Decided to post another chapter a little earlier, so merry Christmas!


He honestly didn't know why she had even tried to hide. She was white against brown, so it was pretty obvious. However, he gave her some credit since he wouldn't have noticed her if she had been so slow about noticing him. Still, she was curious.

While he was skinning his catch, he noticed her peeking at him when she thought he was wasn't looking. She had on what he could describe as exactly as his own clothing, but with red in the front robes instead of his blue.

He couldn't get a good look at her face since it was obscured by her hood. He would have also thought she was a man, but she was still petite like a woman and with more curves and a defiant chest.

The way she continued to start forward and then stop again suggested to the woman was preparing to follow him.

He was curious enough that he slowed a bit after leaving to see if she would go through with her plan. When no one seemed to be on his trail, he turned went back to the place he saw the curious woman, only to find she was no longer there, and with no trace.

Shrugging his shoulders, he left without another thought about it…

"Miakoda, I am going out with Charles again for a few hours." Miak looked up to the man as he draped his coat across his shoulders. She leaned her head down a smirked gratefully. "And you are going to accompany me."

"What?" She looked up and saw a scolding look coming her way.

"Don't fool with me, child. I saw that smirk when you leaned your head down."

Miakoda let her frown dissipate into a frown. "How did you see that?"

"I didn't, but now I know." Damn. She knew that would eventually be the case. Sneaky bastard… "Prepare. I want you ready in a few minutes while I set our horses up."

"Yes sir." She stood from her place and packed what little they carried and started to the makeshift stables. Haytham was adjusting the straps on his horse while Miakoda strapped the baggage on.

"Where are we going to?"

"Where would you like to go?"

She blinked. "What do you mean? I thought you were meeting with Charles Lee."

"I am, but it will be a lunch call by the time we get somewhere. You decide," he stated simply. Miak mulled silently to herself.

"Boston. Don't ask me why, I just feel like going to Boston."

"Are you ready then?" He shifted from foot to foot like an impatient child.

"Yeah, let's get moving. I'm freezing up just standing here."


The people of Boston were roaming around happily in their own little world of rebellion and revolution. Riot leaders were standing on the corners of streets, shouting about the pathetic British government and what not; tax collectors were standing miserably at front doors, waiting for the bloody people to open the doors and get it over with, and the drunks were being…well, drunk.

"Stop daydreaming Miak, and keep up." She snapped her head towards the voice of her father.

"Don't just leave me!" She whined at the now leaving man.

"Then don't daydream."

"I wasn't. I was admiring the city."

"In a daydreaming fashion."

"…Did you fall off your horse when I was not looking or something?"

"I brought you along so you would not wander and get killed."

"Great, so I am going to be sitting at a boring lunch meeting."

"Be polite when we get in there, child. Charles has been very careful of taking care of you while I have been busy in the past. He practically raised you in some ways, so be respectful and attempt to act like a lady." He removed a stray hair from her forehead and brushed off some dirt from her shoulders. It was when she drew the line as he attempted to wipe off some dirt from her nose after licking his thumb.

"Gross! Let us just go inside," she grumbled at him.

"Fine. Little savages first," he scoffed, opening the door for her.


He was not too impressed with the scene before him.

Achilles sat at his desk with a piece of paper in hand... a grocery list.

"I have prepared a few things for you to buy for the Homestead."

"Must I buy it today?" Connor asked with a whine.

"Well if you would stop eating like an obese child, then perhaps we could stop running out of things to eat."

Connor bowed his head in guilt. "Sorry…"

"Just buy the items on the list and- you know how it works."

Connor took the list and went out to the stables to prepare a horse. He looked over the list briefly to see where he needed to go.

His horse whined and nudged him impatiently, ready to leave as soon as possible. He turned gently to rub the horse's snout. "I guess we're going to Boston."


Miakoda sat patiently and quietly while her father finished some business plans. She flipped pieces of dried bread across the table.

Sensing his daughter's boredom of sitting for so long, he waved her off absently. She looked at him with a curious and questioning glance, as if she was sure they were not thinking the same thing.

"Go. Your boredom is making me weary and tired. Go and visit the city. Just know that if you travel too far, there will be a consequence."

"Yes sir!" She got up and hugged him tightly around the shoulders before bouncing up and out of the worn down pub. When she reached the outside, she took in a deep breath of fresh air. It was still winter and damn did she love it.

She strayed towards the markets, hoping to find something to snack on besides pub beer and stale bread. She searched through the apples, picking through each bruised one before digging out a ripe fruit.

She payed the merchant and found a corner to sit on and peacefully eat. However, before she was able to take even a bite, someone tripped over her and knocked the fruit from her hands. She watched it roll around and get dirty on the ground.

"Damn idiot! Watch where you are going!" She brushed off some dirt from her clothing and stood up to bitch-slap whoever this person was. What she was met with had her frozen.

It was the hunter man from the forest. The assassin. Apparently the man was having the same thoughts about her as he cautiously looked her over.

"You were in the forest." He noted in a tender voice, oblivious to that she was a Templar. How had he's seen her?" She kept calm and pretended that she was in no way related to the organization.

"Yeah…so where you?" she shrugged, unsure of how to respond.

"Wonderful observation," he snorted sarcastically.

"Hey, no need to be mean. I was just replying with a friendly comment. Why are you wearing my clothes by the way?"

"Your clothes? How do I know that you are not wearing my clothes?"

"Because I am pretty sure that I owned them first."

"I somehow doubt that."

"Well I don't really-"

"I would love to spend my day bickering with some stranger, but I have things to do."

"Oh… w-well so do I!" she huffed and walk off to her new destination. It was only then that the awkwardness settled in as she stopped and realized they were walking in the same direction.

"Are you going to follow me then?" he antagonized her. She blushed and bit back a witty reply.

"I am going to the traders market up the street, so you can go a different way."

"That would seem pointless."

"And why is that?"

"Because I am going there as well."

"Stalker!" she groaned.

"Go somewhere else then!"

"You!"

"You are so childish for a woman of your age." He snarled, unhappy with the outcome of his day. He'd only wished to get this horrible shopping over with.

"And how do you know what age I am?" she encouraged an angry reply.

"Well I assumed you were a woman and not a girl, but it seems obvious that I was wrong."

"Piss off," she pulled her hood down further and walked past him.

"Oh! Classy! At least she has a good vocabulary!" He mocked her further.

"Is this how you pick up women? Because I can tell you, it is not working."

"Who said that you were a woman?" She paused in her footsteps and turned around dangerously.

"Are you just going to follow me around and piss me off because I will tell you now, this is not going to work out for you." She pressed a finger to his chest and he stepped up, challenged her.

"And neither will it for you," a familiar voice called. Miak stopped immediately and whipped around. There stood Haytham Kenway, polished and pissed as usual when she was in trouble.

"Father, listen," she tried to begin.

"Father?" Connor interrupted.

"Don't interrupt. It's rude."

"Do not lecture me on manners and politeness," he snapped back. The two began to bicker once more as if Haytham had never approached them. He stood back a moment and watched the scene unfold. Somehow, he knew it would end like this, one way or another, and it left a bit of pride within him knowing that he had brought his children together. But perhaps he should break it up before things got crazy.

"That's enough. Connor, Miakoda, stop it!" The two stopped bickering immediately.

"What is the meaning of this father?" Connor demanded.

"He's my father, not yours you idiot!" Miak hissed back.

"I am a father to both of you! Now quit quarreling like a bunch of insolent children." The two sat back and shut their mouths, though still giving each other hateful looks. "If you want an explanation, then I suggest you follow me." Miak and Connor watched with surprise as he turned to leave. The man paused momentarily to snap them back to reality.

"Well?" And with that, the two scurried after him.


I guess my writing is getting better...? Holidays are coming up so my writing is going to be a lot more constant. Just keep on reading and reviewing! 3 3 3