Hello!

Some people did comment on the idea of killing of Ziio. Don't worry- I don't hate her- I love her so fucking much, it hurt me-physically pained me-to kill her of. I was so upset! But she does die in the book and game, so I decided to stay a tiny bit true to that.

I hope you enjoy this chapter now-sorry it was short, but I'll most likely be posting tomorrow too! School is first priority though, so yeah. :3

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Chapter Ten: The Journey Back

He wanted to cry; he wanted to scream, but Haytham was drained. The journey back to the house had been tiresome-Haytham was distraught and he found it difficult to walk, or perform any form of movement. Ziio was gone, and all in a matter of minutes. His life was collapsing before his very eyes.

The waiter at the restaurant had offered the ring to Haytham before he left to the carriage, but he denied it with a simply shake of his head. Haytham didn't want to see it again-he didn't want to look at it. It sickened him. It made him think of Ziio-the woman he loved, the woman who he would die for.

Instead she had died for him-more or so, she had died because of him. Leaving the Templars caused her death; Haytham clenched his fists. It's my fault she's dead. He breathed through his nose slowly.

His thoughts came to his son Connor-his beautiful son. Guiltless; blameless; perfect. Of course, he would grow up, and that innocence would be gone, but for now he was just a baby-innocent as a puppy- and Haytham intend to keep it that way.

For now.

Connor didn't know that his mother had been killed; murdered and Haytham was glad of that. He was glad that Connor didn't know; glad that he was sound asleep, unbeknownst of his mother's sudden and unneeded death. Haytham was glad.

But when the boy grew up, he would become a killer; Haytham just knew it. He was just so young and already blood had stained his life. He would grow up to become a murderer-Haytham did.

Haytham sighed at his pessimistic attitude. He won't be a murderer; he won't. He'll fight for justice and freedom for all. The former Templar stopped at the steps of the large house and retracted his keys from his pocket. They dangled helplessly in front of him; the sound reminded him of bells at Christmas.

He opened the door and walked in, and already the house felt empty. One person was missing; for good. She wasn't coming back-not for Haytham, not for anyone.

Footsteps and loud cries were heard, and the nanny came rushing down the stairs, her dress flapping wildly. "Master Kenway! Master Kenway!" she cried. "Your son-he-I-well," She stammered nervously. Haytham's raised an eyebrow. "Spit it out, miss."

The nanny took a deep breath. "Your son woke up abruptly just a few moments ago, I'm sorry Master Kenway-I didn't keep him entertained enough in the period before you go here I-" Haytham had held up a single hand.

"Your services are no longer needed for today." He said, shoving the nanny her coat.

She stumbled backwards at his coldness. "Whatever is the matter Master Kenway? Where is your wife?" she asked.

Haytham's lip trembled at the word 'wife' but he quickly composed himself. "She's…out." He whispered. The nanny leaned closer, but Haytham's voice rose. "Please-just leave."

The nanny nodded. "Alright." She curtsied and the sound of a door slamming preceded her exit. Haytham quickly went up the stairs, and stopped at the doorway to his bedroom.

Connor was crying loudly. His face was wrinkled and tears were running down his face, wetting his smock. He grabbed out helplessly at the air, as if wanting something-or someone-to grab onto. He looked utterly distraught.

Haytham felt a pang of guilt and sadness and edged towards the crib, picking Connor up. He brought the crying baby to his chest and rocked him slowly, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Connor wouldn't stop crying and Haytham began to worry. Ziio always calmed Connor down immediately when he was crying. She would sing him a lullaby and he would fall silent and into a quiet sleep.

The lullaby. Haytham thought.

"Ho, Ho, Watanay." He sang croakily. His voice wasn't has beautiful as Ziio's melodic one. It nearly Haytham to sleep.

He sang again, this time, slightly better. "Ho, Ho, Watanay."

Connor was now quieting down. "Ho, Ho, Watanay." Haytham sang again. Ziio would sing this so much better he thought to himself.

Ziio. Tears sprung to Haytham's eyes. "Ho, Ho, Watanay." He sang, his voice choked. A single tear dropped on his clothes.

Tears flowed down his cheeks and Connor's eyes drooped. "Ki-yo-ki-na." A tear drop fell on Connor's smooth forehead, but his son didn't stir.

Haytham wiped Connor's forehead with his index finger softly to remove the tear. "Ki-yo-ki-na." Haytham put Connor in the crib and more tears flowed down his cheeks and onto the hard-wood floor.

He barely sang the last line, as he was shaking violently from holding in loud sobs.

"Ki-yo…ki-na."

Sad? Sad. Yes indeed. I decided to bring back the lullaby. Actually, this was planned way before-hand. I planned to kill of Ziio and have Haytham sing the lullaby-failing miserably at the pronunciations, but who cares?- when the chapter "The Lullaby" was written. Weird huh? Scratch that previous statement about Haytham failing at the pronunciation. It's not that hard-I listened to it.

Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, and please fave and review, and I love you all so freaking much!

Thanks loves xx