Hi, sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Been really busy but I'm writing and full of ideas so we're good to go. Anyway here's chapter seven I really hope you like it and I hope I don't disappoint. I also apologize in advance if by chance there are any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy and please leave some feedback it really helps and means a lot to me enjoy! :)


A single month had passed after Haytham watched Amelia leave and his mind had been clouded ever since. Questions, confusion and exhaustion plagued his body and mind. It was beginning to effect his work; he only hoped that his men had failed to notice. Even the silence of his room seemed too loud as he sat alone at his desk. The sun had long since set and despite his best efforts he still couldn't think straight.

The regular mumbles and laughter sounded from the tavern downstairs, Haytham sighed deeply as he rested his head in his hands in an attempt to stop the room spinning. In the end he finally admitted defeat as he left his room and ventured downstairs and out into the cold winter night. The city of Boston lay bare from the fresh snow fall, appearing as a blank canvas. Looking out at the night sky he slowly began to feel at peace, the icy flakes fluttered from the sky delicately landing upon his face.

Although he'd managed to calm his racing mind, he still couldn't help but feel he was being watched. The scuffling above and shower of falling snow from the roof caused him to flinch as he noticed a hooded figure leaping away across the joined buildings, he didn't hesitate to follow. Fast on his feet as he quickly climbed a ladder and took off after them. They gave chase, skidding on the icy titles and careful footing with each jump and landing before running towards the next roof.

Haytham didn't slow for a second, racing after them. The hooded figure turned against a ledge, falling back as they came to a dead-end. Leaning forward preparing to jump to the cart of hay below. Haytham froze in his tracks, staring at the figure catching a mere glimpse of her face beneath their hood.

"Wait!"

The figure stopped cold. Panting for lost breath, they stood looking at the midnight moon above them before slowly turning to face Haytham.

"Amelia…"

"Haytham…"

Haytham cleared his throat as he took a second to look at her. Sore eyes, the tip of her red nose from the cold; she looked just as exhausted as he did. It seemed that neither of them had had any sleep in the month they'd been apart.

"I'm glad you decided to return to Boston."

"I almost didn't…All these years Haytham, I-I thought you were dead."

"And I you. I often wondered what would have happened if I'd gone back for you. To the rescue the only friend I ever had. But I was just a boy."

"And I was just a girl. We were both so young and lost so much that night. When we moved here shortly after, mother said it was second chance. But I just wanted my old life back; I couldn't understand why it had been taken from me. And I…I don't understand why Haytham…Why you-"

"-I'll tell you. Only allow me the time to explain."

Amelia looked Haytham in the eyes, before sitting by the ledge overlooking the city. Glancing back at Haytham, a ghost of a smile appearing against her lips.

"Alright…"

Haytham hesitated as he took a seat beside her, the right words trying to bring the story together in his mind. Amelia sat patiently as she listened to his every word, as he told her of the Templars, of Reginald Birch, of Pointy Ears, what he knew of their fathers' murders. She sighed deeply looking out at the sleeping city.

"Haytham when you knew who your father truly was; who my father was…why did you stay? Why stay with them all these years?"

"I doubt any answer I could give you would be satisfying and I'm sure your years of Assassin training are telling you not to trust me. But believe me Mila when I say I will never harm you."

Amelia couldn't help but smile at the use of her nickname.

"It's not you I don't trust Haytham, it's them."

Haytham looked out as she gestured towards the Green Dragon Tavern.

"So many Assassins dead, how would they feel learning of one sat at their very doorstep?"

"You needn't worry about that. For as long as I can help it, they shall not know of you."

Amelia nodded with a smile as she rose to her feet.

"I should go. But before I do, I have a favor to ask of you…"

"Oh?"

"Meet me at the market tomorrow morning, there's something you must see."

Amelia didn't allow Haytham the time to answer as she took off once again. Leaving Haytham alone with his thoughts, memories of the past awoken within his mind. As he made his way back to the Tavern he felt he could finally sleep for the first time in weeks.