Just letting you all know, the difference between Violette and Violet for this OC is the pronunciation. Octavia's second name, Violette, is pronounced as [Vee-Oh-Let] whereas Violet is [Vye-Let]. However, when she goes under the name 'Violette', it is pronounced as Violet. Sorry if I confused you xD

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, though! :)


A Few Months Later...

"Ratonhnhaké:ton!" Octavia called out to the boy from downstairs.

"Yes?" he answered.

"Achilles has taken out the carriage! I think he's going away."

He made his way downstairs quickly, stopping at the end in front of Octavia and they began walking out of the manor and into the cold that winter brought with it, "What is that?" he inquired about the papers she was holding.

She lifted it up to show him, "I was drawing something." she explained, checking if she had her necessary materials to complete it as they arrived to the carriage.

"Good morning." he said to the two.

"To you as well." "Buongiorno, Signore." they replied.

"You taking a trip?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked Achilles, moving around in place.

"I've decided to do something about the house and you two are going to help me." he said, tapping his cane against the body of the carriage, "Get in."

Ratonhnhaké:ton opened the carriage door and Octavia got in.

"I did not open the door for you." he commented.

"Cosa? Why not? It is 'ladies first'."

The boy huffed, "You're no lady..." he grumbled, remembering all too well how unruly she can be during training sessions.

"Yes, I am!"

"No, you aren't!"

"How am—"

"Stop bickering and get in!" Achilles scolded them. "Can't believe they're Assassins in training..." he mumbled to himself so they couldn't hear him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton got into the carriage, closing the door and glaring at Octavia, who gave him the same look in response before retrieving her art materials, handing a couple pieces to her partner along with some paper. He took the paper and tools, looking at her work and then at his blank canvas.

"Sit next to me, I will show you the basics." she offered and he obliged.

"You start like this..."


Boston...

Ratonhnhaké:ton hopped out of the carriage, followed by Octavia after placing her papers as securely as possible within the carriage, pocketing the materials. He looked at the city in awe at the buildings lining the streets while she let out a deep sigh.

"It has been to long since I have been in Boston." she commented, a faint smile forming across her lips.

A lady pased by and Ratonhnhaké:ton followed her with his eyes, receiving a smack on the arm from Octavia.

"Don't stare." Achilles told him, smacking him lightly with his cane.

"Sorry..." Ratonhnhaké:ton said, looking down. Octavia felt bad for hitting him and placed a hand on his shoulder, receiving a brief glance.

"Come on." Achilles called them. They began walking just behind their Mentor, Ratonhnhaké:ton looking around at all the buildings.

"This place is incredible!" the Native boy chimed, "The people, the sounds and smells. I could walk these streets for days and know not even half its wonders." he continued. Octavia giggled, nodding her head in agreement.

"I thought the same as you upon a time. These days, I much prefer the quiet of the countryside." Achilles added.

"But there is so much life here. So many opportunities." Ratonhnhaké:ton suggested.

The old man frowned, "For a few, my boy. For a few..."

Octavia knew what Achilles was referring to. Her mother had told her of the oppression colonists left on those they deemed lower than themselves, whether it was their financial standing, or their skin colour. Mankind would always find a way to be cruel to their own.

"There's a store close to here. You're to buy the items on this list," he told them, handing the boy the piece of paper and gave Octavia the pouch of coins, "Tell them where the carriage is—and they'll see that it's loaded. Understood?" Achilles told them.

"Yes." "Sì." they confirmed.

"Good." he turned to Ratonhnhaké:ton, "You're also going to need a new name. Your skin is fair enough that you might pass for one with Spanish or Italian blood. Better to be a Spaniard than a Native, and both are still better than I." Achilles grimaced.

"That is not true." Ratonhnhaké:ton said.

"What's true and what is aren't always the same." Achilles elaborated.

Octavia placed a hand on Achilles' shoulder and he looked at her, "It will not always be this way, Mentore." she tried to reassure him, not knowing if there was truth to her words. Still, it was an encouragement nonetheless. He smiled in return.

"What would you call me, then?" the Native boy asked him, looking at Octavia for a moment as the old man took a moment to think, eyes studying him.

"Connor." Achilles spoke, "Yes, that will be your name." he decided, a sad smile appearing on his lips.

"I want a name too!" Octavia chimed.

"You already have one, child."

"But Ratonhnhaké:ton gets a new one, why can't I have a new one too?" she pouted.

"You aren't in the same position as 'Connor' here." he explained, receiving a pout from the young girl, "Fine." he sighed, "What's that other name of yours?"

"Violette?" she asked.

"I would pronounce it Violet, but yes. Connor and Violet." he finalized, giving a brief smile of approval.

"Alright then, off you go. I need a break from you two bickering in my ears." Achilles told them, pushing 'Connor' forward with his cane.

They proceeded to walk to the shop, Octavia looking back to see Achilles wobbling off with his cane. "So, this is your first time in the city, Connor?" she asked her partner, a smile forming on her lips. She liked his new name.

"Yes. Is it yours...Violette?" he asked in return, receiving a small giggle from hearing her new name.

"Oh, no! I came here with my mamma a couple times..." she said, looking to the ground, then around the city. Anything to stop her mind from replaying the horrid memories. They entered the shop, looking around.

"You two lost?" the man behind the counter asked.

Connor and approached him, taking the list Achilles handed to him out, "I need the items on this list." he explained, handing it to the man.

"Will you be paying with coin or trade?" he asked and Violette pulled the coin purse out, handing it to him.

"Some of these things I have, some I don't. Lumber's hard to come by since my supplier up and vanished. I have the tools and pitch, though. Nails too." he explained as the counted the coin, "Where do you want this delivered?" he asked.

"Our wagon is near the state house." Connor answered as Violette took back the remaining coin.

"Grazie. (Thank you)" she told the storekeeper, turning to follow Connor out of the shop.

"We should return to Achilles." Connor suggested. Violette agreed, leading the way to find the old man in the vast city.

"Something is going on." Violette said suddenly, stopping to listen to where the sound may be coming from.

"What is it?" Connor asked.

"I'm unsure." she told him, allowing Connor to lead the way this time. A man was being restrained against a wall by two men in red.

"Those are Redcoats." Violette explained, "They are under the order of the Crown."

"The Crown?" Connor asked curiously.

"They are British, from over the seas. From England." she elaborated as she walked behind her partner through the multiple groups of people running around.

"I see Achilles." she said, showing the direction loosely with her hand. Connor spotted him and they stepped next to the old man.

"What happened?" Connor asked.

"That's what we're going to find out," he explained, "Follow me." he ordered and they did as told, ensuring they didn't lose sight of their Mentor.

"I say again: disperse! Congregating in this manner is forbidden!" a Redcoat shouted out to the crowd of people.

"We're not going anywhere, bug!" a man amongst the crowd yelled out in rebellion.

"Oi! Why don't you go back to England?!" another exclaimed.

"No good can come of this chaos! Return to your homes and all will be forgiven!" the man in red negotiated.

"Never!" "Not until you've answered for your crimes!" two other men replied, starting many in the crowd to shout out in anger.

Achilles got Connor's attention, gaining Violette's attention as well, "There!" he said, pointing with his cane.

Connor and Violette saw the man. He stood upright, perfect posture with his hands behind his back. A tricorn hat placed on his head while a cape adorned his shoulders. He was talking to another man.

"Is that my father...?" Connor asked. If it was, it would be the first time he'd seen the man who helped make his existence possible.

"Yes, which means trouble is sure to follow." Achilles answered, "I need you to tail his accomplice."

"Master Kenway is always planning something." Violette added, remembering the meetings her father, the Grand Master and the rest of the Templars had occasionally at her home. She froze in place upon his eyes locking on to hers, a delighted smirk forming across his lips. "Merda..." she swore.

"What is it?" Connor asked.

"He saw me." she said, turning away and running to evade the Grand Master's sight.

"Leave her, she will find you when she can." Achilles told Connor before he had the chance to go after her, "Go on. This place is a powder keg—we can't allow him to light the fuse."

"But—"

"But nothing!" Achilles scolded the teenager, "Do as I say and go!" he ordered.

Connor tailed the man who spoke to his father, ensuring he stayed from the man's eyes. He wondered what Violette was doing, if she ran away from the entire situation, or if she was doing whatever task she could. She wasn't the type to run away, though, so he figured it would have been the latter. Whatever her plans were, he hoped she would be okay.

He followed the man up to a rooftop, then realizing that the plan all along was to 'light the fuse' as he pointed his musket out into the crowd. Quickly, he ran toward the man, pulling his tomahawk out and jammed it into the man's back. Holding him over the edge of the roof, he looked into the man's eyes, "Your plot has ended," he told him with confidence.

"Not quite..." the man said, craning his head to look over to the roof parallel to them.

Standing there was none other than Charles Lee, holding a pistol in his hand. He looked Connor dead in the eyes, pulling the trigger. A soldier ordered the others to open fire upon the unarmed crowd in response. Some fought back against the attack, many others ran, but one too many innocent lives were stolen from them in that moment.

Connor looked around, spotting his father not too far away from the soldiers firing at the civilians, walking toward a redcoat. He pointed a finger to Connor. What was he doing? Connor spotted Violette not too far away, running straight for his father whose back was turned to her. She lunged forward, grabbing his tricorn hat and continued running without missing a beat. The Grand Master began walking in the same direction she'd run off in.

Why would she do such a thing?

Worrying what Violette had planned and whether or not she could evade his father was not his only problem. Guards were making their way to capture him, or probably kill him. His legs carried him across the roof, jumping over to another and through tree branches, finally jumping down into a haystack. He stayed there, silent and still, steadying his breaths as he heard them nearby. He would have to stay there until they stopped looking for him.

I need to find Achilles...


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