Ryuugazaki: I had this idea for a really long time because I was itching to see how Connor's relationship with his mother would have developed had she not been burned and crushed to death.
Chapter Zero: I'm Alive!
(Sunday, 2 November 1760 – Kanatahseton, Mohawk Valley, New York, British America)
"Istaaaaaaa!" That was the last sound I heard before everything went black. I heard the wood creak and break around me, and I felt the flames lick at my legs, but I just couldn't move.
But then, I saw a light, and I felt hands pull me out of the rubble. It was one of the men from the village!
"Kaniehtí:io, are you alright?!" I weakly nodded. "We must get you out. Can you walk?" I tried to walk, but I fell to my knees. The brother carried me outside of the burning longhouse, and I was greeted by my son, Ratonhnhaké:ton. He had tears in his eyes, and his head was on my bosom.
"Ista," he whined.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, my son." My voice trailed off. Thank the maker that I'm alive!