This is a filler incase I do not upload a new chapter for a while. It will be a journal entry from Haytham regarding Ziio -aka Lilly. Hope you enjoy just as much as I enjoyed writing it :)


Journal Entry 1737

Sight.

Every color I look at reminds me of her. The brown dirt that covers the ground, the same beautiful brown that enriches her skin. The green grass, the same green of the beads she wears around her neck. The night sky, the darkness of her eyes that shines brighter than any star. My bear fur rug, the same jet black than engulfs her hair to make her braids look exquisite. My mother's pink roses, the same adorable color her cheeks turn.

Smell.

The scent that rushes from her to my nose is nothing like I smelt before. The smell of the strawberries that she tells me that she is so fond of. The smell of the sweet maple water that her people use for cooking. The smell of leather that she wears on her back, even in the hot summer heat. The smell of fresh water that runs off her like she just bathed. The smell of smoke from a fire that she sleeps next to every night. The smell of me that rubs onto her when she hugs me.

Taste.

When I bite in to corn I imagine her planting and carefully growing it. When I drink water I imagine her fishing. When I sink my teeth into a steak, I imagine her hunting. The way her name tastes when I address her.

Hearing.

The way she says my "name" that bring me joy and anger. Joyful at how natural it sounds coming off her lips. Aggravating at how I wish it was my real name that I could hear in her silky voice.

Feel.

The way her hands felt warm on my cheeks on that cool evening. The way I could feel her heat emitting from her when she embraced me. The feeling of my silk ribbon that now resides on her wrist. The way her small frame felt crushing me from her dangerous tumble. The way she felt in my arms when she fell fast asleep. The heat that I could feel burn my face when she's near. The way her lips felt upon my cheek...

For all the five senses I have, each are filled with the beautiful Mohawk girl.

Lilly.

My beautiful Mohawk girl.

My Lilly.

-Haytham E. Kenway