When his shirt was finally off Diana started unwrap the bandages. She sighed with relief when she was done. The last time Connor went for a walk a few of his stitches popped open. This time all of them where intact. In fact, the stitches could be removed in three or four weeks. She took out some clean cloth in her basket she brought with her and started wrapping it around Connor. He procceded to put his shirt back on when she was finished.
"Connor," he looked up with a questioned eyebrow, "please stay in bed. At least fo another month. Your stitches will be removed by then." The young native assassin sat there for a silent with a thoughtful look. "Fine." He replayed with a slight smile. "Thank you."
"You still haven't told us how this happened." The nurse said, hands placed on her hips. Connor sat there thinking of a good and acceptable excuse. He really shouldn't explain himself but they desurved one. The residents all cared for him. He didn't want to tell them the truth either. Their neighbor and friend was the infamous assassin. Most wouldn't understand what he was doing. The native sighed. "Nothing. I just lost my footing while running through the tree branches and fell in a very bad spot." He finally said. Connor looked up to Diana to see if she would buy it. She looked like she was thinking hard on what he said. It was a believable story and had a chance of happening. She probally knew he was lying though but couldn't argue.
"Fine, fine," she finally said, "but stay in bed. We all want to see you better so get better." With that she smiled and left.
I have the second chapter already done but I wrote it in my notebook so I'll type it up later and post it. Please review and I hope you guys like it and stick around.