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Chapter 16
Evelence returns and storms in without saying a word, in fact she had explained only to Prudence to what had happened, for the anger boiled within her. She explained the long line because of the Holiday, yet neither Evelence nor Connor celebrated such an exciting opportunity. It would be a distraction, as if Connor were to say. Connor explains to Achilles what happened which causes Achilles to settle his anger down.
"I am curious to know why the decision you made was a wide choice?!"
"She needs to learn to not rely on others for support when being injured. If you are not there to help what do you suppose she would do? You have to think boy on how to learn to manage and control your emotions."
"This does not answer my question old man!"
"You think me so blind and deaf! But have you forgotten I had more skills to acquire myself as an assassin when I was younger than you." Achilles barked. "I know the question you asked and the answer you are about to receive." He gathered enough air to spat out.
"What do you suppose I would do? She was injured, she was confident on doing a task I required her to do, yet you come charging in like you were all those years ago, clueless. She is training herself still, you may have the skills yet she doesn't. I am trying to be patient with her but you always seem to be impatient with her! I told her to go with Prudence to help her with supplies, while she was at it, she would slow gain the techniques in which she lacks in at first. You forget, when you are injured you train more. That's exactly what she is doing, but with you questioning me with such nonsense I cannot properly train her!" he barked and hissed toward Connor. Soon after his explanation, he began coughing violently which caused everyone to surround him, patting his back. Achilles waves a hand back to assure everyone he is alright. The violent coughing ends and Achilles manages to calm down and glance at Connor once more.
"What you lack in is patience and emotions toward those you wish to protect." He pointed towards Evelence who was watching from the staircase. "How will she ever learn if she cannot perform such tasks by herself?" Achilles raises the question then slowly walks out of the argument to rest in his bedroom. The door shuts and everyone remains silence as each one of them look up towards Connor or Evelence. Connor shakes his head in frustration and glances to Evelence who was already entering her room. While the door closes Evelence could hear a heavy sigh from Connor.
"Achilles too worries about your safety, yet he wants you to learn."
"Yes, I know what has been said." Evelence manages to slip the disguise she wore off, struggling while preforming the task. Prudence just sighs like Connor did, helping her slip the dress off.
"You haven't unlaced the laces on the back of your dress." Prudence points out while chuckling to herself. Evelence turns around to see what Prudence said was true. Evelence then huffs out a sigh of anger.
"I'm sorry." Evelence manages to say while unlacing the back of her dress.
"No need to worry too much, it seems you have had a stressful day." Prudence helps her unlace and slips the dress off to set on the bed.
"It seems as if I try to enjoy such a simple thing, I am being scolded for it." Evelence reaches for her dresser and opens, seeing a new coloring of her outfit. Evelence's eyes widened and turned to Prudence with a smile across her face.
"Did you make this? Or did you order it from the shops in Boston?" Evelence traces the fabric with her fingertips, admiring the design.
"I am quite sure no one in this house could make such fine clothing." Prudence teases her and stands by her, admiring the design as well.
"May I try it?" Evelence lifts the uniform and turns her head toward Prudence who had a warm smile laid across her face.
"Of course, it is yours. Achilles ordered it after your old one failed to even stand." Prudence chuckles. Evelence then turns back toward the uniform. The base of the uniform was brown and the inside and outlines were Scarlett red. The jacket was the same design as Connor's yet were cut to her shoulders, a new design to move her arms more freely. She placed the torso on the bed moving toward the lower areas. She had brown leathered pants with pockets the color of blood red, just as the outline of her jacket. Her hands reached toward her ankles, tightly and securable. There were boots that laced up below her knee claves. Once more, they were the same color as her torso and pants. She then looked over to see her hidden blades polished and cleaned as if they were new along with new accessories. There were several belts that were to be equipped to be with her pants and a creed symbol that was supposed to be placed around her waist.
"I'll be right back!" Evelence exits her room to find the nearest bathroom.
She enters the restroom, locking the door. She quickly undresses the remaining clothes she had on and replaced it with her new uniform. She slipped her arms, extending them out, to fit through the short sleeves on her arms while placing her jacket over her. Next were the pants that acquired many pockets around the thighs. She than quickly laced the boots securely and secured the accessories on her wrist and waist. She twirls around and spots a blood red scarf that matched the outline of her outfit. She wrapped it around neck while tying in loosely so it wouldn't cut her blood circulation.
She unlocks the restroom door and exits blowing out the candles that lit the room.
Quickly, she entered her room to meet Prudence who was waiting patiently for her to finish.
"It fits and I appreciate the thought you and Achilles paid to order this." Evelence walks over to Prudence embracing her. Prudence returns the embrace, wrapping her arms securely around her waist. The pain was gone and she had nothing to feel painful about her wound.
"It certainly suits you and your taste." Prudence adds while escaping her grasp to glance a look.
Evelence chuckles and looks outside their window, looking up at the full moon, thinking of her mother.
"I will return Prudence," Evelence sighs once more and blinks a couple of times before exiting.
"What about Achilles and Connor? What if one of them returns and asks where you are?"
"Tell them I am hunting." Indeed she was, but it wasn't animals she was hunting. It was someone who should be tamed like a wild animal. The man who had her mother she knew well enough. In fact she associated with him several times until she left and betrayed their group. Charles Lee. Though most times he did not spend time with her mother, he in fact let Hickey dealt with her. A disgusting creature like Lee would allow such abuse.
"Are you sure? Shouldn't you have Connor with you?" Evelence managed to settle down until the question had been brought up. She merely turned her head to the side without glancing toward Prudence.
"How will I ever learn if I don't push myself far enough?" Evelence smirks and escapes, exiting the house, closing the door quietly and rides on her Black Mane that was waiting outside.
"I met your old Master, Haytham." She pets the horse gently, strokes its stands of Jet Black hair.
The horse simply nudges its head to hers almost whining.
"I have to find my mother, she has been gone to long and the Templars have her. She's the only person I have in my family." Evelence sighs and shakes her head from the terrible thoughts she would soon coil up. She sprints on her horse and grabs ahold of the lasso, lightly tugging to turn and makes its way to exit Homestead and to enter the Frontier.
Minutes later the entered the Frontier and managed to find the camp she was looking for.
The map in which she held in her hands, showed her true to where the camp was settled. The perimeter was heavily secured to what it seemed like and troops were waiting for caravans of slaves being brought in, waiting to be sold. She dismounted her horse, instructing for the Black Mane to wait. The horse whined nudging her shoulder as a sign to be careful.
Evelence adjust her blades, readying them to deal with the redcoats that guarded the perimeter. She crouched down, blending in with the tall grass that helped her stealth her way to observe the pattern in which she could enter. There were several different passage ways, yet she did not know how many there were in the area inside. Evelence then takes several steps back, assuring herself not to be seen.
Once it was clear she observed her surroundings to see if there was any way to climb the trees, or a lead to where she could start.
Evelence looks to her right and spots a tree broken down that leads directly into the area of the camp. Evelence then sprints toward the broken tree, gaining her momentum. She then jumps causing a crackle to the tree, running up to sprint through the branches. She crouches, still gaining her balance to observe the inside of the area. There were a few yet not much less than the redcoats outside. She sighed heavily, frustrated by her further options. She places her hood over her head and begins sprinting around the perimeter through the branches, trying to reach to a point where it was less heavy guarded.
Indeed, she was correct. Her instincts had told her correctly. Towards the back of the camp there wasn't as much redcoats keeping watch. A quick kill with her darts would do sufficiently do the damage.
Just as she had imagined, she rummages through her bag gripping ahold of two daggers, quickly throwing them unto both of their necks. They both were sent down on the ground, moaning in pain. Evelence jumped toward the stone wall then back to meet the ground. Silently as she could, Evelence dragged the bodies into a ditch she made, covering the bodies with leaves. Once she finished she managed to see a crack that entered into the slave camp Lee built to make money.
Evelence darted her eyes around, looking to make sure she wasn't being suspected. Until she was sure of herself she squeezes herself into the tight space. She shifts for several moments only to stop when she hears voices of chatting. They were weak and low voices that could be heard from where she was. She could also hear whimpering with some slaves. Evelence makes haste while squeezing her way through the cracks until she finally sees a light, a dark dim light she could manage to find. At her destination she finds several women and men in the same dark room. They were each a different race, some children who were black and some that were white. Only a few people were Native American. The thought made her heart accelerate while being uncomfortable in such little room. Yet the only thing that ran through her mind was her mother. Where did her mother go? She could not see her! Could she possibly look different? Most of all, would she remember her face? It had been so long since she had seen her mother's face. For all she knew she could have had darker skin from being in the sunlight. Or perhaps her whole body would be bruised up? No, she couldn't think of such horrible things. She shook her heard from the thought and listened carefully to the sounds of people chatting about other slaves.
"When are they sending food? My daughter is hungry." One complains to another.
"I am sure they will come, it usually takes a while before they throw in another slave which means dinner time." The other slave replies. Just as if it were on cue, she saw a man in armor that came with a pile of slaves.
"Alright time to get moving, we moving all of you to make room." The man in armor instructed while the slaves were told, making space for the rest of the slaves. One after another they were being thrown, most Native Americans and Blacks. In the middle of the horde she managed to see a familiar face she knew. Her golden eyes that matched hers and her freckles that she manage to make out in the sunlight. The woman had ragged clothes and hair chopped off to her chin length and a feather the same as hers along with a necklace she had seen before.
"Mother." She whispered to herself. Her mother had pieces of gray hair in her chopped hair that was the length to her chin, the back of her dark and silver hair as the shape of a flame, dancing in the fire.
Her copper skin grew pale yet not as pale was Haytham, a darker version. She knew she had been in here for quite a long time, considering the scars and bruises. She was known as a talk back person, always questioning the other suspiciously. Yet every time she questioned, she was the one who was always right.
"Alright children, time to go to bed. No talking, whispering, and no trying to escape through the crack one of your slaves made. It's full of traps and more as we speak." The man explained which caused Evelence to roll her eyes with a furious look upon her face.
"Lights out kitties!" The dim light faded out, yet she still managed to see her mother who was sitting in a corner, lying with herself, letting no one reach her. As soon as she heard the footsteps fade out she held her breath, releasing herself from the crack. Everyone gasped and pointed at her with a shocked expression. Evelence placed a hand on her lips, ordering them to remain quiet. When she looked back to where her mother had been she disappeared. As soon as she noticed she felt a sudden heat wave from behind. The other slaves stopped their gasping and stopped in silence.
Evelence quickly grabbed the person's arm from behind, emptying the weapon. Yet this person's grip wasn't giving up to easily. Evelence managed to slip from under their legs and escaped their grasp. It was her mother. She was known for being a strong and independent woman.
"I do not wish to harm you." Evelence and her mother who did not seem to recognize her were circling around the cell the slaves were in. Each slaves moved back, forming a circle.
"Who are you and how did you manage to pass through the crack filled with traps?" She hissed while her golden eyes glowed in the dim light that faded slowly.
"I am a friend. I wish to free you and your people."
"Remove your hood and I shall see if you speak true to your words." She growled.
Evelence hesitated not knowing what her mother would think of her.
"As you wish." Evelence gulped and removed her hood, letting her hair cascade down, wavy with chocolate brown her. A feather remained in her hair, the same as her mother's, and her eyes were glowing golden like her mother's, a gift she had inherited from her mother. Her mother squints in the dark, observing her daughter. Her eyes adjusts which causes her mother to drop the weapon she held in her hands. Her mouth hangs open while trying to manage words to escape.
"Evelence, how did you?" Her mother pauses, biting unto her lip.
"Hello mother." Evelence had tears swelling up in her eyes, though she quickly wiped them, sniffling.
Her mother stood there for several moments, darting her eyes around her daughter, observing every inch of her body.
"Evelence." She repeated her name and slowly began to approach her, then quickly grasping her hand to real her into an embrace, gently stroking her hair while tightening the embrace. Evelence wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, tightening her grip to enjoy the embrace she had longed for in such a long time. Once she had embraced her images appeared in her head from when she was with her mother, counting stars. All of her memories with her began to form in her head, remembering every moment they shared with one another.
"I have missed you so much." Her mother tightened her grip. Evelence began sobbing, yet quietly so the guards wouldn't hear her. Her mother soothed her as they were sent to the ground. Her mother continued to stroke her head, continuing to sooth her in their native language.
"You could've been killed, but I am curious to know how you found me." Her mother broke the embrace, glancing up to look at her daughter's features.
"Ratonhnhaké ton, the boy who lost his mother, we are ally's. We both came to seek out the symbol we had not known before." Evelence opens her jack to reveal the assassin symbol.
"They have taught you the techniques I am sure." Her mother wipes the tears from her eyes. Evelence nods and chuckles in response only then to return in the embrace she received from her mother.
"I am sorry my child, I should have returned, yet I didn't."
"I have run out of forgiveness, mother." Evelence pushed herself away, gently.
"I do not expect you to forgive me easily, yet I still love you very much." Her mother began to form tears as well.
"You have grown so much and yet I have missed the opportunity to watch you grow into a fine woman, an assassin. And here you are now, all grown up to be a beautiful adult." Her mother placed a hand on her cheek, caressing her check motherly.
"The Clan Mother took care of me along with an ally of mine and my teacher." Evelence wiped her tears and placed her hand over her mother's.
"Ratonhnhaké ton I assume?"
"Yes, and a man named Achilles who was once an assassin as well." Evelence explains as her mother smiles proudly, glancing at her daughter.
"I can tell he has trained you well." They were both silent for a moment as Evelence released her hand, glancing around towards the people who kept whispering toward another, observing their conversation.
"They were caught from a man named Charles Lee, a man who works for Ratonhnhaké ton's father."
"Haytham." Her mother hissed at his name in disgust.
"I have met with him before, yesterday. He had informed me about you, asked questions. Yet I told him I did not know who you were and I have never known my daughter to be an assassin. I was told you were searching for me and had killed several of his men."
"Yes, I assume they scared you and cut your hair off in order for you to give them information?" Evelence runs her fingers through her mother's hair that was shaped as a dancing flame in the back. Her mother nods silently and slips her daughter's hands.
"We must free your people." Evelence breaks the silence.
"There is too many of us for you to handle. Such plans will not work."
"I can try. I have already taken care of the redcoats in the back of the perimeter of this slave camp."
"Still-"
"Oy!" They both heard the captain raise his voice in an unsettling manner.
"You must go, quickly, hide!" Her mother whispered, pressing her soft and delicate lips on her cheeks, gently pushing her to blend in with the slaves. The rest of the slaves lay their head down, pretending to sleep. Evelence hides behind one of the slaves, eyeing her mother.
"You native!" The man pointed towards her mother. She stood up, not hesitating to approach the man.
"Haven't I told you to remain quiet? Haven't I?" He spat on her garb.
"Yes." She answered with a dark tone.
"You disobeyed my orders slave. Disobeying means discipline." The man grabs his blade and with one swift move and jabs the blade in the same spot she was injured, placing it deeper till she could see the end of the blade on her back. Her mother staggered to the ground, groaning.
"Ista!" Evelence shouted and raised herself from the ground slamming into the cell to place her hidden blades through his armor. The man was soon choking on his own blood once she continued to cut through the man. The man stopped moving and staggered to the ground. Evelence turned to her mother who was gasping her air on the ground.
"Ista! Ista!" Evelence's tears formed quickly, removing the blade from her torso, and sending her mother on her lap to rest in.
"Do not worry." She began cough violently and yet Evelence still remained helping her mother.
"You have succeeded more in your life than me, and yet here you are, searching for me." She let a chuckle which led to more coughs.
"Mother you must rest, I will carry you to Homestead, and you will be treated!" Evelence spoke in their language. She began to feel her mother's blood stain through her clothes.
"I am proud to see you grown, though I regret not seeing you grow into a fine woman as you are in front of me." She paused gasping for breath. Evelence's holds her mother close to her chest sobbing, listening to her mother's words.
"Do not be sad Evelence, this is what I wanted towards the end of my lifetime, to rest here in your arms." She reached to place her hand toward her daughter's cheek, cupping it.
"Do not think yourself alone, I will always be here." Her mother lets her free hand to reach her heart.
"Ista." Evelence sobs heavily while stroking her mother's short hair then while her free hand, placing a hand over her mother's.
"Evelence, may you be smiled upon down by me and your ancestors. I will always love you." Her mother lets out one last breath before resting into darkness.
There was nothing but silence as she felt her mother's hand fall loose, slowly falling on her lap. Evelence slowly stroked her mother's hair, while whispering words in her native language in her ear.
She sobbed and sobbed, not allowing the slaves to comfort her. Her tears cascading down on her mother's cheeks, like droplets of rain pouring. Evelence wrapped her arms around her mother's, holding her close to her chest, bawling and screaming out in agony. In such a long time, for the amount of years since her mother yet, she had never bawled this way since her mother left. Her screams of bawling echoed through the walls of the stone building. Each slave glanced toward her mother and her as she desperately told her mother to wake as she was bathed in her mother's blood. Another wave of screams of bawling came of her, clutching her mother tightly in her arms. Her skin was now pale and ice cold, sending a chill through her veins and back. She cried desperately for her mother to wake, yet she didn't move a muscle. Her tears still kept pouring down she cradled her mother until she heard footsteps approaching her. A pair of Redcoats came toward their cell and made haste to open.
"Leave us alone!" The soon notified her by her clothing and stared back in shock.
"Are you deaf?! Go and tell Lee I'm here waiting for him to capture me, deal with me! Go on!" Evelence continues to scream as she clutches to her mother. The Redcoats, stagger backwards, observing the pool of blood. The quickly exit the scene and immediately rushed out, exiting with haste.
Evelence places her head in her mother's chest. Evelence cried out more until she could no longer bear tears. Only sounds of sniffling could be echoed through the halls. She lifts her head, her eyes burning with fire, fuming with fire. She slips out her blade and hesitates to place the blade on her hair. Closing her eyes, she swiftly chops her hair as if they did to her mother, leaving the back of her hair tipped like a dancing fire. Evelence lifts her mother, allowing the blood to drip.
"You are all free. You all are free from this Hell. I shall release every one of you from your cell. You will fight at your own cost, return to those who you love the most. Return to the home you have remaining." As if it were cued, she ordered them to unlock each cell the slaves were held in.
She were to free them all, a taste of freedom each one of them should have.
A day later..
"How certain are you?" Connor raised his voice, glancing down towards Achilles.
"Prudence was the one who told me, she rather escaped do attend to something she intends to do." Achilles explains entering the kitchen.
"I do not need to explain myself after what I had told you yesterday night, she needs to learn the path she chooses to take, a path you should not interfere in." Connor sighs in frustration, knowing what he was told was true. He indeed needed to train to calm his emotions of anger. Connor then darts his eyes toward Prudence who was staring at him back with innocence on her face expression.
"If you are certain, than I shall proceed in my task to find Benjamin-"
The front door suddenly creak open with everyone's heart increasing rapidly, all of their footsteps clicking on the ground to rush toward the entrance. Their eyes widened when they see her appearance, her new change of clothes that were covered and stained in blood. Her hair chopped short leaving the back of her hair tipped as a dancing flame like her front bangs her long to her chin as well. Her hair was covered in ashes along with her spikes in the front.
"Heavens child what has happened to you?" Prudence places her arms around hers yet is suddenly pushed back forcibly by Evelence.
"Evelence, what has happened?" Connor grasps her by the arms tightening his grip, yet this didn't seem to be sufficient enough to hurt her. Here head was looking toward the ground, her new bangs covering her eyes. Connor lifts her chin to reveal the dark circles over and under her eyes. She opens, revealing her golden eyes her inherited from her mother.
"Perhaps we should discuss this more down in the basement-"
"Where is Lee?" Were the only words that escaped from her mouth with a darkened expression they had heard for the first time. Shocked by her expression, they managed to escort her to the basement leaving Achilles and Connor with her.
"Eveyln." Achilles says from a distance, afraid to comfort her with his touch. Afraid the flame around her would incinerate into flames.
"I found my mother." She allowed tears to swell. "I left last night to find my mother." She explains, adding a hint of sobs and sniffling. Achilles's eyes widened then remained normal, understanding what she had meant.
"Dead I assume." Achilles gulped, afraid to speak, worried to give the wrong expression.
"No, I found her alive. She told me to hide, yet what I did not know is that if you disobeyed, you would be sentenced to death." The tears started swelling, yet the sniffing and sobs faded as she faced her head towards the ground.
"I gain such happiness once I find something whom or what I love the most, and yet it is taken away from me." She blurted out.
"Just a taste of happiness, and yet it is taken from me-"She is caught off by the embrace of her ally. He did not say a word rather than embrace her in his arms, calming her emotions while running his fingers through her now short flamed shaped hair. He continued to observe her new form and hair that had been recently chopped off. She grips ahold of his suit and begins to sob while he tightens his grip around her. Achilles pats her back, rubbing in circles. Her sobs could be heard from upstairs as Connor tried to sooth her with the same words her mother used, for her knew what it was like to lose his mother. True statement she had told the both of them as she expressed her feelings to them, about the taste of freedom and the happiness that has been taken from both Connor and Evelence.
"I share my sympathy with you." Connor grips the embrace tightly, leaving Evelence to sob quietly. A moment of silence fills the room except for the sniffling and sobs. He knew what it was like to lose his mother, yet then remembered her father had died when she was young and now her mother as well. The room remained the same, leaving Achilles and Connor to comfort her over the loss of her mother.