My name is Karahkwa. I am no longer Crenepo. It feels strange to have a name that everyone calls you by. It has taken me only a while to figure out how to get used to it. Many people have called me by different names… Crenepo, brat, savage, woman, bitch… They are unpleasant to my ears.

Karahkwa… I feel better. A friend had given me the name, but he let me choose whether or not I wanted to keep it. I… Wanted a name. Ratonhnhake;ton told me that it means "Sun" in his tongue. I laugh at him whenever he calls me. Sun! Sun! Sun! He would call! And I would say, "the sun has risen!"

I asked Ratonhnhake;ton what his name meant.

He told me…

"Life that is scratched."

My shoulder still ached from that entire fight. However, I had promised Prudence that I would help her round up the pigs. She is pregnant with a child and has told me that the same would happen to me someday. When I fall in love with a man who loves me… I did not really follow her. I thought about her words while I was getting the pigs back in their pen. I have never really thought about love all that much. I have seen the people of the Powhatan together. I have seen the way a mother truly cares for a child and who two people look at each other… I have never thought that someone someday will look at me and think that I would be their world. It was so strange. Prudence thanked me for helping her. I do not mind helping the people around here. Ratonhnhake;ton was right about the people here caring for one another. Needless to say I was overwhelmed.

I had not forgotten about finding my father's slave trader. His name… Calderon Jairo. The Spanish must enjoy naming their children. I digress. Jeptha had said that he would be meeting in New York a few days after, but considering that Connor had come back with some splinters still in his face, from New York… It is safe to say that Jairo was not there. However, in the time that I have been recovering and exploring Boston, I have made a few contacts. They will tell me when and where my target is. Those same contacts do work for my father, but they see the injustice caused by him. They see how terrible he treats his slaves, his people. I must put a stop to him.

Karahkwa stretched her injured arm. She winced as the dull pain travelled up her shoulder and dropped her arm to her side. The cuts on her waist and side were expertly stitched together by Doctor White. Karahkwa made a note to thank him later somehow. Grabbing some clean bandages, Karahkwa wrapped them around her wounds and put on her blouse and trousers. She kicked on a pair of boots, slipped on her fingerless gloves and tied her sash around her waist. She gazed at her Assassin robes, hanging by the door. Karahkwa had sewn up the tears in her coat as she was recovering. She traced over the stitches and sighed. There was no time to waste. She had to get back to New York. Karahkwa put on her robes, still a little bit big on her. She latched her tomahawk and her sword to her belt and slipped her vambrace on her left arm. Karahkwa unsheathed her hidden blade, gazing at the glinting metal.

"I need to get stronger." She breathed as she allowed to blade to slide back into its sheath. Then she stepped out of her hut.

It was getting to be the middle of the day. Spring had dappled the grass with flowers and weeds and brought back the leaves in the trees… And the pesky bugs and spiders.

Karahkwa blew away a bee that buzzed by her face. It lazily flew away as the woman made her way up the hill and onto the path. Myriam waved to her as she walked past.

"I promised you those furs!" Karahkwa called after her.

"Give 'em to me when you are finished." Myriam said. "You look ready to go off somewhere."

"I will be sure the mice will not get to them this time."

"I'm holding you to that!"

Smiles exchanged and the two women went their separate ways. Karahkwa fished in her coat for the letter. She stopped her stride to read it. The paper was simply her father granting Spanish reals to the men on the list. Most of them were of varying amounts, but that did not matter. The names were more important as they would lead Karahkwa to toppling her father's little empire. She slipped the piece of paper back into her coat and continued walking. Connor was in the stables. He had his foot on the stirrup until he noticed Karahkwa coming up the hill.

"You are going somewhere so soon, Karahkwa?" Connor asked, concerned. "You should be resting because of your injuries."

"Says you who ran through cannon fire and came back here with splinters in your face." Karahkwa huffed. "I have little concern over my injuries for now, Connor."

Karahkwa lifted her arm to try and prove to Connor that she was fine. The dull pain made her grimace. Connor shook his head and mounted the horse.

"Where are you off to?" He asked, easing the horse out of the stables.

"To New York. I have to take care of a little business."

"I am heading there as well. Do you wish to join me?"

Karahkwa thought for a moment. "Well… Do not be alarmed if I decide to separate from you."

"I do believe you have done that enough times already."

Karahkwa threw a smirk at him before heading towards her horse. She hopped on and pulled her hood over head. The horse snorted, ambling to Connor's side.

"Shall we be off?" A nod of their heads and they galloped away.

New York was still being rebuilt after the shelling. Rubble still laid around the town and cannonballs littered the streets. People were not as out and about. Those that were looked forlorn and sorrowful. Karahkwa and Connor remained silent, observing the town. The sun began to peak through the clouds. They stopped in front of a boardwalk. A glint of light made Karahkwa blink. She looked up and saw someone dressed in black standing on the rooftops. He flicked the piece of glass causing the sun light to bounce off and hit her in the eyes again.

"I'm coming." She murmured.

"Karahkwa, be on your guard." Connor warned. "There is a plot for a murder that I am investigating and you should not get too involved. Do not cause too much trouble."

"Knowing me, I will do the opposite of what you say, Ratonhnhake;ton."

"I am serious, Karahkwa."

"I was joking." Karahkwa slid off her horse and tied him to a post. She muttered a 'see you later' to Connor before climbing up the side of the building. She approached the man in front of her. He wore a hat to cover his face.

"You look ridiculous." Karahkwa sneered.

"I've gots to stay hidden from your pa somehow." The man uttered. "The walls have eyes and ears y'know. Can't trust anyone. Not even your little friend down there."

"Right…" Karahkwa circled around him, keeping her distance. "What do you have on Jairo?"

"He is meeting with a couple advisors on the edge of the district." The man said. "It is inspect the damage of New York and how it will affect the trade. If you hurry and catch them, you might learn more. Pickpocket them. They should each be carrying information about that. Then find your target."

"Only tell me where to find the first advisor and I will see to it that I get to him." Karahkwa demanded as she stopped in front of the man. He reached for her shoulder, making Karahkwa back away. The man dropped his hand back to his side.

"Oh that's right. You Injuns don't like bein' touched." The man grunted.

"Good reason why." Karahkwa growled. "Now will you tell me where the advisors are or not? I will get that information out of you either way."

"Now now. No need to get so violent." The man eased. "You'll find one o' 'em in the East District and the other one by the harbor. Green coats. Can't miss 'em."

"Thank you." Karahkwa handed the man a bag of pounds before turning away and leaping onto another building. She headed towards the church and climbed up the tower to survey the area. The wind tickled her face, lightly blowing away her bangs and the tails of her robes. The skyline was hazy from the heavy rain that had begun to pour when Connor and her arrived. Karahkwa looked down and spotted a pile of hay down below. Just like he taught you. She inched closer to the edge of the platform and pushed herself off.

Time slowed as the ground rushed towards her. Karahkwa smoothly flipped onto her back and closed her eyes. Fwoosh! The soft hay cushioned her fall… and left her buried underneath. Karahkwa dug herself out and brushed off the hay from her coat. One by the harbor and one close by? Green coats… They should be an easy find.

Karahkwa made her way to the East District, careful to avoid causing too much suspicion. It was not long until she found her target. He was leaning against the side of a general store, looking around warily. His green coat made his pale skin look sickly against him. His Karahkwa pressed herself against a lamppost and glared at the man. Her hood and bangs obscured her face from his view. However, his eyes fell on her and Karahkwa instinctively looked away. The man pushed himself off the wall and turned away. He hunched over rubbing his hands together nervously and babbling to himself. Karahkwa followed him silently. As she closed in on him, she bumped into him. One swift swipe of her hand and she was done.

"H-hey!" The man stammered.

"Watch where you are going." Karahkwa spat. "You nearly knocked me over."

"S-Sorry."

With that, Karahkwa hurried away. She hid in an alleyway and inspected the letter. Merlo Co. What is Co.? Where is it? Karahkwa placed the letter in her coat and headed off. She went in the direction of the harbor where her last two targets are. Perhaps she could rouse one into telling her where Jairo was. If he complied, good for him. If he did not, then she will get the answer out of him somehow.

Karahkwa found herself in the harbor. She instantly spotted one of the men there. The thug was leaning against market stand. He saw Karahkwa and threw a sneer in her direction. A smirk inched its way onto Karahkwa's lips. They will eventually get to know her. The man snarled when she approached him. He moved out of Karahkwa's way as she inspected the fruits on the stand.

"Damn lil' bitch." The man grumbled. Kill him…

In the corner of her eye, Karahkwa found the slip that the man in black spoke of. It was sticking out of his pocket, crinkled together. She had to get it without him noticing. Or just take it anyways and deal with the consequences later? Karahkwa punched the man in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and took a good kick to the jaw, knocking him down. Karahkwa grabbed the slip of paper in his pocket and read it. Jairo was currently staying at an inn while he overlooked the repairs of her father's shop and it was on the other side of town. Karahkwa was about to go look for her last target when the man grabbed her leg. He grunted as he tried to bring Karahkwa to the ground. Bystanders stood by, watching the scene unfold before them. Karahkwa did not want to stay for long. She stomped on the man's arm, breaking it. He screamed in pain and released Karahkwa's leg. The people backed away, frightened. Karahkwa pushed past them. She was going to finally put an end to that man's life.

After what felt like hours of searching, Karahkwa had located Calderon Jairo. He was a sleazy looking young man, wearing a green coat and a blue tricorne hat. His appearance was clean-cut, but underneath that was a dirty man. He watched over the construction of the shop with his arms behind his back. There were a few thugs surrounding him, holding muskets and clubs. It was nothing the Assassin could not handle. Karahkwa strode over to the group and stabbed one of the thugs in the neck with her hidden blade. The remaining brutes turned around surprised. The thug dropped to the ground, holding his throat. Karahkwa unsheathed her tomahawk and twirled it in her hand. Calderon ran off, leaving the thugs to Karahkwa.

One of the brutes swung at Karahkwa with his musket. She dodged his swing and kicked him hard in the back of the leg. He fell to his knee and before Karahkwa could go for his throat, the hooligan's partner thwacked her with his club. Karahkwa tumbled backwards, writhing in agony. The hoodlum hit her in the ribs, where her cuts were. Karahkwa hissed as they stung and got on all fours. Hopefully her wounds did not reopen, or she will be hearing it from Connor.

Karahkwa staggered to her feet, holding her chest. The criminals lunged at her, but this time, Karahkwa was ready. Just like they taught you. Karahkwa ducked underneath their swings. Hit me again. She jumped up and pushed the club hooligan in the back of the head. She stabbed the middle of his back, feeling the blade scrape against bone. The man keeled over as Karahkwa removed her knife. The last of the thugs dropped his musket and fell to his knees, cowering.

"Where did he go?" Karahkwa interrogated. The thug pointed in the direction of the alleyway. Karahkwa followed his finger and located the retreating target.

"Pl-please. Let me go?" The man begged.

"Right…" Karahkwa kicked the man hard in the skull. He fell to the ground knocked out. The Assassin took off in the direction that Calderon headed. Karahkwa cornered Calderon Jairo in the alleyway. He panicked as she stalked towards him. He fished for his pistol, fumbling for a grip, but Karahkwa kicked it out of his hands. She grabbed his collar, lifted him up and slammed him against the side of a building.

"W-What do you want from me?!" He whimpered. "If it's money, I can give it to you!"

"I do not believe you know who I am." Karahkwa growled. She moved her bangs to get a better look at him. His face twisted in surprise.

"N-No… You can't be-" The Assassin wrapped her hands around the man's throat. That's right… Choke him slowly…

"I can't be who, Jairo?" Karahkwa snarled. She pressed harder against Jairo's neck, causing him to cough. He winced in pain.

"The one that Merlo warned us about!"

"Oh? Do tell."

"He s-said to be wary of the dark woman with blue eyes. I didn't think it would be you!"

"He was right to warn you." Karahkwa chuckled. "I am his daughter that has come to kill him."

"W-what has he ever done to you?!"

"That is a need to know." Karahkwa huffed. She fished in her pocket for the slip containing the names of her targets. "Now I ask you. Where is the location of Merlo's financial advisor and his lead guardsmen?"

"You think I'm gonna give up info that easy, missy?" Jairo scoffed.

"Did my father not warn you about me?" Karahkwa ridiculed.

"Huh?"

"Let me give you a good reason why." Karahkwa stabbed the man in side. He let out an agonized yell and dropped to the ground, clutching the wound.

"It hurts!" He coughed. "It hurts!"

"I ask you again! Where are they?!"

"I don't know! I only take orders and sell the slaves here in New York! They come to me by ship and the guards are hired by that brute of a man, Ademar Elonso!"

"Then you do know where he is."

"NO! I swear it! If it helps, I only know that he is around the Boston Underground, taking refuge in the sewers. Nasty place there."

"Answer me this as well." Karahkwa demanded. "Why do you and my father sell humans for profitable gain?"

"Haha…" Jairo wheezed. "Humans? They are animals, wallowing in the dirt. Miserable. They do not deserve the same respect."

"They are human beings regardless! You do not sell them into permanent servitude! They should be allowed to leave and stay as they please!"

"Hahaha! So self-righteous. So foolish." The man rasped. "If the color of your skin was a little light and if you had been raised by your father, you would live to see these humans as nothing more than dirt."

"Your words will die with you." Karahkwa gashed the man's neck with her knife. Blood bubbled up his throat and mouth. His eyes stared at the sky. Karahkwa knelt down beside the man and shut his eyes. "May the Maboya be merciful on your soul."

I had found out where the thugs come from. If I can get to them, I can hopefully cripple my father's little business. I need to find Connor.

Karahkwa walked up the street, looking for Connor. She noticed a small commotion building up and went to investigate. She turned a corner and saw Connor lying on the ground. There was blood dripping down his forehead.

"CONNOR!" Karahkwa yelled. She ran towards the prisoner cart that he was being dragged into. The soldiers blocked her path and kept her from going any further. "NO! CONNOR!"

Karahkwa struggled against the soldiers. They pushed her back, causing her to fall. One of them walked up to her whacked her with a metal baton on her side. She hissed in pain as the guards by the prisoner cart closed the door. They banged on it a few times and the horses attached to the cart drove off. Karahkwa sprung to her feet, her eyes wide and

"CONNOR!" She shrieked.

"Get out of here, brat." The guard growled. "Lest you end up like them boys in there."

It is better to run from the enemy than to fight them! Karahkwa took a few steps back, turned tail and ran. Panic and fear muddled her brain. She panted heavily as darted away, out of New York and into the Frontier. Finding her legs tired, Karahkwa stopped and caught her breath. She wiped her face, feeling hot tears streaming down her face. A stinging sensation burned in her side. Karahkwa lifted her arm and looked down. Her cuts had began to bleed again. She clicked her tongue and continued running to the Homestead. Once there, Karahkwa burst through the doors of the house.

"Achilles!" Karahkwa called. "Achilles, where are you!?"

"I'm here child." Achilles limped by doorway to the living room. "What is it?"

"Oh good!" Karahkwa sighed in relief. "You must help me. Connor… Connor is in-"

"In prison?" Achilles finished her.

"How…? How did-" Karahkwa whimpered. A man

"Karahkwa, I want you to meet Benjamin Tallmadge. He is the one helping Connor on this mission." Achilles

"Sir." Karahkwa nodded her head at the man. Benjamin extended his hand to her and she hesitantly took it.

"I've heard some bits about you. How you are one of the few remaining Natives of the Caribbean Sea. You and Connor are friends, I take it? He is the one training you?" Tallmadge asked.

"Uh yes. I have only trained with him for a year, but I have come to know him." Karahkwa informed.

"Good. I know how important he is to you and to the rest of us." Benjamin said.

"Is there anything we can do to help him out of there?"

"I can use most of my influence to possibly gain an upper hand." Tallmadge replied. "It is up to you, Achilles and the rest of the Assassins to help him out."

"There are more Assassins?" Karahkwa gasped.

"There are." Achilles piped in. "Connor has been recruiting as many men and women to the cause. You will meet them soon enough. Now come. There is much to discuss and what we should do to help free our friend."

Night had fallen. The moon lit up the prison, but it did little to ease it away from its ghoulish appearance. The guards were out and about, watching for anyone who would dare escape the prison. A few of them marched past some shrubs. Karahkwa slowly crawled out, careful to avoid snapping anything. She gazed at the guards for a moment before turning back at the prison. The Assassin closed her eyes for a moment and focused. Her skin prickled and suddenly…

Auras surrounded her… footprints… blood trails… She could see almost everything. Karahkwa looked up and around the prison. She located a window marked in yellow. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, Karahkwa's vision returned to normal. She checked where the window is before making her ascension up the side of the prison. Once she closed in on the window, Karahkwa looked around her. No guards in sight, for now. She knocked on the glass.

"Ratonhnhake;ton." Karahkwa whispered. She listened closely for any bits of movement. There were none, causing the young woman to worry. Karahkwa knocked on the glass again, but only a tad bit louder. "Connor!"

Inside, Karahkwa could hear him moving, with pained grunts and heavy footsteps.

"Who's there?" Karahkwa heard Connor ask. She let out a sigh of relief.

"It's me, Connor." Karahkwa pushed herself up to stabilize herself.

"Where are you?" He sounded frantic.

"Oh come Connor! I'm behind the window." Karahkwa hissed. She lightly tapped it. She heard Connor walk closer to the window.

"Why are you here?" Connor asked. Karahkwa could hear the hoarseness in his voice. Anxiety began to rise in her chest. "The guards will catch you and throw you in with the rest of the people here."

"I will be fine." Karahkwa reassured him. "How are you faring?"

"I took a beating, but I am alright…"

Karahkwa looked around some more before continuing to talk with Connor.

"We are going to get you out, you know." She told him. "One way or another-"

"No!" Connor snapped. Karahkwa nearly lost her footing. "I need to get to Hickey. I need to stop him before he gets to Washington!"

"Right… Tallmadge and Achilles told me everything." Karahkwa whispered half to herself. "Maybe I can help you someway. Provide you with outside help?"

"No Karahkwa! For once listen to me." Connor said roughly. "Get out before you are caught. This is not your fight. You should not be here."

"But I am your friend, Connor!" Karahkwa protested. "You say so yourself! You always call me that."

Karahkwa did not hear anything from Connor for a bit. She watched the bridge and the ground for any guards.

"You still there, Karahkwa?" Connor whispered.

"Yes."

"Promise me this one thing."

"What is it?"

"Do not do anything reckless while I am gone?"

"I…" Karahkwa pressed her hand to the glass. "I promise, Ratonhnhake;ton."

"Please do not worry about me, okay?"

"I will try hard not to." Karahkwa laughed. "When this is over, I will be by your side to bother you again."

"I will hold you to that, my friend." Connor chuckled.

With that, they said their goodbyes. Karahkwa descended the side of the prison and snuck away.

He is not going to die. I keep trying to reassure myself. He will be fine. My only real friend in this world. I do not want to lose him.