Hey before you read!

This is yet another Connor is taken from his village to grow up with his father. I'm not going to tell you if he becomes a Templar or Assassin, you'll have to read to find out. Also for the people looking for slash/incest, those are in the later chapters, so you'll have to read to get to those juicy chapters.

Let's begin

Son of -

Ratonhnhaké:ton quickly ran to a hiding place. Today was another game of hide-n-seek, it was a nice day, so there was no harm in playing this game twice in a row. Ratonhnhaké:ton actually believed that it was training their future skills.

The skills learned in hide-n-seek, was tracking and blending.

The counting of his best friend started to fade as the young native made his way to a hiding spot. When the game first started he was is, he was the hunter, the tracker, and he had to find his friends, his 'prey'.

The young native found it easy to find all his friends, he actually broke his own record. Ratonhnhaké:ton found all his friends in under five minutes. To him that was a huge accomplishment.

The counting, even though it was faint, came close to the ending number. Ratonhnhaké:ton ducked silently behind brush and waited. The place he chose to hide was a little farther then they were allowed, but he made up for it by leaving small clues on where he was. To a hunter, it would be easy to find him.

It wasn't even a minute when the young native heard footsteps, he knew it couldn't be his friends, he didn't even see them coming up. Quickly he looked to his right, and was pushed down to the ground with force.

Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't get to see the figures of whoever pushed him. All he knew was he needed to get out of here. The lad pushed himself up, hoping to get a head start, but instead he met face to face with a musket and its wielder.

"What do we have here?"

The man spoke, and without a second to lose, Ratonhnhaké:ton jumped to his feet and started to run. He only took a second to look over his shoulder, and that second was all whatever needed to trip him. The boy wasn't sure what it was, not with his mind racing a mile a minute.

The young native tumbled to the ground harshly. Pain shot through him and so did darkness as he slammed against a rock. Everything in his body refused to move from the pain. But even with darkness around him he could hear the footsteps of the men as they approached. There was more than one man.

The daze and the darkness quickly snapped away like the crackle of a fire as he was flipped over. Ratonhnhaké:ton was about to sit up but stopped when he saw a man. His heart started to race.

"You look... Familiar. Where have I seen you before?"

Irritated from being pushed Ratonhnhaké:ton spit at the man. If Ratonhnhaké:ton knew any white men, he wouldn't be friends with jerks that push him around or point guns at his face. With disgust the man wiped his face.

"That wasn't very nice."

Even though his voice was calm, it didn't take much to know he was just as irritated as Ratonhnhaké:ton was. Without warning the man reached out and grabbed at the young native's wrist and started to pull him.

"Let me got! Let me go!" Ratonhnhaké:ton yelled as he was being pulled.

"Listen to that. He know's English." One of the men laughed through the excitment of all this.

"Smart savage." Another said.

"Spirited to..!" The man grunted trying to pick up the fighting boy.

Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn't going to give in easily, he fought to break free of the man's grip. But it proved useless as he was shoved against the tree and choked. The man's big hands clasped around Ratonhnhaké:ton's throat and squeezed with great force. Any air that was in his lungs left.

"We have... Questions for your elders. Only tell us where your village is boy, and you can go."

The hands stayed at the natives neck, and the man ignored the small pants and gasps that left his lips. Ratonhnhaké:ton remained silenced, he didn't want to tell this man anything. Another man came behind his friend and spoke, his voice was more relaxed and concerned, like he didn't think his friend would go this far.

"Best do as he asks, child."

With no answer, his attacker spoke.

"I could snap your neck, you know. A little more pressure and POP! The sad little flame of your life extinguished. You are a nothing. A speck of dust. You - and all of you ilk. Living in the dirt like animals oblivious to the true ways of the world."

The young native felt himself slipping. Darkness started to cover the edges of his eyes, voices were beginning to fade, and his vision was blurred. His lungs burned, panicking for a fresh supply of oxygen, and his was racing like a hare in the hunt

" - The wiser among you recognize the shape of the future. They thrown themselves at our feet and beg for mercy."

Adjusting his step his attacker continued.

"But not you, it seems. No... You cling desperately to your ways. Too ignorant to know your folly. But I am not unkind."

With that he let go of Ratonhnhaké:ton.

The boy fell limp to the ground as he choked and gagged for new air. Oxygen exploded through his lungs giving him small relief as his hands numbly went to his burning throat.

"And so I spared you, that you may carry word to your people. Let them know the sooner we are given what we seek, the sooner you can return to your pathetic, empty lives. A fair trade, is it not?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton sat up the world still spinning around him. Breathlessly he asked. "What... is your... name?"

Finding this amusing the male leaned forward and held his laugh. "Charles Lee. Why do you ask?"

"So I can... Fine you."

He stood up straight, and still found this very much amusing, he ansed. "I look forward to it."

The young native panted as he watched Charles Lee walk away. But once the man wearing red came into his view, all he saw was the butt of the gun.

This should of knocked him out, but with the pain already circulating through his body, he managed to stay awake. With a burst of energy Ratonhnhaké:ton was up on his feet and already charging at the men in front of him.

It was obvious to anyone that he wasn't matched, and he wasn't able to get an attack in. The one wearing red turned around and back handed him. Ratonhnhaké:ton fell to his knees, the group of men stopped and turned.

The young native forced himself up again, he wasn't going to let them near his village. He would gladly thrown down his life before he would let them do such a thing.

"Full of life are we?" Charles Lee asked walking back towards the native. "What keeps you going? You know you are out matched, and if you get killed here you wont be able to find me in the future."

The you native, through his panting, could only make out one word. The world around him swayed back and forth while the darkness started to creep in closer.

"Charles Lee..." He said almost calmly.

Pure shock ran through the older man's eyes as Ratonhnhaké:ton fell to his knees, about to pass out. Charles Lee gripped at the boy's hair and jerked his head up. Like he figured out the puzzle.

"Who is your father!?" He demanded as the young native closed his eyes.

Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn't fully passed out. He could feel himself, he could feel the pain as he was dropped to the ground. His father... He hadn't thought about his father was a long time.

"Take him with us, he could be of some use."