FYI, I will say it again, this story is just for fun. I am putting school, sports, and anything else in front of this if it seems important enough. I will try to remember to update more often but I'm not taking this story seriously, so niether should you guys.

3 years later

Over the next few years, Achilles had taught me how to climb, fight, and steal (even though I had already known how to steal ever since I was three years old). I could hit a target with a knife dead center from almost 20 yards away. I also was very good at hiding. But fighting, I was totally hopeless. Yeah, I could dodge a few swings of a sword or fist, but I could never do much damage and got tired very easily.

I tried to find out what happened to the boys that saved me that day, but I never found out. I hoped that they weren't hurt or had gotten killed trying to save me. I never even told them my name. I had gone back to Boston times before and asked around and eavesdropped a bit, but never hearing of what happened to them.

I had also befriended a barn owl that I had found injured on the floor of the corrals one day. I named him Vesper and trained him to come at the sound of me whistling. It only took about 2whole years to do it. He came and visited every few months.

My horse, Riswell, an all black thoroughbred, had been a pain in the butt to break. Achilles didn't tell me anything about breaking a horse, just telling me to hold on and not fall off. I had bought him using money I had stolen from red coats in Boston when I would travel to try and find the boys. The week after breaking Riswell was the worst. I couldn't sit down without feeling pain shoot up from my bum.

One day I was sitting in the library, reading books on Assassins who had played a major part in forming the present day Brotherhood. I have read many times before, seeing if they would help me get an idea of how to get home. That's when I heard a knock on the door. We rarely got visitors out here in the homestead, so I was naturally excited to see who was knocking.

I raced down the stairs, only to see Achilles slam the door shut.

"Who was that?" I asked curiously.

"No one," he replied gruffly.

I gave him a glare. "I couldn't have been no one. I haven't heard you ever slam the door shut unless someone makes you upset."

And of course, Achilles ignored me and walked into the kitchen. I sighed and dropped the subject knowing he was just going to get angrier if I kept nagging.

"I'm going out for a ride. I'll be back in a couple of hours," I yelled to Achilles. I had worn my white Assassin's cloak instead of the black one. I slipped on my brown leather boots over my black breeches and headed outside.

I ran to the stables. It had been almost a week ever since I had last rode Riswell and I was dieing to feel the wind against my face. It had started to rain but I didn't pay it much attention. With my hood up, it kept it out of my face.

As I was saddling Riswell, I felt someone's eyes on the back of my head. I tried to act as if I hadn't noticed, all the while slowly reaching for one of my knives. We had always had a problem with poachers wanting to steal from the homestead. They had been harassing Achilles long before I arrived. They would say that Achilles had treasures in his manor. That manor was one bad windstorm from falling apart and I doubt anything valuable, except for the hidden basement, was in the house.

I whipped my head around, throwing a knife and embedding it into one of the wooden posts. I could only hear the metal ring from my blade.

I laughed at myself for being so paranoid. I lifted the saddle and buckled it in in less than thirty seconds.

I swung my legs and mounted Riswell. He was pawing at the ground ready to take off.

As I dug my heels into his side, he raced out of the stables. As we ran past, I reached and snagged the knife I had thrown.

The rain was stinging my face, but I didn't care. I made sure the reins were secure around the horn of the saddle before spreading my arms out.

I laughed wildly as Riswell jumped a fence. We galloped to the edge of the homestead before I turned Riswell around. It had gotten dark and my clothes were absolutely soaked.

The woods at night made me feel invisible to anyone. I could move silently and quickly with my years of theiving. I felt a bit sad when I saw the manor and it's stables, but knew it would be better to go inside before Achilles got angry.

I jumped off of Riswell and lead him to the stables. As I was putting the saddle away, I heard someone snort. No, I heard someone snore.

I paused and waited to hear the sound again. I didn't believe my ears until I heard the unmistakable sound of another snore. It was coming from the other stables!

I cautiously approached the stables, slipping my hood on that had fallen off during the ride. I wished I had worn my black cloak instead of the white one. It would have been easier to sneak around in.

My vision changed, allowing me to see a gold figure in the stables, on the ground. I took out one of my blades. I didn't want to kill the person, it was just an extra precaution.

As I got closer, my vision returned to normal and what I saw surprised me. It wasn't a nasty poacher coming to steal, it was a boy. A Native boy.

He looked about a year older than me, dressed in moccasins with dark brown hair, maybe black if I could have seen better. The boy didn't look dangerous. I was pretty sure that I could kill him, even if he was wide awake. One flick of a wrist, my blade would be sinking into his throat. (Connor, if your reading this, you know I could have)

Is this the person Achilles was yelling at earlier? I thought. It could have been. He could have also been traveling in the area and needed a place to stay. Then why wouldn't he just come and ask for shelter in the house? Achilles surely would have granted him a room with food. If not, I would have convinced him to.

I wanted to leave something to show that we didn't want any trouble. Maybe food or a blanket. The kid did look cold in the thin blanket he was wrapping himself in.

I ran inside and took a blanket from inside my room. I was warm with a fire going downstairs, so I knew I could survive without it.

I tried to keep the blanket dry as I ran back outside. I made sure to keep quiet, so the boy wouldn't hear me and think I was trying to hurt or kill him.

I took very small, quiet steps toward the boy. I practically threw the blanket on top of him. Right as I released the blanket, I bolted to the door. I glanced behind me at the stables. He hadn't moved.

I very quietly crept up the stairs and into my bedroom. As soon as I was under the sheets, sleep quickly found me.

I didn't dare go outside the next day. I was trying to convince Achilles to tell me who the person was at the door yesterday when I heard a knock at the front door.

I paused in the middle of my speech and glanced at Achilles. He was shaking his head and looking at the ground.

Then a knock came at the back door. It sounded more demanding.

Achilles walked to the window of the room and opened it. As he leaned out, his voice sound calm. "I apologize if I've been unclear- or otherwise confused you with my words." He sounded sweet. That's when I knew something was wrong. "It was never my intention to mislead. So let me try to clarify: GET THE HELL OFF MY LAND!"

I gave him a mild glare as he turned. "Okay, you can't expect me to not wonder who that was after that."

"I'm coming up!" I heard someone yell.

"And lookie here! We have a visitor," I said in sarcastic voice.

Achilles whacked me with his cane on the back of my head. "I will never understand how women from your time acted this way."

I stuck my tongue out as I heard someone jiggle the handle of the balcony door.

"Damn, that guy isn't kidding, is he?" I asked rubbing the back of my head.

"Just hear me out?! What are you so afraid of?" The voice came from outside the door.

I saw Achilles got a look in his eye. Whoever this poor sucker was, they were going to get their butt handed to them on a silver platter.

"Put your hood on," Achilles commanded in a tone that I never wanted to hear again. I quickly obeyed in fear of another whack to the head.

He yanked the door open and revealed the poor sucker was the boy from the stables last night. As Achilles approached him, the boy started to back up every step that Achilles took towards him.

"Afraid? You think I'm afraid of ANYTHING, least of all, a self-important little scab like you?!"

Achilles tripped the poor kid with his cane. I stood in the doorway, all the while praying that I wouldn't have to pull Achilles off the boy. Achilles then put the handle of his cane near the boy's neck as the kid put his hands up in surrender, not noticing me in the doorway watching.

"Oh, you might dream of being a hero. Of riding to rescues, of saving the world- but stay this course, and the only thing you're going to be is dead."

Achilles slowly released the boy. That's when the kid took notice of me. I shook my head and tried to tell him not to argue with the man, because it would leave him broken and bloodied.

"The world's moved on boy. Best you do too."

Achilles pushed me inside and I gave the boy one last look before Achilles slammed the door shut.

"I will not leave! Do you hear me?!" The boy yelled. "I am NEVER leaving!"

Achilles huffed and walked downstairs.

"Get up," Achilles said poking me with his cane.

I pulled the warm soft blankets of my bed over my ears. "Bite me."

Achilles whacked my back with the cane. "The poachers are back."

I was wide awake when he said that. I threw the blankets off and flew out of bed. I quickly slipped on my lucky black cloak as Achilles hobbled out of the room.

I met Achilles outside. He was hiding safely behind a tree, watching as the boy fought the poachers.

"You have to admit," I whispered, "he's doing an okay job against those men."

Achilles waved off my comment. "Sneak around and douse the lanterns. I suspect the leader is around here somewhere. You will be able to sneak around him in total darkness better. He brandishes a long blade that he secures to the back of his belt. Take it, and distract him. I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded. "And if anyone gets in my way?"

"Kill them," Achilles confirmed.

I left without another word, slipping silently around the barns. While the poachers were to distracted to notice me, I started to blow the lanterns out. They hadn't noticed, and neither did the boy.

As the boy interrogated the remaining man, he was blindsided by the leader. I tried not to cry out as I doused the last lantern.

"You workin' for the old man, then. Is that it?" I saw Achilles kill the man that the boy had interrogated.

I quietly slipped behind the huge man and slipped his knife away with ease.

As I backed a safe distance away, the man reached for his knife. "Maybe this'll get you-" The man paused mid sentence.

I cleared my throat, getting the attention of the boy and the man. I twirled the knife in between my fingers as they stared, unknowing of what to do. I smirked.

Before the man could do anything about me, Achilles had walked up and ended his life with his hidden blade, dropping the body on the cold, wet ground.

Achilles helped the boy up as I threw the knife, skewering it in between the man's fingers in the ground. The kid had a nasty bruise on the side of his face.

"Thank you," the boy said.

"Clean this up," Achilles commanded. "Then I suppose we should talk."

I stayed behind as Achilles walked to the manor. I pulled the bodies away, hiding them so no one would come across them. The boy followed my lead and did the same.

We didn't say anything to each other as we walked back to the manor. Achilles sat by the fire, staring intently into the flames.

I knew better than to sit down, so naturally I leaned up against the wall. The boy didn't know and had chosen to sit a chair. It didn't hold his weight for a second and collapsed under him. I covered my mouth trying to stifle a laugh.

The boy looked nervously at Achilles. "Sorry."

"Not your fault. This whole place is coming apart. Goddamn miracle it hasn't already. Anyway, who are you?"

"My name is Ratohnhake:ton."

How in the world are you supposed to say that? I wondered. I'm going to have to give him a nickname if he's going to be here for the long haul.

"Right," Achilles said. "Well, I'm not even going to try and pronounce that. Now tell me why your here."

Ratohnhake:ton pulled a piece of paper out and unfolded it. On it was the Assassin insignia. "I was told to seek this symbol."

Achilles took the paper. "Do you even know what that symbol represents? Or what it is you're asking for?"

"No," Ratohnhake:ton answered truthfully.

At least he isn't a liar I thought.

"And yet here you are," Achilles said.

"The spirt said that- that I-"

Achilles interrupted them. "These 'spirits' of yours have been harrassing the Assassin's for centuries. Ever since Ezio uncorked the bottle. Ah, but you don't even know what an Assassin is, do you?"

Ratohnhake:ton shook his head.

"Well, best settle in. I've got a story to tell and it's going to take a while to get it all out."

I rolled my eyes as Ratohnhake:ton pulled another chair and sat. I had heard this countless times before.

I pushed off the wall and walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple and chopping it into pieces. I'd rather sit here, alone and in the dark than here that story again.

As I walked back into the room, Ratohnhake:ton stood up.

"Then I will stop them," he said defiantly.

Achilles stood up. "Oh, I have no doubt you'll try. Come on. I have something to show you."

I saw Ratohnhake:ton jump slightly at my all of a sudden presence. I didn't mean to scare the kid, but seeing him like that made me want to jump out and yell "BOO!" I kept my mouth shut, though.

"Careful," Achilles said as both Ratohnhake:ton and I followed him. "Wasn't a joke when I told you this place was coming apart."

"Why don't you repair it?" Ratohnhake:ton asked.

"What's the point? Besides, I don't have the materials for the job."

"So buy them."

Achilles chuckled. "Look at me! You think that I can just march into some store, purse full of pounds, and go shopping?"

"Yes. Why not?"

Achilles sighed. "So naïve."

He reached up and pulled the candlestick that opened downstairs door. "This way."

I followed after Ratohnhake:ton. In the middle of the floor, was a pair of Assassin robes. I had a couple of pairs tailored to fit me, knowing fully that the robes in the basement were made for a man. I had gotten a pair of hidden blades made for me, too. They were like my throwing knives: I never went anywhere without them.

Ratohnhake:ton took interest in the robes. He bent down to pick up the box which held the hidden blades. Achilles whacked the boy's hands with his cane.

"Don't think you can just come in here, throw those on, and call yourself an Assassin."

"I did not," the boy stammered. "I would never presume."

Achilles waved him off. "That's alright. I know they've a certain allure. Very well, I'll train you. Then we'll know if you've got the right to wear those robes."

Ratohnhake:ton seemed happy. "Thank you...um..."

"Name's Achilles." Achilles glanced at me, asking for permission to say my name. He knew very well it took time for me to warm up to new people. I gave an almost unseen shake of my head.

Achilles walked over to the wall in which the pictures of leaders of the colonial Templars hung. Ratohnhake:ton moved the wood planks covering the portraits. He seemed to stare at portrait of Charles Lee more than the others.

"What do the Templars want?" Ratohnhake:ton asked.

"What they've always wanted: control. They see an opportunity in the colonies. A chance for new beginnings, unfettered by the chaos of the past. This is why they back the British. Here they have the chance to illistraight their merits of their beliefs. A people in service to the principles of order and structure."

"I have seen what is to come if they succeed. They all have to die, don't they? All of them. Even my father."

Wait. What? Who in the hell was his dad?

"Especially your father. He's the one holding the whole thing together."

Haythem Kenway. I had run into him a couple of times before. Every single time I was just barely able to escape. I still had some choice words I wished to scream into that man's face.

Achilles turned to me. "Take him to the guest room. Get him whatever he needs. In the morning, you'll help me train him."

I nodded and turned to Ratohnhake:ton. I nodded my still covered head towards the stairs.

As I was leading Ratohnhake:ton to his room, he spoke.

"Thank you."

I stopped mid stride and turned around to look at him.

"For the blanket. I can go get it if you would like."

I shook my head and showed him to his room. I could live without the blanket. Hell, I had six extra.

I walked back to my room and shut the door behind me. I climbed into bed and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.

I finally got Connor into the story.