((Sorry if this story a little short I'm still waking up. Anywhoz...So he's where Evelence is going through changes by her personality and Connor has been the same still...impatient. On the 5 chapter I hope to get some love dovey in there. I love Evelence in this these few chapters because she so nice and cheerful and wants to cheer everyone up. She is too sweet! ^^. Thanks for viewing my story! PRESS THE PRETTY REVIEW BUTTON MIGHT SAVE YER' LIFE! Enjoy!^^))

Chapter 4

Six Months Later…

Evelence and Ratonhnhaké ton were getting dressed for their training exercise they have been training for the past couple of months. The winter had come and the ground was covered with blankets of snow. Evelence had loved the winter, it was her favorite season. It went from so humid, to so cold.

They were done getting dressed and started to head outside. Instead, Achilles was waiting for them on a carriage.

"Morning Achilles!" Evelence ran through the snow while waving at him excitedly.

"Be careful, you don't want to slip and-"it was too late. She had tripped on ice and fell in the snow. Her hands were on the ground to catch herself.

"Clumsy child." He muttered. She giggled and pushed herself off from the ground. Brushing the snow off of her, Ratonhnhaké ton came down the stairs, careful not to slip like Evelence had.

"Morning." Achilles said with a half-smile across his face.

"To you as well," He answered politely.

"Get in both of you." He tapped the glass window with his cane.

Evelence jumped in her seat.

"Child, I would appreciate if you stop shaking the carriage." His voice was raspy and cleared his throat.

"Sorry…" she stopped and stood still in her seat. Ratonhnhaké ton went in with her as well, giving Evelence a look.

"Where are we going?" Ratonhnhaké ton asked.

"Boston. If we are going to repair the house, we best buy some supplies." He whipped the horses to go,

The carriage was now moving. Ratonhnhaké ton started thinking about his father and how he lived there with those Templars of his.

"I'm afraid it's not all pleasant to see." He spoke.

"Why not?" Evelence asked.

"Well mostly because of the red coats you see. Every corner they're there with their god damn muskets, formed in a line." He complained. "You ever get caught doing something, expect to never get out of there." He let out a small chuckle.

"In most cases, for assassins, you have to deal with them every day. Sometimes you have to assassinate them."

"Why not give us a mission now? We seemed to be prepared with all your training." Ratonhnhaké ton asked, being impatient again. There was a slight pause between the three of them.

"Because you are not ready."

"I think we are." He replied back. Evelence sunk back in her seat, not even bringing herself in this argument.

Instead of him scolding him, he laughed.

"Oh no you aren't. You haven't even learned what I have taught you within those months of training." He continued to chuckle.

Ratonhnhaké ton didn't answer, instead he lay back in his chair, not speaking until they were there.

When they have arrived they saw people roaming the streets, carrying supplies and talking in corners where the redcoats would stand. Dogs were barking and there were red coats everywhere you go. They got out of the cart and waited for further instructions from Achilles.

"Well now that we are here, you may notice you are different and dressed different compared to the people here." They looked around and saw women wearing dressing and men wearing formal suits. Some had looked like they had been living in the streets.

"Native Americans are not welcome here so I'm thinking you could pass for a Hispanic." He pondered, still observing Ratonhnhaké ton. "As for you Evelence you could possibly pass for a white if you stay indoors a little more." He nodded to himself.

"What about his name?" she asked. "His name is not common around here."

"I have been thinking about that and have come up with a name for both of you."

Achilles pointed at Ratonhnhaké ton, "Your new name will be Connor."

Then his eyes focused on Evelence, "Yours can be shortened to Evelyn."

She smiled. Connor looked at Achilles and thought to himself.

"I know it will feel weird to say your new name, but in time you will get used to it," He told Connor as if he had read his mind. "Follow me." He said.

They did as he asked and followed him down the streets seeing tall buildings and people walking everywhere.

"There is so much to do, so much to see. People can be free here," Connor looked around his eyes wondering about the buildings and people.

"That is where you are wrong boy," he frowned and cleared his throat. Connor was confused, everyone around looked like they were happy and free. Evelence pointed to a man who was being harassed by the redcoats. "My men will knock down this door if you don't come down at once!" he shouted.

"That is one example, we my move along." Achilles walked faster grabbing their arms.

"We have to help the man. We can't just leave him with those red coats barging in his home." Connor escaped out of his grasp.

"No, we will not cause attention to where MORE British soldiers come and possibly kill you both." He sighed and continued walking with Evelence.

"I will meet you there." He said.

"You don't even know where we are going," Achilles grew tired of him.

"I will find you, don't worry." Then Connor went to go help the man.

"Evelence I hope you won't be like your friend…" he shook his head.

"It's alright, he just wanted to help. He would do the same thing if it were you or his people in the village." She caught up with Achilles.

"Connor believes everyone should have a taste of freedom if they don't have any already."

Achilles just stared at her giving her a slight sigh. He shook his head lightly.

"I was like him when I was his age." He spoke. "Except I didn't help anyone and thought of myself as I was supposed to. Every time I would pass by someone who needed my help, I'd simply ignore them and continue my missions."

Evelence placed and hand on his shoulder. "You've helped us." She gave him a warm smile. "We are both very thankful for you training us even though we still haven't learned from it." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "I promise we'll try harder."

He glanced up at her, astonished by her words.

"You have just cheered an old man's heart with those kind words of yours." He returns the smile and pats her back continuing to walk with her.