The story of Mallory
She grew up with no family support; her parents had jobs that prevented them to spend time with her. She ran away and is now trying to survive. But, who is this mysterious woman and man that appear at the most thankful time? She had to find out… OC-centric
"Derora!" "Kanatiio!"
The pair glared at each other and made a 'tch' sound when they heard the other's choice of words. Aveline crossed her arms and faced the other side, forgetting about Mallory for a moment. Connor, instead, looked at the rooftops. They were the fastest method of travel after all, even though Mallory did take off on foot. Aveline slightly glanced at the path that Mallory had taken, trying to remember the where the road led to. Then, her eyes widened.
The Davenport Manor!
Connor looked at her when her face had brightened. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Then, with a strangely tight grip on his arm, Aveline tried pulling his towards another direction. Key word: tried. Connor stood rooted to the ground, looking at the woman almost as if she was a stranger. Aveline did not catch the look that he was giving her and continued pulling him. Inch by inch, he was being pulled by the strong girl away from his previous standing spot.
"Where are you leading me?" He asked, his voice gruff while trying to sound annoyed. Admittedly, he was impressed with her strength and did miss her a little bit.
"The Davenport Homestead, she's bound to be running there." Aveline stopped her attempt at dragging him and stared at him, waiting for his answer. It was up to him if he wanted to follow, but she wanted him to go with her. Finally, Connor shrugged and uncrossed his arms, walking in the direction that Aveline was pulling him in. With a faint smile, Aveline began jogging beside Connor.
Her feet were tired, her stomach was growling and she had absolutely no idea where she was running to. All she knew was that she had to get away from Aveline and Connor without knocking down too many people from her escape. When she got to the edges that led her into the forest, she stopped and looked around. She groaned when she saw that there were no trees that were fit for climbing, which met that her feet would hurt even more. However, she could not let Aveline and Connor catch her.
So, she continued on running away from Boston and into the forest. The ground crunched underneath her, of course she would forget about the snow. It had been four days since she'd seen any sort of land and the water at sea was too deep to be frozen.-plus, the little night outfit that Aveline had lent her was not holding up well against the wind. Again, Mallory's nimble hand rose to her shoulder and lifted up the hem of the night shirt. It kept falling off and it annoyed her to no end- especially since she was always running and climbing. Somehow, she would need to get to the manor again and get back her old clothes. And, possibly also her hair band.
Shivering, she slowly walked into the forest. Little rabbits and deer ran pass her in a blinding speed, at least for her. She was always a little on the slow side- naïve and innocent. Also, she normally only focused on one thing: getting enough food to survive. Though, she thought that she had gottenenough food that could have lasted her weeks when she was on the Aquila. The smell and taste of the warm mushroom soup was still vividly in her mind.
"No!" she scolded herself while hitting her head. "You must not think about food right now. Try to think about running." That seemed like it made things worse as her stomach growled as if it was demanding to be fed. She sighed and looked around. There were no animals running around anymore- probably hibernating as it was practically the head of winter now. Ignoring her demanding stomach, Mallory continued trudging to where she thought that the hill was stopping.
To her surprise, she saw that at the bottom, was a house made of what she thought was wood. Well, the roof was covered in snow so she could not really make out what it was made from- however, she could see the sides of them and it looked like wood to her. And when she stepped to the edge of the cliff, she almost puked. Mallory had never really noticed how high up she was. Especially since she was just always running either on tress or on the ground. Then, she saw a pile of hay at the bottom. Sighing, she mentally counted to ten before doing something that she did not usually do anymore; a leap of faith.
Luckily, she did not break any bones on her fall, seemed like the hay was actually safer than she had previously thought. Mallory got out of the hay stack, brushing off the extra stands of hay that got stuck in her clothes and hair. Slowly and cautiously, she walked towards the wooden house and knocked on the door softly. She stood back and waited for a response while gulping. There came no response after a while, so Mallory decided to just stand at the door while rocking back and forth on her heels.
"Oh my." Mallory turned around when she heard the soft exclamation. She looked at the woman confused, wondering she was the owner of the house. Like a scared little mouse, Mallory took a step forward and bowed her head in greeting and to hind the little flush that was on her cheeks. They stood there for moments before Mallory noticed the needle and thread on the floor. Slowly, she knelt down to pick them up and place them in a basket where she presumed was the women's.
"Oh, no need to do that dear." Mallory looked up again in confusion while still holding the woman's basket. The woman was now smiling at her while one of her hands was reached out- either to take the basket or to help Mallory up. Mallory liked to believe that the woman was not kind enough to help a stranger up, so she gave her the basket that she was holding. Almost hesitantly, the woman took the basket and reached her other hand out.
"I don't… have any money… ma'am," Mallory replied sheepishly when she saw the other hand reached out. Now, it was the woman's turn to look at her confused. As softly as possible, she gripped onto Mallory's forearm and lifted her up. Mallory looked at her frightened and confused, afraid of what she would do to her. To her surprise, the women led her into the small wooden house and set her down on a chair. Mallory sat down cautiously, looking as the woman walked in the make-shift kitchen and set down the things in the basket.
"Would you like to tell me what happened to you dear?" Mallory stared down at her lap, refusing to talk. The woman sighed before placing a hand on her shoulder to reassure her that everything would be fine.
"My name is Ellen," she said.
"My name is…" she hesitated before continuing, "Kanatiio."
"Kanatiio?"
Mallory nodded, shocked at how the woman pronounced her name completely right. Ellen smiled and sat across from her on a wooden chair, "Would you like to tell me what's going on?"
Mallory nodded again and opened her mouth to speak. Well, she was before a loud knocking was heard on the door. She widened her eyes- what if her parents had found her?
A/N: I feel as if I'm having really bad writer's block because I can't think of anything else but my soon to come trip to Cameron Highlands and KL. It's after my exams, I really don't have a reason not to update but I'm so pumped up for it! Sure it's going to be educational, but I'm staying in a four-star hotel, possibly getting free breakfast and I get to sleep on a comfortable bed again. Plus, the beds in KL are so nice. Better than my home at least. They're so soft!
Anyways back to the story. Yay! Ellen is here. She's not my favorite Homestead resident, Myriam is, but she's great nonetheless. Honestly, I find that she would be very gentle, sweet. A nice mother defiantly, and the homestead missions for her was quiet fun. I remember just running around her house trying to find the thugs and it was really relaxing for me, strange as it sounds. By the way, is Achilles' death the last of the Homestead missions? I have a feeling it is, and it might sound dumb, but I feel like I missed something in the game... Maybe it's me and enjoyment of it.
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed does not belong to me. Only Mallory/Derora/Kanatiio belongs to me.