Disclaimer: As much as I wish that I owned Assassin's Creed, I really don't. I only really own Felicia and that's pretty much it.

Well, I said two reviews and I got one-thank you very much to that person-and a bunch of people who subscribed to the story, and thanks to all of those people too. So, I decided I was going to update anyway, even though I think this chapter sucks but I'll that judgement to you lovely readers. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

A Chance Meeting

The manor was quiet as it usually was. It was only Felicia and Achilles in the mansion after all. Sometimes, Felicia felt that silence was maddening but they went into town enough to keep her from going insane. Plus, she had the animals as her friends. There were few, two horses and a dog, but it was enough to keep Felicia happy. She was currently in the sitting room, reading a book. She should probably get started on supper, heaven knows the old man can't cook to save his life, but she found herself holding it off. Achilles was sitting not far off, looking out the window.

They were both enjoying the silence when they was a knocking on the door. Felicia made a move to answer it.

"Leave it," Achilles said. Felicia sighed.

"Some social contact might do you good," she said. He waved a dismissive hand. He was never one for socializing. It drove Felicia nuts sometimes, but he was jaded and she understood why. The person on the other side of the door knocked more forcefully. "I don't think he's leaving." Felicia said, walking to the door.

"I'll get it," Achilles huffed, standing up and limping to the door. Felicia couldn't help but chuckle at him. "Just make some dinner."

"Yes sir," she said, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she headed to the kitchen but she peeked to the door as Achilles opened it. On the other side stood a Native boy that looked to be about her age. She tilted her head as she looked at him, only barely making him out around Achilles.

"What?" Achilles asked gruffly.

"I, uh, I was told you could train me," the boy said. Felicia smiled a little at how timid the boy seemed.

"No," Achilles said immediately, shutting the door.

"Achilles!" Felicia exclaimed, walking over. "That was rude."

"I'm done with training others," Achilles said. "The only reason you're being trained is because your mother wished it so." The boy pounded on the door. Achilles huffed. "Go away!"

"I'm not leaving," the boy yelled.

"Achilles-" Felicia said, making a move to open the door but he stuck his walking stick in front of her.

"Don't Felicia," Achilles said. "He doesn't know what he's asking."

"But what if he needs somewhere to stay for the night?" Felicia asked. "We can't just leave him out there."

"If we bring him in, he'll never leave," Achilles said. Felicia sighed, turning towards the kitchen again. Mother would've trained him, she thought. She looked out the window to see the boy walking towards the stable with nothing more than a mat to lie on. She frowned, looking back to Achilles who had sat down in the sitting room. She sighed, carrying on with dinner.

Dinner was silent that night, as it always was, but it was a little more tense than usual.

"You're not still thinking about that boy, are you?" Achilles asked with a huff. Felicia sighed, nodding out the window.

"He's taken to the stables," she said. "No blanket, no food."

"Felicia," Achilles groaned. "How can we expect him to leave if we give him things?"

"Why should he have to leave?" Felicia said. "It would be nice to have someone else around here, someone to talk to."

"We're fine," Achilles said. "What he's asking for is too much."

"You used to train people all the time," Felicia said. "You're training me right now."

"But he wants more than the basics," Achilles said.

"Achilles-"

"No, that's enough," Achilles said. "This conversation is over." Felicia sighed, looking away.

"Fine," she said, standing up and clearing the dishes away. "I won't bring it up again."

"Good," Achilles sighed, limping out of the room. Felicia waited until he was gone before she filled up a small sack with some bread, cheese and apples and hid it in one of the cupboards. Achilles very rarely came into the kitchen anyways. She waited until he was asleep before she grabbed a spare blanket and the food she had stashed away. She grabbed her traveling cloak and put it on, being adverse to any kind of cold herself, before she stepped outside.

The night was chilly as the fog rolled in. She wrapped the cloak tighter around herself as she ran over the stables. When she got there, she saw the boy laying fast asleep. He didn't seem to bothered by the cold.

"Still, it can't be healthy to sleep in the cold," Felicia muttered, unfolding the blanket and laying it across him gently, so as not to disturb him from his sleep. She laid the food beside him for when he woke up. He's cute, she thought, a girly smile on her face as she looked at him. She quickly shook herself out of it before she ran back to the house. Don't think like that Felicia. If Achilles has anything to say about it, he won't be there long.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find the blanket wrapped around him and the sack of food waiting for him. He blinked, looking over to the house and back at the food. Had the old man changed his mind? Was this a peace offering of some kind? Ratonhnhaké:ton mulled over these thoughts as he ate some of the food that was left for him. He didn't stay very long, driven by his desire to be trained. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Still, there was no answer. He huffed, looking around.

"There must be another way in," he mused, looking around the house. He walked around to the back and Felicia watched him from one of the windows on the second floor, an amused smile on her face.

"He's not giving up Achilles," she said. Achilles swore under his breath as he got up and looked out the window.

"Can't the boy take a message?" Achilles grumbled, opening the window as the boy started knocking.

"Please, all I ask is a moment of your time," the boy said as Achilles leaned out of the window.

"I apologize if I've been unclear or otherwise confused you with my words," he said, feigning an air of politeness even though he wanted nothing more than to chase this little nuisance away. "It was never my attention to mislead so let me try to clarify; get the hell off my land!" And with that, he slammed the window shut.

"Achilles, you didn't have to be so rude," Felicia chastised.

"He doesn't seem to take it any other way," Achilles huffed.

"I'm coming up!" The boy yelled and Felicia couldn't help but chuckle while Achilles groaned in frustration.

"Apparently he can't even take it that way," she said. Achilles shot her a look as he limped to the balcony door.

"Stay here," he said. Felicia huffed, folding her arms across her chest. She stood there for a moments before she decided to walk over to the balcony door. When she got there, she saw Achilles standing over the boy who he had managed to knock to the ground. She saw him shove the boy with his cane before walking back in. Before Achilles shut the door, she caught the boy's eye. He looked confused, yet there was still a fierce amount of determination there.

"Achilles, what did you do?" Felicia asked, her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

"I warned him of the dangers of the path he's on," Achilles said.

"Did you hurt him?" Felicia asked. Achilles looked at her with a somewhat puzzled look. Why did she care so much about this boy? Was she that desperate for some other form of human contact.

"He'll be fine," Achilles said. "With luck, he'll have taken the message and be on his way." Felicia frowned as she turned away, catching a glimpse of the boy walking back to the stables. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. She wouldn't tell Achilles this time. The old man would have to break at some point, he was softer then he liked to show.

As night rolled around again, Felicia went out to bring some more food to the boy. Only, to her great despair, it was raining. She huffed, pulling the hood of her cloak up and running to the stable. She was almost there when someone grabbed her and swung her around. She gasped, coming face-to-face with someone she had never seen before. She gasped, dropping the food.

"Well, well, what have we here?" The man said, leering at her. She resisted the urge to glare at him, going for the helpless, innocent little girl instead. She would never be able to defeat a full grown man, but she'd be able to incapacitate him long enough to get away.

"What have you found?" Another man asked.

"Found a little girl," the one said.

"What would a little girl be doing here?" The first man shrugged as Felicia's eyes widened even more. She would not be able to handle two. Fortunately, none of them noticed the Native boy walking up behind them.

"Who're you?" He asked and the two men turned around.

"No one you need to concern yourself with, little breeches," one of them said as they leered down at him. He still held onto Felicia tightly, though she struggled to free herself, hoping that by some miracle the man had been distracted enough to loosen his grip. Apparently not.

"You best cut off 'fore something bad happens," the other said. The boy stood firm, Felicia noticed, as he glared right back at them.

"No." He said and Felicia blinked. This boy didn't know them and yet he was willing to defend their land from these men. The two men shared a look before Felicia was knocked to the side, forgotten.

"Can't say we didn't warn ya," the two men got into a fighting position but didn't know what hit them as the boy jumped into action. Even Felicity was unprepared for what happened. The boy fought with such fierceness that she could not help but feel enthralled by it. She found herself watching him, forgetting the situation they were in. She didn't even notice that more men had come in. What she did notice was how unphased the boy was as he cut through them.

"What are you doing?" He yelled at her, cutting her out of her staring. "Run!" Felicity blinked, looking at the men that stood around him. They weren't a lot left anymore, but it still didn't sit right to just leave him. Yet, they had weapons. Felicia didn't.

"Achilles," she said, scrambling up and running to the house. Achilles could help. He wasn't so cold as to leave the boy to fend off these men by himself.

"Don't let her get away!" Someone yelled as they started chasing after her. Felicia's eyes widened as she gathered her skirt in her hands and ran as fast as she could. She heard the man let out a cry and turned around to see that the boy had taken the man down. She smiled a little but didn't dare linger. By the time she had gotten to the front door, Achilles was already walking out.

"Achilles-" she panted.

"I know, Felicia," he said. "Get inside." Felicia got into the house, leaving the door open and ran to the nearest window. What she saw was the boy on the ground, obviously having been dropped there by the big brutish man standing over him. She clenched her hands tightly in front of her as Achilles crept up on the man, his knife drawn.

"Careful old man," Felicia muttered quietly, her heart quickening as he crept up on the man, his knife at the ready. She let out a flinch when Achilles stabbed the man but let out a relieved sigh at the fact that it was over and Achilles and the boy were alright. She took off her cloak, moving to sit by the fire to warm up. She heard Achilles walking into the room and turned to face him.

"Let me look at you," he said, waving her over. She stood up and walked over to him. He looked over her, looking for any signs of injury. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" Felicia shook her head.

"That boy stopped them before they could." Achilles nodded with a sigh.

"Speaking of the boy, you better go get a room ready for him," he said. Felicia looked up at him, a smile spreading across her face.

"You're letting him stay?" She asked. Achilles nodded.

"I think he's proven himself," he said. "Now go and put on something dry." Felicia nodded, running up the stairs quickly. Excitement bubbled inside her. She had never had any kids her own age around and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. And, of course, it didn't hurt that he was cute.

Well, was it bad? I think it could be better. I'll update again soon. I'm going to try and update this story much more than my others but we'll see. If I don't, spam my message box. I'm giving you permission to spam me all you want if I don't update. Though, reviews defiantly help me update faster. So, if you want more and you want it as soon as possible, reviews always help. *hopeful smile*

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