I sat somewhat awkwardly in my saddle. Conner and I were following Haytham to Valley Forge to see General Washington. I was riding one of the Homestead horses that Conner had given me. A brown mare with white speckles on her flank who was named Fawn. She was relatively gentle, but I still felt uneasy riding on her. I glanced at Haytham, who was looking ahead, and then at Conner, who too had his eyes strictly forward. I sighed and looked upwards, this silence was making me feel uneasy. So I decided to use my awesome improvisation skills to entertain myself.

"Look there he goes, that boy is weird no question!

He's on a mission can't you tell?

Hiding in haystacks and some wood.

But his face's hidden in a hood.

No denying he's a funny man that Conner!

Bonjour.

Good day.

How is your family?

Bonjour.

Good day.

How is your wife?

I need, six eggs!

That's too expensive!

There must be more than this assassin life!

Look there he goes that man is so peculiar.

What's in that hood? I couldn't tell!

Is it a dreamy far off look?

Or a nose shaped like a hook?

Who's a puzzle to the rest of us? Conner!

O-oh! Isn't he exhausted?

I totally just saw him climb up to a roof!

He is working with his father!

Who's sassy even when compared to me!"

I was just about to get to the next verse of 'Conner' (My revised version of Belle from Beauty and the Beast) when I was rudely interrupted.

"Alice, no." Haytham sighed.

"Alice, stop." Conner groaned.

"ALICE, YES." I snapped "You guys are being boring and if I want to do Disney song parodies about you, I shall!"

"Hey. Hey Haytham." I chirped "Can you paint with all the colors of the wind like Conner?" Haytham gave me a weird look.

"What?" He asked. I smiled evilly and took a deep breath.

"You think you own whatever land you land on.

That the colonists are just people you control!

But I know a very certain assassin,

that will make sure you never have *pause* control? (Whatever, YOLO)

You think that the only people worth knowing,

are the people who work and think just like you!

But if you walk the footsteps of your opponents,

you'll learn things you never knew you never knew.

DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Have you ever heard the war cry of a Native dude?

Or asked the charging bear why he charged?

Can you sing with all the voices of assassins?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIIIIIIIIIND?"

"Alice, shut up." Haytham snapped. I shut my mouth and glared at him. That was a beautiful parody of 'Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas'.

"You have no sense of humor, Hamthighs." I sniffed "None."

"Did you just call me 'Hamthighs'?" Hamthighs asked. I looked around quickly.

"Who? ME?" I gasped "No! No way! Not little old me who totally didn't do the thing you're accusing me of! Psh, what am I? A criminal?"

"Conner had done tossed it,

The British had lost it.

Colonists threw all the tea!

Hamthighs and Nate thought they would win,

but then they had to join us and become friends!

The Templars were forced to jo-oin in!

But we assassins knew better than them!

Achilles always frowning,

Redcoats are losing!

In the Revolution!

DA DA DA DA DAAAA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DAAAAAT AMERICA!"

I sat up proudly in my saddle after my parody of 'Under the Sea' and didn't even realize Hamthighs going to knock me out with the butt of his pistol until it was too late. I slumped over and fell into unconsciousness.

I was five again and I was in pain. My eyes were watering as my uncle showed up in his car to take my brother and I to live with him. I already missed the big blue house we had lived in with our parents as we turned a corner, the street now out of sight. My uncle was sitting in the front with my brother, chatting away. I felt the tears run down my face and I let out a small sob. Nate turned in his seat.

"UGH! She's crying again!" He groaned. My uncle looked in the mirror and I quickly wiped my tears away before he could see.

"Aw, cheer up buttercup!" my uncle tried to reassure me "Ah, f-fuchsia! Let's just get home, ok? I'll buy you both ice-cream." I nodded and stared out the window. My brother and uncle resumed their conversation and I rubbed furiously at my eyes.

I didn't want to cry anymore.

When I came to, we were already at Valley Forge.

"Alice, are you alright?" Conner asked. I held my head in my hands for a moment before dismounting.

"Where is your father?" I growled. Conner seemed taken aback by my anger and pointed to where Haytham was standing. I marched over to him.

"Glad to see you came to, Alice." He smirked "I-" He didn't get to finish because my hand came in contact with his face with an audible SMACK.

"Don't you DARE think that you can EVER get away with that again Haytham Kenway!" I yelled "Do you know how awful it is to be conscious one second and out like a light the next?! I think you do, but that doesn't give you the excuse to do it to others! Do you hear me? AM I SPEAKING ENGLISH! I ought to gut you and then string your innards up a flag pole for all of the colonies to see! You do NOT treat me like that ever again! Do you understand?" I turned away before he could reply (though he was holding his cheek and I don't know if he could talk with a sore face).

"And you!" I snapped to Conner.

"Alice-" He started.

"Oh don't 'Alice' me!" I hissed "You should find yourself lucky I'm angry because if I wasn't you'd both find yourselves in serious situations in the morning! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BOTH!" I huffed one last time before storming up the path to Valley Forge, leaving both Kenways in confusion as to what just happened.

"We should be sharing what we know with Lee no Washington." Haytham grumbled.

"You seem to think I favor him." Conner replied "But my enemy is a notion, not a nation. It is wrong to compel obedience. Whether to the British crown or the Templar cross. And I hope in time the Loyalist will see this too, for they are also victims." I resisted the urge to smirk at the conversation behind me and crossed my arms.

"You oppose tyranny, injustice." Haytham said "These are just symptoms. Their true cause is human weakness. Why do think I keep trying t show you the error of your ways?" I stopped in my tracks when I noticed they had come to a halt as well to argue.

"You have said much, yes. But you have shown me nothing!" Conner snapped. He walked off and I heard Haytham mutter "Then we'll have to remedy that then, won't we?" My eyes followed his movements as he moved past me to follow Conner. As he passed he shot me a fleeting look and I scowled in return.

We walked over to Commander Washington's tent and I felt the familiar flutter of excitement whenever I was near the first president. Or in this case, soon to be first president who was bent over a piece of paper.

"Sir." Conner greeted, folding his hands. Washington looked up and smiled.

"Conner, Alice, what brings you here?" He asked.

"The British have recalled their men in Philadelphia." Conner explained "They march for New York." I watched as Haytham looked over the paper Washington was examining a moment before. I rolled my eyes and stalked towards him as Washington and Conner continued chatting.

"Those are not yours to see." I snapped lowly at Haytham. He looked briefly up at me before gesturing to the paper.

"Read it." He replied grimly. I hesitated before allowing my eyes to skim over it. Every word filled me with horror and I felt bile climb into my throat. Haytham picked up the paper and I realized what he was doing a moment too late.

"Haytham-" I warned, but he cut me off.

"And what's this?" Haytham asked dramatically.

"Private correspondence!" snapped Washington, reaching for the paper. Haytham dodged his reach with a muttered "Of course it is."

"Would you like to know what it says, Conner?" Haytham asked. I backed away from Washington and Haytham, horror evident in my eyes.

"It seems your good friend here has ordered an attack on your village." Haytham annoced "Although 'attack' might be putting it mildly. Tell him, Commander!" I closed my eyes as Washington started explaining.

"We've been receiving reports on allied Natives working with the British." Washington said guiltily "I've asked my men to put a stop to it."

"By burning their villages and salting their land?" I whispered "Calling for their 'extermination'? That's evil!"

"Not the first time either!" Haytham supplied "Tell them what you did fourteen years ago."

"That was another time!" Washington snapped "The seven years war!"

"And now you see what happens to this 'Great man' when under duress." Haytham mocked "He makes excuses to displace his blame, a great many things with that, except TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!"

"ENOUGH!" Conner yelled "Who did what and why must wait! My people come first."

"Then let's be off." Haytham replied.

"No." Conner snapped "You and I are finished."

"Son..." Haytham breathed.

"Do you think me so soft that by calling me 'son' I might change my mind?" Conner growled "How long did you sit on this information or am I to believe you discovered it now? My mother's blood may stain anothers hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster and everything he does he does by YOUR command!" He turned to leave and then paused, looking t both of the men.

"A warning to you both!" He yelled "Choose to follow me or oppose me and I will kill you." He grabbed my arm and we both walked out of the camp. He let go of my arm once we reached our horses. I stayed silent as we both mounted our horses and rode off in a gallop. I winced everytime Fawn moved a little too sharply, sending my sore arm's nerve endings into a frenzy of pain. I noticed Conner was muttering something in what seemed like his native language.

A/N- HAPPY NEW YEAR! Another chapter until we get back to the good stuff. I'm so sorry, but 2016 is already being hectic for me! Shout out to the lovely SloTurtle Corp for helping me come up with all these lovely parodies and helping me with 'Hamthighs'. Most of this chapter and story wouldn't be posted if she wasn't such a brilliant singer and beta-reader! So go check out her stories and bother her about updating because she needs to do so!

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