alright, so it's been more than a week since Tyranny of King Washy has been released and I'm already planning out what to write xD

But first, gotta finish this story :P

Not much happening in this chapter, mainly fillers...

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Charlie Allen

Chapter XI

I knelt and placed the box on the floor, opened it to reveal a leather belt that I plucked quickly away, knowing that beneath would be a sword, and not a wooden play sword but a shimmering steel sword with an ornate handle. I took it from the box and held it in my hands. It was a short sword and, though, shamefully, I felt a twinge of disappointment about that, I knew at once that it was a beautiful short sword, and it was my short sword.

oOo

Day 514

Two weeks since we returned from the Battle of Lexington and Concord and never in my life have I been so glad to see Achilles again. Thought he old man was less pleased to know I got trouble again. I talked to Myriam and she told me Theo came to her and told her what happened to me. What is he up to?

oOoOoOo

I stared at the mass of papers lying in front of me. The pages weren't white like the sheets of paper in my time, but somehow it was expected. The surface also felt different. When going with your fingers over it, it didn't felt smooth, but still you could write on it without major trouble.

That is, if you know how to write with a quill. The feather simply didn't listen to me, and I also managed to spread ink on my clothes.

From watching Harry Potter, I thought it was a piece of cake to write with a quill, but now that I'm trying this on my own, I just want to throw it out of the window.

The text on the papers were all written in nice cursive letters. Connor had a rather pretty handwriting. But then again, all the people in the 18th century knew how to write in nice cursive, while I'm stuck with an awkward mixture of half-cursive and half-print. I remember how proud I was when I could write in perfect cursive in the second grade, being the only one who learned it so quickly. Over the time it changed a bit, and then High School came.

Everyone was just like 'YOU NEED CURSIVE IN HGH SCHOOL BECAUSE EVERYTHIN IS CURSIVE! YOU BREATH CURIVE, YOU SMELL CURSIVE, YOU EAT CURSIVE! YOU'LL NEVER USE PRINT AGAIN!'

Although the text was all written very tidily and neatly, I still couldn't read all the words, because cursives were just so damn hard to read. Not even squinting my eyes together and holding the paper right in front of my nose was helping.

Another reason why I hate cursive.

I also noted that even after ten pages Connor's handwriting didn't change much, which I find really odd but admirable at the same time. My handwriting already begins to change after one and half page. After page five it's just a bunch of wavy lines and dots.

Connor and Achilles were in their Batcave again, discussing things that should concern me, but didn't really because I have other stuff to worry about. The Batcave was basically a hidden basement, where you just have to pull a candle holder and magical stairs will appear. They recently showed me that, but I didn't bother to go downstairs. I detested basements because I always think there was a coffin downstairs, with Dracula sleeping inside.

My black journal was lying open on the table. I just read all the entries and just like I expected, there wasn't much written in it, maybe some weird stuff that didn't make sense at all too people who didn't understand my current situation. Which made me wonder, what where Connor and Achilles thinking about me being from the future? How are they coping with it? Do they even really believe it?

Connor walked into the living room, spotting me sitting there on the working desk. He walked over to me to see what I was up to, and saw the notes he wrote sprawled across the desk. I watched his face, noting that at first he looked a bit confused, but then his eyes lit up, like he finally remembered what those notes were.

My eyes traveled to something Connor was holding in his hand. It was a sword. Not just any sword, it was my sword.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Catching my gaze lingering on that weapon, Connor held it up and explained: "I talked to Achilles. We both agreed you should start practicing with it. It is for your own good."

I raised an eyebrow. "How about a no?"

"What will you do when you are attacked?"

"Scream and run away."

Connor tried his best not to twitch with one eye, which would have looked pretty funny. "And if the enemy catches up with you?"

"Try to… Kick him?" I sounded unsure, and judging from Connor's smug look, he knew that too. Basically I lost and argument that couldn't even fully develop into one because I suck at arguing.

"You already know how to use it; you just have to practice regularly." Connor tried to convince me.

"What makes you think I kno-" I started but then stopped, remembering that note which was attached on the sword. Thinking of it makes me want to punch a wall. "I'm not going to use that sword and you can't force me."

The assassin pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply, before asking: "What are you afraid of?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not bothering to answer that question. Instead I took my ballpoint pen and scribbled random flowers into my journal, ignoring Connor standing next to me. Truth to be told, I actually wanted to learn how to use a sword. Badly. Because I think this would look totally badass and cool. But I really don't want to use it to kill- or simply injure people.

Connor let out a sigh, and then turned around to leave the room. "I will be waiting outside for you."

I chuckled humorless at that. If he wants to, he can wait there forever.

The sun shone through the window, and there were barely any clouds hanging in the sky. I bet I'm the only person who's sitting in a stuffy room with no air condition, while others are outside enjoying the fine weather.

Well, after what happened the last few times when I took a trip to Boston or walked through the woods, I guess it's better if I got locked up in a room.

But I reaaally wanna go outside and take a walk on the beach. I don't think anything bad will happen there. Unless Davy Jones suddenly decided to take a trip ashore. Wouldn't surprise me at all.

Hm, I should go and visit the other people from the Homestead community; I didn't really have the chance to properly talk to them the last time. Time to get to know some new people.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I got off the chair and walked to the doorway. The door was wide open. Carefully, I turned my head to the left, and then to the right.

Good, no Native assassin with a huge tomahawk in sight. I sighed in relief and finally stepped out of the house stretching my whole body I let out some baby dinosaur noises, followed by the sound of bones cracking. But before I could even walk away from the manor, something huge and bulky jumped down from above, landing behind graciously and almost soundless.

Curiously I turned around, and standing behind me was Connor, holding what I guess was my sword. I looked up to see where the hell he jumped down, and saw the balcony over the door entry. No wonder I couldn't spy him anywhere. When I looked back at the assassin, Connor swung the sword and much to my surprise, lashed out for me.

A high pitched shrieking sound came out of my mouth, and out of instinct –and with a reflex and speed I didn't know I possessed- I got down onto the ground. All the while I thought that he had finally snapped and is now ready to kill me.

"Dude, what the fuck are yo-" I screamed, though he didn't let me finish it. Instead, he hold up the sword above me, ready to stab me with it if I hadn't quickly roll away again.

The sword got stuck in the ground for a short time, but it was enough for me to scramble back onto my feet and ran away.

Or rather, I tried to run away.

When I looked over my shoulders, Connor leaped out again to attack me. I let out a string of curses. Knowing I won't be able to outrun in him in million years, I took defense behind a big tree. Another swung of that sharp weapon came into my direction, while I let out a bloody scream, ducked and started to run around the tree.

Well, it seems like luck wasn't on my side. Right when I was about to leave the place and ran back into the manor, I experienced something I haven't had since I woke up form my long beauty sleep: Another vision. Not sure if they really were vision, but I really don't know what else to call them.

I was back in a study room. A man and a young boy were standing there. I recognized the young boy from my first vision, I think. The older man handed him what looked like a box. The kid opened it, and inside was a sword. A mini sword, big enough for a small child like him. He looked pretty happy. That was it. The scenery changed back to the outside of the manor and I found myself glued to the tree by a sword stuck through my long sleeve. I guess that was one of the disadvantages of wearing baggy clothes.

And Connor was nowhere in sight.

Great.

First he chased me around the manor like a mad killer and now that he finally got me he just disappeared and left me here behind? He could have at least unstuck me from the tree. I looked around me, but couldn't spot any familiar white cloak. Remembering what happened when I stepped out of the manor, I lifted up my head. Unfortunately the tree top was covered in dark green leafs. It was a good hiding spot.

Eh, whatever.

I grabbed the sword handle with my right hand. Now the slightly harder part came. Trying to get the sword out of the wood. Which was a bit hard since I only had one hand to do that. The worst part was that I'm not right handed, thus I had some trouble.

So I stood under the tree for fifteen minutes, twisting the sword handle to left and right, shaking it, desperately trying to get it out of the tree. Now I know people in England felt when they tried to take out Excalibur from the stone.

My right hand started to feel numb, so I let go of the sword handle and let it rest a bit. I'm pretty sure I must have looked dumb, being stuck on a tree thanks to a sword. If Austin was here he'd totally help me.

After he took several pictures for blackmailing.

Okay, break over, back to work.

I took a deep breath, grabbed the sword handle, and with all my strength and power I pulled at it again. A woosh sound could be heard, signalizing that I succeeded this time. I smiles in triumph, but it was short lived. I forgot that the sword was pretty heavy, so the weight dragged my right arm onto the ground. I let go of it and shook my left arm to let the blood flow again.

How the hell does one even walk around with a sword at attached to their hip? It's like you're constantly walking with bricks attached on you.

I guess I can finally take my leave now. Just when I turned on my heels, ready to walk away, I heard a rustle. The top of the tree started to shake, leafs falling down onto the ground.

A wild Connor appeared right in front of me, sword in the hand.

Where he got that seconds sword was beyond me, but what I knew was that I'm totally fucked up now.

"Wait Co-" I started, trying to tell him to stop, but of course the assassin didn't listen.

He went straight for an attack.

This time though I grabbed the other sword and somehow managed to block his attack. Judging from the look on Connor's face, he was just as surprised as I was. Though that didn't stop him from doing another attack. I deflected it again, and now it was my turn to attack.

What the hell am I doing?

With a speed I didn't know I possessed I swung the sword at him. As expected from a professional, the Native blocked my attack with ease and went straight for a counter attack. Just like before, I deflected it. This time, Connor didn't draw his sword back. Instead, our sword stayed in touch, and he started to push me back, which was totally unfair, because there was no way I could hold my ground.

Regardless I still tried. While pushing back, I carefully took a step back, with the intention to step aside and make a dash for it. That plan back failed though. When I took another step back, I tripped over the root of that tree and landed flat on my ass, losing my sword in the process. When I looked up, Connor was hovering over me with a small smirk on his face, sword pointed at my nose.

"Not bad. But there is always room for improvement." Connor commented.

I shot him an annoyed glare and pushed that sword away from my face. It wasn't until I was standing on my feet I realized I was out of breath.

What the hell just happened? Was it my imagination or did I really fought with a sword like the three Musketeers? I stared at my hands with a puzzled look, stretching my fingers, like they could provide an answer for me. Since when did I possess such skills? I guess that small note wasn't lying at all.

"Are you alright?" Came the concerned voice of Connor.

I dropped my hands and snapped: "Beside getting chased and barely escaping death, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I apologize for that, but it was necessary."

"You could have warned me!"

"What were you thinking of when I stabbed the sword through your sleeve?"

"Oh you know, just had a vision of a man and a kid, who got his first sword, the usual. Nothing special." I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. This way, he'll think that I was just telling a bunch of bullshit, without realizing that I was actually telling the truth. Something I picked up from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Connor raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing what I just said. I sighed, took the sword, ready to trudge back to the manor, when we both saw a man on a horse coming. The man on the horse looked around, spotted us and approached us.

"Connor?" He asked, tapping his hat.

Connor and I looked at each other, both wondering what his man could want from me. "That's him." I replied and pointed at the big oaf standing next to me.

The man smiled, glad he got the right person and then grabbed into his jacket, taking out what looked like a letter, and handed it to him. He thanked him, gave him some coins and turned the letter around to see who the sender was.

He opened the letter. Inside was a neatly folded piece of paper and when Connor unfolded it, I mentally winced at the sight of it. Whoever sent him this letter had a really cursive handwriting. Every letter was bended to the right like a hurricane was blowing on them and the loops just made my head go dizzy. On top of that, everything was written really small, probably to save some paper.

Well, at least I don't have to decode it.

After reading it, Connor announced: "It is from Sam Adams."

True enough, the name Samuel Adams was written bigger than the rest, and there was a red stamp along with the signature. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. "What does he want?"

The assassin shrugged his shoulders and went back to read the letter.

I swear it's like reading a letter written in Tengwar. You know how to write in Tengwar perfectly, but the main problem was decoding it, because I tend to forget which letter which symbol was.

"He says that on the 17th June a certain George Washington will be holding an induction as Commander in Chief of the Continental army and wants us two to be present there. Sam thinks you may be interested in it."

"Pfft." I dismissed the invitation with a wave of my hand "Not interested in politics and stuff. You can go alo-" I stopped midsentence and stared at Connor with a disbelieving look. "George Washington?"

Connor nodded and hold up the letter, pointing at the passage where it was mentioned.

"The George Washington?" I asked again, my voice getting louder.

Now the Native looked slightly concerned. "Is there something wrong?"

"Holy fuck! I'm going to meet George Washington." At this point I was basically in fangirl modus, almost hyperventilating. Well, I'm actually not a fangirl of George Washington, but it's not like you get a second chance to meet the very first POTUS. Also I want to know if it was true he had wooden teeth. That's what I learned from Fairy Odd Parents.

I skipped around happily, thinking that finally this time travel thing somehow paid off. A steel hand gripped my shoulders, stopping me form performing a happy dance. I looked back and saw Connor looking at me with a you-forgot-something-face.

"What?" I asked rather rudely.

He pointed at my sword. "You will not go anywhere until you have trained properly.

I shrugged of his hand and turned around to face him and crossed my arms. "Excuse me, but last time I checked you're not my dad."

"This is merely for your own safety.

Own safety my ass. I don't think it matter whether I can defend myself or not, I'll just get into trouble anyway. I pressed my lips into a thin line. I really don't want to walk around with a sword. It would look weird. It's already bad enough that I get stared because of my eyes and clothes I'm wearing as a woman/girl, but now marching around with a sword… Besides, I don't want to get involved into fights.

But it felt so strangely good and safe, when I used the sword. I bit my lower lip, thinking hard.

Connor seemed to sense my inner struggle. He sighed and told me to think about it, then walked away, disappearing into the woods. At the same time Achilles stepped out of the manor. He watched how Connor walked away and then his gaze landed on me.

Supported by his cane, he slowly approached me. The old man's eyes landed on the sword next to me, then back to where Connor disappeared. Finally he insisted: "Let's go for a walk."

I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to it.

oOo

"… And then he disappeared, just like that! I mean, yeah, I have the attention span of a goldfish, but I think I should at least be able to realize when suddenly someone decided to vanish! I'm telling you, Achilles, that guy is not normal!"

Achilles listened to my rambling, nodding here and there, not once giving a sound from himself until I finished telling him my tale. Somehow I knew this walk would turn into a therapy hour. Normally I would keep this kind of stuff to myself, praying people here won't think they have psycho on the loose, but there was something that told me I could trust Achilles.

Maybe it was his old age and wisdom that made me tell him what was on my mind and what happened these past few weeks.

Or maybe I simply needed someone to listen. I didn't care what he thinks of me, I just needed to let this all out. And damn it felt good.

In my opinion Achilles was the only person who was suited for this. Nothing against Connor but he seemed to me a bit impatient and I think if I told him everything I might just walk out with a tomahawk stuck in my head. It was a hard decision for me to tell him about that one weird ream I had and my encounters with Theo though. But I think since that Juno Spirit was involved Achilles kind of believed my story. I hope.

The old man stopped walking and sat down on a nearby rock, obviously tired from the long walk. There was a river nearby. I couldn't see it yet, but the sound of water flowing told me it. The trees stood tall and proud on the sidewalk. It made me sad to know in a couple of centuries those trees might be cut down and a road will be build here, replacing the stony travelling paths.

"I believe you should continue practicing sword fighting."

"What?" I asked, refusing to believe what I just heard.

"I don't think I need to repeat myself. You say yourself that the Spirit didn't send you here to simply correct your flaws, there is another reason she doesn't tell."

"Yeah, but what does it ha-" I moaned, but then it clicked in my head "Her real intention is far more dangerous, and to make sure I don't die out in this world, she gives me a sword and that cheap excuse of a guardian angel."

Achilles nodded at my hypothesis. "It would be wise to start training regularly from now on. I cannot have my student to look out for you all the time."

Like I want to be watched 24/7.

"But I would suggest to be cautious around that lad you told me about, if you meet him again." The old man adviced.

In annoyance and self pity, I threw my head back and winces. Why couldn't Juno just gave me the ability of a Musketeer or a Samurai, instead of a 'You already know how to use it. You're just not good at it.'

"Come." Achilles got up "We should head back now."

I snorted, "Yeah, because Connor is totally going to throw a house party in our absence."

That only got me a weird side glance from the old man. He then only shook his head and we walked back to the manor.

FMAPokeWarrior: Maybe she'll have, maybe not, who knows :D

IamAWESOME: Maybe it is the start of a relationship, maybe not :P

Red red red ribbon: will try :P

AssassinsGurl2012: haha, now that i look at it, i kind of like it too :D maybe i'll turn it into an AU one shot some time :)

Tehehe: Thanks for your support, means a lot to me :) (wish you had a real acc so we could talk more, you seem to be a nice person :3)

MorWolfMor: VIVA LA SLEEP 8D

OrionRedde: WE GOTTA CHANGE THAT SOON; BETTER NOW THAN NEVER; OR ELSE HE'LL NEVER GET LAID