Amelia paced back and forth through the dining room while Achilles sat silently observing her restlessness. A breath caught in her throat as she gasped against her building anxiety. She hasn't wasted any time in returning from Boston, leaving the city as soon as she could. Seeing Haytham again, the cold look in his eyes broke her heart all over again.

"I don't understand...it's not possible. I saw him Achilles! I saw him when he-"

"Haytham Kenway is anything if not resourceful. The man clearly found a way to survive both his wound and the fall in the Observatory."

Amelia collapsed on a nearby chair, her head rested in the palm of her hands as she sighed in defeat.

"I just can't believe it. After all these years..."

The sound of the front door slamming open and close caused her to flinch slightly as Connor stormed through the hallway. His hands balled into fists, trembling where he stood.

"You left me in Boston!"

"I know Connor and I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? I believed my father to be dead; only to come face to face with him not eight months later!"

"Enough Connor! Can't you see she's punishing herself already?"

Connor froze at the old man's outburst, taking a moment to look back at his mentor. The guilt suddenly melting away his anger.

"Amelia I am sorr-"

"No Connor, you're right. We need to deal with this."

"And what would you do when you found him hmm? IF you found him? You're one Assassin and a boy with a few months training. He's a man who spent years honing his skills with a whole rank of Templars on his side."

Both shared a knowing look at Achilles' words; the old man was right. As much as they hated to admit it. Amelia let out a deep sigh, Connor sensing her frustration as he placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"The Templars...they have to die don't they?"

"If you're going to stand a chance against the Templars with me Connor; you're going to need these."

Connor stood patiently as Amelia crossed to the room, shortly returning with a large wooden box. Hesitating for a moment before handing it to him. As he opened the lid; she noticed his face light up at the sight of his own hidden blades and robes. His smile spread across his face as he looked back to his mentor.

"Go on before I change my mind."

"Do you...really believe I am ready? Achilles?"

"If Amelia truly believes you are ready then who am I to disagree."

Connor stood proud in his Assassin robes while admiring the newly equipped hidden blades as he flicked them back and forth.

"Once we had a ceremony on such occasions. But I don't think any of us are really the type for that. You've your tools and training. Your targets and goals. And now you have your title. Welcome to the Brotherhood Connor.


Not long after becoming an Assassin, Connor seemed to take off. The months slipping by almost as quickly as the tide. Amelia received frequent letters from the boy keeping her updated.

Although the day she'd received word of William Johnson's assassination had hit her harder than she'd expected. Even as far as shedding a few tears for the man. He'd been kind enough to rescue her and Haytham; assisting them against Charles. A part of her was hoping it wouldn't come to losing the only other Templar she'd once called friend.

Not long after she'd learnt he'd also managed to kill John Pitcairn. He'd rebuilt the Aquila before bringing together a new crew. Brought families together to start new lives for themselves at the Homestead. He'd even recruited a few new members for the Brotherhood; sending the younger, inexperienced members to the Homestead for Amelia to train. She could help the sense of pride for what Connor had achieved in the short months after becoming an Assassin.

Once a week Amelia would anyways received a letters from Connor. So when the letters suddenly stopped she knew in an instant something wasn't right. Mr Faulkner had agreed to take her to Boston on his next voyage. Once again finding herself at the docks; the sense of dread filling her stomach.

Her hood shielding her face from the rain as she cautiously made her way through the sleeping city. Boots splashing against the filling puddles on the road. The night sky rumbled over head as she ducked into an alleyway to avoid the marching Redcoats. Her back pinned against the damp wall, soaking her robes. Leaning back she searched the area for a quick escape from the approaching guards.

"Ugh I'm getting too old for this."

She muttered to herself as she prepared to climb the wall.

"Looking for Connor I assume?"

She flinched at the sudden voice, her eyes narrowing to make out the cloaked figure in the shadows. Her heart stopping when he stepped into the light.

"Haytham."

She took in the sight of her former lover. His hair turning grey, the age showing on his face. But the blue of his eyes still as striking as ever. Her heart ached at the hate in his eyes. It didn't matter how much he tried to hide it.

"Hello, Amelia."

he smug smirk on his face turned her stomach, crossing her arms she let her anger take a hold of her as she glared at him.

"You look rather well considering you've been dead for the last three years."

"No thanks to you."

She couldn't help but laugh in spite of herself. A smirk of her own finding her as she decided to play along with the game Haytham was clearly playing with her.

"Still bitter I see."

"Well when someone tries to kill you..."

"I didn't try Haytham... I thought I had!"

Haytham paused thinking over her words, his smirk falling to a frown.

"Well then, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"I don't have time for this; where's Connor?"

Amelia tried to keep calm as he began to pace circles around her, arms rested behind his back.

"Ah... about that, it would seem the boy managed to get himself arrested."

"Arrested? Why?"

"Caught counterfeiting I'm told."

"Not possible."

The Templar was surprised at how quickly she answered, the certainty in her voice. He assumed she was close with Connor, considered him a close friend. She had trained the boy after all.

"Perhaps but what concerns me are the reports I've received regarding the ring leader of the operation."

"Which is?"

"Thomas Hickey."

"Well that certainly explains a lot. Though why you're still working with that horrid man is beyond me."

"That's the thing Amelia. I'm not. He never rejoined the Order; he's working for another. Though I've yet to find out who."

He didn't give her a chance to reply as he took off. Their shoulders barely brushing as he passed. Amelia let him leave, her heart thumping in her chest at the sound of his retreating steps.

"Haytham wait...Why are you telling me this?"

He stopped in his tracks, hesitating for a minute before turning to face her.

"Because despite what you may think, I'm still rather fond of you."