Hey guys, so the last chapter was rather... what's the word? Extreme? I felt a bit weird while writing it but I feel like the story kinda needed something emotional to help it take off.

I listen to music to inspire me for all my chapters, the last chapter was inspired by run this town by Jay-Z and this chapter was inspired by get it over with by Rihanna. If you know the song than you know what you are in for ;)

Enjoy.

"It's dark in the day, I say now, don't complain," I heard a phantom utter. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the ground of the frontier; it was however in a much more attractive state than I remember. It was as if it had an added sense of freedom.

I peered up to the tree tops watching the leaves sway in the light breeze up so high. Golden light began to break through the opening that the treetops had so kindly left and fell upon my face filling me with brief moments of warmth.

"Look up at the sun, it's just a cloud away," the phantom had spoken again with words of riddles.

I was exploring, letting my curiosity run away with my imagination, for me that is never a good combination. I took off and ran toward the growing light at the end of the path of trees. The light shined bright like a flame. I needed to feel the sun on my skin once more. The spring air was light and relaxing and became increasingly exhilarating with every breath that I took. The warm air surrounded me and cuddled the skin that it touched making my thoughts none existent.

"The promised land," I whispered to myself. I felt like this place was my own personal heaven. It combined everything that I love about life.

Nothing seemed to matter to me, for once I was content with my own wants and needs not giving a thought to others feelings or what is best for the order and how others would react to the decisions I had made independently. It wasn't until this moment I realized how much of a people pleaser I am. The moment I got everything was the moment that I reflected on my past.

"Oi!" I heard a male voice approaching from behind.

I turned my head to see a redcoat with his face covered. I tried to grab the hilt of my blade assuming that this was going to result in conflict. The blade was not present so I was just clutching thin air quite obliviously; the redcoat chuckled at my misfortune.

"What do you want? What are you doing?" I asked. My promised land had been ruined.

He removed the cloth covering his face to reveal the sassy smile that he had been pulling.

"Oh, it's you," I dropped my guard with relief filling me.

"Hello, my dear," he said maintaining the sassy smile. I did indeed hate it when he called me that but this time it somehow drew pleasure from deep within.

"Now I know that I am in heaven," I said without thinking. He moved close and penetrated my bubble of personal space.

"I was thinking the same thing," I blushed at his words.

He caressed my cheeks that were aflame under his gentle fingertips that were tracing circles in my cheeks.

"Whenever I see your beautiful face that is exactly where I am," he added softly and close to my face, I was in a trance by his gorgeous eyes staring into mine.

"Arianna?"

"Yes?" I replied with desperation dripping from my voice.

"Kiss me, now," he demanded, brushing his nose on mine. I didn't make him say it again.

My fingers trailed their way to the back of his neck which I stroked slightly, his breathing was getting intense the more I teased and his hot breath was hitting my face making me even more lustful. I pulled his neck toward mine not wasting a second longer and moulded my lips to his; they fit like they were made for each other. The softness of his lips was driving me insane in all ways as he was making good use of them on mine.

"You're so afraid to cry," the phantom had spoken again. I pulled away to watch my promised land grow darker and begin to fade.

"But you're heart's been feeling dry," it continued as my surroundings started to break into pieces.

"It's time to change," were the last words I heard the phantom whisper before the ground seemed to dissolve beneath my feet and send me into an endless pit of nothingness.

"My lady, please wake up," I heard a soft unfamiliar voice.

I quickly sat up in a bed where I had been wrapped up and began screaming frantically, the unknown man was holding my shoulders as if he was expecting this reaction from me.

"That was awful! What in the world did you give me?" I shouted, assuming the stranger was a doctor.

"Not a thing my lady, you passed out shortly before master Kenway brought you here," he uttered, calm tone still intact. All of yesterday's events streamed through my memory as if I was re-living them.
"I will be back momentarily, I have to inform master Kenway that you are awake," the calm tone he continued with was riding up my spine, I knew it was to keep me calm but it was getting beyond the point of irritation.

"Wa-wait he's here?"

"Indeed, I don't think he left throughout the entire night, he did seem awfully anxious about the state you were in," he replied.

"Why?" I uttered one of the questions I was longing answers for.

"That I do not know, I will happily summon him for you my lady," before I could object he had called for his presence.

There were many questions arising to my attention but none of which I could have asked without seeming ungrateful for his rescue. As much as I hated to admit it, if he didn't appear, there would have been no hope for me, I would have certainly been violated then killed.

"Good day, my dear," I shot a glance at the door to see my saviour. I rolled my eyes at that name again.
"Well if you're not going to tell me your name I see no other way to address you, my dear," he said walking closer to the bed I was resting in.

"I thought you knew my name?" I questioned dimly.

"No," he looked confused, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh yes, I was dreaming," I thought out loud and instantly regretted it.

"You dreamt about me?" he asked pulling that sassy smile identical to the one in my dream. I flushed at the memory that I tried hard not to recall but his presence was as if the memory was still being lived.

"Now, I didn't say that," I looked at him with as face that couldn't have been more serious.

"I don't think you needed too," his eyes narrowed but his smile was still present. I couldn't keep eye contact without flushing.

He walked closer to the bed until he was mere feet in front of me which made me tense up with discomfort; he reached out to the end of the bed and picked up a folded shirt that I hadn't even noticed.

"Here, I took the liberty to acquire a replacement for you after... ummm," I took the shirt from him not wanting him to finish the sentence; the memory was embarrassing enough I didn't need a recall as well.

"Thank you," I looked at the shirt that had obviously been recently tailored meaning that it was specially made. Why would he do that?

"Why did you stay overnight?" I addressed him, his back was to me it took me longer than it should to realise that he wanted me to put it on. So I quickly did before he turned to answer my question.

"When I found you, you were being abused and miss treated by the savages that this city dare to call their protectors and despite my efforts to deny it: it was ... Partly, my fault," his soft eyes gazed into mine.

"It was ALL your fault!" my random outburst made his eyes widen.

"Really?" he shouted back in sarcasm.
"So, when you accepted my challenge you knew you had no hope of succeeding and wondered so far into New York that you were attacked by those men 'it was all my fault' was it?" he raised an eyebrow and I sneered at him and he smiled at the small victory that I had allowed him.
"Oh yes!" he walked toward the desk at the other side of the room.

I quickly looked down to have a quick glance at the shirt he had made for me. It was rather tight if I'm honest. It was a short sleeved black shirt with buttons leading down to my belly button. I stroked the silver silk lining running down the seam at the side in an admiring way. It was suitable never the less. Not an over the top corset that the ladies of the colonies wear in the name of fashion that would have been impossible to climb or to fight in.

"I believe that this is yours my dear," he handed me my notebook.

"Will you stop touching my stuff?" I shouted and snatched the book from his hands. I skimmed through the pages and smiled as I did yesterday.

"The sun is just a cloud away," I heard Haytham vaguely.

"What?" I shouted and my gaze darted to attention staring at him with razor attention.

"I said: would you like to come downstairs with me?" he seemed confused.

"Oh," I sighed. That didn't seem insane at all. That dream had made me very tense; I can't help but think the words of riddles that the phantom spoke had a hidden meaning. I never was good at working out riddles but this one was toying with my perception.

"Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied bluntly staring down at my book.

"You're lying," I heard his footsteps approaching. I looked up and gave eye contact.

"I know, but why do you care?" I asked a half serious question.

"I honestly don't know, my dear," I rolled my eyes again. That time it was a reaction, I wasn't trying to be impolite.

"I guess... I kind of have to tell you my name after everything that's happened don't I?" I asked with a half smile.

"I suppose," he regained the sassy smile of victory, indeed that was going to be the most annoying part of him, even more annoying than calling me 'my dear.'

"My name is Arianna," I uttered, uncomfortable with the knowledge that he now knows my name.

"Arianna," he repeated to himself, a part of me withered at the sound of him saying my name but another part cheered.
"You are English by the sounds of it, but your name is not, were your parents English?" he asked rather casually. I got out of bed trying to maintain my balance and not stumble in front of him.

"The story of my past is a story for another time mister Kenway," I smirked; he shook his head slightly at my mocking tone.
"And that is a time I don't think either of us will see," I continued with wide eyes and a playful smile.

"I somehow think otherwise, Arianna," he joined in with the spar I was making of the conversation. This naming thing is going to get real old real quick.

"And why is that?" I asked losing the playfulness I had.

"Because you lost my challenge," he replied, mouthing the words he said more powerfully than he said them.

"Oh bollocks," I muttered to myself. He chuckled at yet another victory that I had bestowed upon him.

"Any objections? I don't mind, I was rather prepared for an argument," he was digging at me or another victory.

"No, I made a commitment... it was a stupid commitment, but a commitment none the less. I shall honour it. Besides, just because I have to stay with you does not mean I have to make it a pleasant stay for you," I smirked at my turn at a victory.

"I expected nothing more," he mocked.
"Come along then, I shall show you where you will be staying." He led me out of the doctors after bidding his farewells and I said my thanks for his services.

I knew I was in for an eventful few weeks... or until I could find a way to escape the Templar's clutches.

Okay, this chapter honestly means a lot to me. I haven't the slightest clue why but I love it! The riddles I have hidden in this chapter do mean something and will play a vital role in the next few chapters. If you want to have a go at working them out yourself then go ahead but please don't post your answers in the reviews (spoilers) if you do manage to work them out feel free to PM me and if you get them right I will give you a shout out in the next chapter. ;)

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