Chapter 21

They reach the tunnels, cautious as they approached into the darkness that hovers over their heads. Connor reached for the lantern below his feet beside the entrance of the tunnels, lighting its flame as it dances in the glass container. She watched as the flame flickered, settling down before bursting. Connor glanced back to Evelence who stood behind, waiting for him to enter farther and deeper in the cave. He turns his head, returning back into their path, leaving a trail for Evelence to follow. He raises his arm, revealing its light into the darkness, illuminating in a soft orange-yellow glow. The light seeped through corners to where it was mostly dark, making the path much clear to walk through. The more they walked, turning in each corner, the rocks crumpled under their feet. Luckily, due to the amount of sound they have produced, they were sure to give Lafayette a head warning of two pairs of feet heading om his direction. Her feet were much lighter, making it nearly impossible to hear. As for Connor, he would try, though his weight would cause him to make several attempts of suicide.

Throughout the silence, she noticed an unsettling feeling coursing inside the pit of her stomach. It began to twist and turn, making it nearly impossible to think or walk. Her brows furrow, restraining the pain her stomach gave off, biting down on her bottom lip. This was rather a familiar feeling she had not felt in such a while. She had indeed felt this unsettling and painful feeling before, for it only brought her fear once the feeling occurred, guilt. The feeling registered, sending more waves of pain in the pits of her stomach, yet what of her actions has caused her to feel such a thing? She inhales and exhales, causing the pain to ease down. She had done nothing of the sort to make her cause this much pain, nor had she made any decisions to where she thought she might regret one day. Perhaps she thought of her mother's death? Anxiety perhaps? She asked questions to where she didn't know the answer to. She grew nothing but concern and frustration over her emotions, depending on whether or not she should rely on them before sending the signal to the ships that have docked a few yards from shore.

She glanced up toward the back of Connor's hood, trying to receive a hint of his thoughts. He hadn't spoken a word after their meet, which led to believe he was concentrating hard on his next whereabouts of the upcoming mission they were about to attend to. Her thoughts began to collide, hearing Achilles voice within her mind.

"You cannot simply ignore it. It will only bite you back the more you ignore your inner feelings."

The pain she had was probably the feeling over Connor, yet she had to ignore it at the moment. There wasn't room for their relationship during the war. It would only make their safety less guaranteed along with the time being they would actually spend with one another. Achilles was right, though when in their lifetime would the war be over along with her people safe? It seemed as if it would last another thousand years before confessing about her true feeling toward Connor. Life before had been partially safe. No patrols, no executions, no riots, and no blood. How come in their time, out of all the population within the entire land that stretch across the seas, they were the only two chosen to see such horrifying events and activities? Broken limbs were normal to catch sight on along with ones that they loved deceased by the day. It wasn't fair, why would someone place them in such a difficult task and time zone? No one else will, she thought. As painful as the truth sounded, she wished she had deceased from the time age to live in peace with her mother, yet these were her emotions speaking for her. She sighs heavily over her crucial thoughts she experienced, placing them out of her mind for the remaining of their long walk throughout the tunnels.

"Sometimes I worry that these patriots, for all their talk of wealth, liberty and equality, will fall back into the old days." They both tread lightly as they heard voices toward the end of the path. She could hear the French accent that hung in the back of his throat. Lafayette. She could also hear the man Connor spoke to earlier sigh in frustration as they discussed more.

"It will depend greatly on who is chosen to lead them. I think-"he pauses, for he glanced the same way Connor was. Lafayette looked concerned as he too spun his head to meet eyes with Connor and Evelence. His face relaxes, a relieved expression replaces his stern one.

"Ah! Connor, Evelence!" Lafayette approached them, expecting to embrace Connor. Rather rude, Connor declined the offer, making Evelence believe his mind was truly set on a certain location. Lafayette only gifts him a faint smile as he reaches toward Evelence's hand, raising it to his lips as a greeting. Evelence nods her head politely by the gesture, awaiting further instructions.

"The tunnel will take you into the military distract," he explains making gestures with his hands nervously.

"And the Admiral?" Connor spoke.

"He waits for you to light the signal," he informs, nodding his head in approval. Connor gifts him the same gesture, glancing to Evelence as she too nods her head. The man she barely knew unsheathed his hatchet, revealing it proudly as he gripped it tightly. She admired his pride, though it seemed his weapon could use fixing due to the damage. Connor gently places a hand on Evelence's back, urging her forward to pace by his side. He releases her as they both walk in silence once more. He seemed rather unusual after they had met once more after defeating the Man-Of-War. He seemed rather focused, which didn't mind her, though she sensed an unsettling feeling from his presence. She bits down on her bottom lip, nervous of what he had in mind for the both of them during their present task.

Moments later they arrived at the corner of the tower, both hiding in layers of straw. It smelt of horse waste, yet better safe than sorry no matter the cost. Evelence holds her breath, for the foul stench entered her mouth and remained in the back of her throat. She had the urge to cough, yet they both swore not to cause attention by harming one another. She remained in a ball as she watched Connor peer through the hay stack, watching and observing each Redcoat pass them on patrol.

"No use," he whispers quietly as he sighs in frustration. He places his thumbs above his forehead, rubbing them in circles as he continues to ponder of their plan.

"What troubles you?" Evelence squints her eyes, carefully peering through the layers of straw. Her eyes dart around from left to right, following each footstep the Redcoats made. There was one that circled about the entire perimeter along with two on top of the watchtower. She then glanced to her left, observing up the tower they were to light the signal to the admiral. At lower ground mother Redcoats seemed to be conversing with one another in each corner of the restricted perimeter. Thinking hard of the process she light taps his shoulder as his head moves slightly to her, allowing the straws to cascade slowly.

"There is but only two options I have for the both of us, depending on which you are rather comfortable, it will still be done anyways without harm." She informs him as Connor nods, approving for her to explain further.

"Depending on what you are rather comfortable with, I would suggest one of us approaching the tower as another distracts the guards during the process. You or I would signal the admiral and flee from the damage, finding Lee if he has fled."

"He will." Connor states. "Even he could not possibly live throughout the cause we have created." He informs, still making eye contact with both Evelence and the Redcoat that continued to circle about.

"Therefore we agree?"

"Yes, though I will light the signal as you distract the guards-"

"What troubles you this time?" Evelence huffs in annoyance. Surely he were to make an excuse for him to do the work for her, something that had aggravated her since they had met in training.

"I do not need one so innocent and another of my people die from the cause of this war."

"Connor, I admire your safety over mine, though this is unnecessary. I have been aided with your training, it would be an insult if you were to push me away." She growls. He shakes his head, his face stern and filled with confidence.

"I will not have you-"

"Too late," Evelence quickly escapes the haystack, tightening every muscle she had to where she couldn't be grasped by him, only to return in the haystack. She released the breath she had been holding as her eyes dart from left to right, from the tower and to the Redcoats who were oblivious to her appearance. She takes a few breaths as she paces herself toward the tower up above. She grips her hands firmly on the stone wall, pulling herself with strength as she grips each stone that stuck out one by another. Pants escape her lips as she tires out her arms reaching toward the top.

"Oi! You there!" a fierce some voice echoes from below. She spins her head slightly, glancing down toward the recoat who spotted her. Her eyes dart in several directions, concentrating on Connor's location as the man from below continues to call for her.

"Get down from there!" he raises his voice as an alarm. From behind, she spots an unknown figure that leaps out from a large stack of leaves and straws. It cups the man's mouth as he uses the other hand to strike the enemy. Connor. He continued to use the same techniques in stealth, crossing every guard she spot until they disappeared. She places a faint smile, thankful he would follow her directions even after her last minute plan. She continues to climb, digging her nails into the cement and stone wall, jumping and leaping from left to right in order to gain balance. She soon reaches to the top, greeted by weapons that barely met her torso. She ducks and sways in the opposite direction as they strike toward her. She grips the tomahawk and grips the first Redcoat, reeling him closer as she disarms him, leaving him nothing but his bare hands. She circled around the pit that was ready to be fired, barging at the two Redcoats who blocked her attacks.

A sudden sting came across her cheek as she winces in pain from the blade that had struck barely above her eye. A growl slipped from her lips, glaring toward the man who caused the damage. He throws back the same fierce some look, never distracting himself in another direction. Another blade reaches her back, causing her to bite down on her lip, spinning for her tomahawk to fit between his head. She could hear a crack within his skull, causing the other Redcoat to attack in anger. He charged with his fists, yet they simply meant nothing. She grips hold of his fist, tightening it but digging her nails into his skin. She uses enough force and strength in her leg to toss him over the side, leaving a trail of screams behind. She winces from the sight as the pain from her eye and back return. She grabs hold the torch that was beside the post, lighting the entire area. She grabs hold quickly, despite the stinging, and quickly places the lit torch over the haystack in the middle of the tower. The flame lit as the fire began to grow, dancing as sparks flew around her.

She spots the ships that were docked as she waits patiently for the sound of released cannons. During the moments of waiting, she peers over the edge of the tower, trying to spot Connor once more. Searching, she detects no one in sight, except for the Redcoats lying in their place as blood covered and stained the grass. Her heart races as the time she has is short. In the short amount of time, she continued to spot nothing but men lying on the ground, pooled in their own blood, and still no sign of Connor. She swallows hard as anxiety arose in her, only to be distracted as she heard the sounds of explosions come from the docks of New York. Her heart skips a beat as she braces from the incoming speed of the cannon ball that head straight in her direction. It hit the tower several times causing it to rumble and shake fiercely. She maintains her balance as the tower was struck by the fire of cannon balls. Cracks and rustling could be heard as the fire in the haystack started to shift as well as the tower.

Her eyes widen as she quickly darts herself to the arm of the tower that held the roof, gripping it tightly as she swings herself from the tower, landing outside top of the tower. In front she saw buildings being torn to pieces, houses being crashed and smothered by the cause of the fire and the cannon balls that erupted the homes of many. The sudden rush entered her stomach as the tower she was once in, soon began to crumble and fall. Her legs bent, then sliding down, the tower collapsing as it met and sunk into the ground. She continued falling, watching further as she sees a haystack to the side just a few feet away. Within seconds she pushes herself from the tower as she falls, waving her arms as she waits for impact. Her front side collapses to the haystack, only centimeters from the tower that had still shook the ground.

She spits out pieces of straw as she springs herself up, quickly retreating the area as the continuation of repeating, non-stop cannons make impact in each building of New York. Dirt flew and sputtered out along with wood and supplies that shot in mid-air, creating a terrible scene. Throughout the middle of the field, she could see houses collapsing unto one another, the sounds of crackling fire causing the houses to fall. She swiftly moved in a pattern to where the cannon balls had made their strike, dodging every ball they had past inches away from her. Her eyes dart quickly, in search for Connor as her legs sprint in the direction of the fort they were supposed to find Charles Lee in. Still he could be nowhere in her sight. She pants and grunts in frustration, knowing he had already been at the Fort.

Her thoughts were distracted as one of the cannon balls broke into a shop, just centimeters away from where she was. From the impact, it too had caught her, sending her flying into mid-air. She yelps as she lands back onto another stone hard building. Her head spun, her vision blurred along with her limbs aching in every spot she could sense. She could feel her arm and upper torso ache, though as she glanced down, not only did her head spin just as much, though her mind did to. She observed the damage, observing the blood that had been splattered every inch of her. It wasn't just her blood, it was the blood of others. She winces in pain as her head lifts up, making her vision worse. Everything spun as her mind went to blur. She pants heavily in the condition she is presently in. Another cannon flies by as she is knocked down once more. This time, she screams from the pain that shot through her torso and every limb she couldn't feel. Biting down on her lip as hard as she could to force back the tears inside, she clenches her fist as she struggles to stand and balance herself out.

She was in no condition to fight any Redcoats, though she highly doubts that anyone could possibly make it out alive in one piece. As she gains her balance she struggles from wall to wall, allowing the buildings to carry her through every turn she made. Minutes past and the sound of cannon balls roared across the entire area, making it impossible to hear a simple cry. Though, after struggling and searching for the Fort, she discovers two men that looked fairly familiar. She squints her eyes, her vision fighting to adjust. It had been not only Connor, but Haytham! She struggles herself to pace faster, yet the pain would only increase the faster pace she made. She wipes the blood and sweat from her forehead, yet this made her appearance worse. It seemed as if she were used to the blood and dirt that exposed. She nearly blended in with entire scenery, for she had been only a few meters from the two men. As she approached closer, she notices the two men attacking and striking toward one another. To what she thought was Haytham's aid, was merely a blood bath between them. Her vision was now slowly adjusting as she could see much clearer than before.

Haytham had struck Connor, leaping on top of him to strangle. Evelence's pupils shrink from what was happening. She quickly pacing herself as she nearly sprints, despite the pain that had shot through her entire body. It seemed as Haytham had noticed, for she met full eye contact. Though due to his injuries he hadn't made enough haste to spring himself fast, for she had lunged at him grasping hold of Haytham as they both shoot back to meet against the fence. Bracing from the impact she returns to her normal stance, revealing her blades as the flame inside had burst into a thousand flames. The anger boiled as she began to race toward Haytham once more, pouncing toward him. She was then shot on her left shoulder, making the impact harsh. She screams once more in agony, the tears blending in with blood, dirt and sweat. The pain she chose to ignore returned within a matter of seconds, sending several shock waves of pain shot inside, making her wince and cry out twice as much. She digs her nails in the ground, spinning her head slowly to glance back at Haytham who appeared to be pacing toward her on his two feet. She dragged herself throughout the mess, ignoring the impacts of the cannon balls and the house that had been lit behind them.

"You assassins should have known better! We had a future ahead between both the Templar and Assassins!" he screams throughout the impact of the scene as Evelence still drags herself out from his sight, desperately wanting to escape.

"You should have listened!" he explains further only a few inches away from her just before he topples over her, cupping both hands on her throat. She claws at the amount of clothing he wore, still not doing the sufficient damage she had hoped to bring.

"You ignorant savage! You and your people do not understand what it is we intend to do!" he pressures her windpipe, causing her to choke as she grinds her teeth together with hatred over this man.

"We worked to see this land united and at peace!" he reveals his blade as one hand remained.

"And yet you all are blind to see this." He explains before digging the blade on the side of her torso. Another cry yelps out, despite the position she was in. The cry echoed from many miles, seeming even the ships could hear. The tears, blood and sweat continued to trail down as she dry blood remained along with her new incoming scars she received from the two Redcoats at the top of the tower. Moments after reveals her own blade as she pressed it upon his neck, causing him to stagger back. She lets out cries of hatred as she topples over him, digging her tomahawk in his torso continuously. She raises her arms, using the last remaining strength she had, she repeatedly struck every inch of his entire body, blood splattering across her face. Tears trailed down as she was terrified, scared and frightened.

"Evelence!" she heard from behind. She didn't stop, for she mistook the voice as a Redcoat. The trails of sweat, blood, dirt, and tears continued to fall as she continuously struck at the body of Haytham Kenway. Arms looped around hers, forcefully grabbing hold of the tomahawk in her hand.

"GET OFF!" she screamed, trying desperately to elbow and strike the man behind. He forcefully spun her around to expose his face, as she continued trying to escape his grasp, clawing and pushing herself away to escape the terrified scene she experienced. It was Connor along with Lafayette and the comrade Connor had grown close to. The cannons seemed to settle down after one another, causing Evelence to settle down as well, her arms and strength tiring from clawing herself away. Yet no matter how hard she tried desperately, she remained in the same place.

"Evelence! Stop! Take hold of your senses!" he stops her from struggling, her entire body shaking, trembling. Her hood had been placed down from her squirming along with his from Haytham. As she settled down, tears flowed along with the dirt she acquired.

"I-I'm sorry! H-he tried to-"she stuttered each word as her lips quivered as she failed to speak out the words she were meaning to say. Lafayette and the comrade had watched in astonishment, remaining in their place as they continued to watch. Connor's arms tightened around hers, allowing nothing but silence interfere them but the sounds of whimpering.

"I-I'm sorry," she echoed over and over, constantly repeating. Each time she apologized, he tightened his grip, placing his chin to rest over the crown of her head. The cannons had settled down as well as her anger, the flame distinguished as the pain returned. The amount of tension she acquired, soon relaxed as minutes passed, making it seem like hours. Her hands still trembling she gently pushes him slightly in order to be released. Once he loosened his grip, she didn't dare make eye contact with him, for she could see the same man she had violently killed.

"I thought I could, but it turns out I was frightened. I only feel sympathy over your…father's death. I didn't mean for this to happen, none of this was supposed to happen! I understand your hatred and anger for me, I only wish I could rewind what has been done-"she talks with haste before being interrupted.

"There is no need, I understand. He was about to be rid of within a matter of seconds before your arrival." He explains, though his words meant nothing to her. The guilt had been strong within, causing her to think negatively.

"He was your father! And yet you feel nothing after the outcome I have created." She struggled to push herself away.

"I understand! Though I will not weep and morn over his death, for he had been shepherding Lee, caring nothing for his order. I now understand why my people have warned me before my training. He has been plagued and seduced." He tightened his grip, soothing her with their native language in comfort. She rest her head on his chest, regretting every action she had made, starting with her mother's death along with Connor's father who he had barely conversed with due to his place of the Templars. She sighs heavily as she inhales and exhales from the guilt she was suffering with. She winces in pain as the blade Haytham had dug in her torso had stung. Slowly, Connor raises them from their feet, helping Evelence gain her balance from her condition. She winces as Connor gently urges her to walk.

"We must make haste in order for you to be treated." He informs, his arm still wrapped around her shoulder for her to balance on. Throughout the entire remaining of the night she spoke of nothing, not a single word managed to come from her mouth as she had been severed with a large amount of guilt weighted above her shoulders, towering over as if people had looked down.

A day had passed and it was as if Haytham's death never occurred. Connor's words must have soothed her in order for her to remain human once again. Even though they have defeated Haytham, she couldn't help but feel the wounds of guilt written and slashed across the cannon balls. Haytham had indeed been killed, but yet words still could not explain how painfully and truly sorry she was in her mind. Traumatized as she was, she didn't speak, nor did she mention anything of the sort. She distracts herself as they returned to Homestead, waiting patiently for Connor to be done cleansing himself. He spent at least an hour, though she couldn't blame him after the scene and mess they were in, she would figure it would take some time to cleanse off the blood and sweat.

Waiting patiently, she hears footsteps travel up the stairs along with a cane constantly beating the polished floor. Once they reached the top, she observed Achilles who appeared to have an astonished expression look across his face.

"My god, you look terrible," he approaches her with caution, chuckling as he settles down next to her on the bench she had been resting on. She doesn't bother or dare to look him straight in the eye. Instead, she stares straight away at the railing of stairs, her mind deep in thought. He sits down as he palces a hand on her back in comfort.

"Connor informed me of your rational actions." He sighs heavily in disappointment, revealing the truth. She never thought the truth would hurt as much to cause her heart to skip a beat. She feels a tear fall down from her cheek just from the thought. She couldn't stand the images that continuously struck her mind. It was horrifying and unbelievably frightening. Still, she never managed to make words. Instead, she kept them locked inside of her mouth, Achilles coughs harshly, though regains his self as his chest seemed to rise and fall normally once more. Even then, there was nothing but silence. How long would he have yet to wait until he realized she wished nothing but silence?

"I will not caress your cheek and tell you that what you did was right." He spoke. She raised a brow, amused slightly.

"Though I will tell you, you both progressed into tracking Lee, therefore we should be closer to finding out where the demon is." After he spoke her anger boiled. Why would he say such a thing? Even Connor had been plagued with the thought of Lee, nothing else. Evelence rolls her eyes in annoyance as she too sighs out of frustration, raising her feet to rest on the bench as her elbows were placed on her knee caps. Her back rests on the wooden wall from behind.

"You seem trouble over my words," he spins himself to face her, trying to make eye contact though doesn't receive what he had wished.

"I understand where our place is," she begins before continuing.

"Though if you tell me I should just simple ignore what has been done and be glad to have a step closer to Lee, then my mind is set to other. All I see is pure murder over Haytham." Her voice croaked a bit from not speaking.

"Connor had sought to confront Haytham, hopefully to reach and calm his senses so they could grow into a healthy relationship, pushing aside the talk of war." She finally speaks, her voice still adjusting.

"But in my understanding, after brutally murdering his father, I have taken away Connor's chance in growing any relationship. While he pressed me down to the ground, I could see he too had wished this. I felt and saw it." Achilles continued listening, adjusting himself comfortably.

"What I saw was a man who was locked up inside a cage of his own shadow, begging to come out. In his eyes, I saw this. Though his outside and monstrous showed nothing but hatred over me and Connor." She begins to cup her hands over her throat, tracing where Haytham had intend to break her windpipe back in New York.

"Even after, once he released me, I chose to fiercely take his life, despite what I saw, simply from being frightened, nervous of death. This meant I had brutally ruined Connor's chance to grow a relationship. Therefore, he now has no one but his people and a friend who had murdered his own father, the only blood related family of his." She wipes the tears that managed to escape.

"Are you still deaf to know what I told the both of you?" he barks, causing Evelence to focus eye contact with Achilles fully.

"He was but a Templar. They have no reason and no treason for anything of the sort. They may say as they please to brainwash the innocent in order for them to aid their organization-"

"Haytham was different! He is a good person! I know he was!" she argues.

"That is exactly what he wishes for you to think Evelence!"

"No! I have seen it in his eyes as I have told you just moments ago!" she cries out to plead a win for the argument was being held.

"It seems as if you had been both brainwashed, I only hope Lee will not do the same." He sighs as he rises from where he had been sitting, glancing back to Evelence who head fear and a confusion expression across her face.

"I only bid you good luck, child." He clears his throat, returning to his bedroom to rest. Silence filled the area as he left the argument. Evelence felt like storming in, though it would be rather rude, mainly because her thoughts were still glued to the violence she experienced. She inhales and exhales, trying to relief the stress that continuously weighted her shoulders. As if any more stress could occur, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turns around, startled as she jolts back a few steps. It was only Connor how had completely cleansed himself. His hair had been fairly different, for all was left was the line of hair that ran down straight from his head and back to be paced the tail he had kept it in. His face was marked with paint as well, a symbol for their people that he has fought well. She swallows hard as she barely makes eye contact.

"You seem troubled," he mentions, merely stating the obvious.

"Yes, still." She replies with frustration, her eyes rolling by how he could not have seen why.

"I see." He adjusts the buttons on his suit, only then to reach his hand out in front. She merely looks at the hand with caution.

"We are to go see Charles with peace, no violence or harm done yet." He instructs.

"Yet?" she chuckles and scoffs. This seemed to upset Connor as his brows furrow down.

"Sorry," she bows her head down, as if she hadn't been in enough trouble as she seemed. He nods his head as he gently pats her shoulder. She looks up, only then to see him bend down, his hand still placed on her shoulder.

"I understand your sympathy for me and the guilt you have within you," he begins, her head still faced to the floor.

"Though what has been done, cannot be undone." he explains. Of course, though he acts as if he didn't care.

"Connor. I understand you try to hold back your feelings-"

"I do not."

"I took the only family member you had that is blood related to you, and you act as if this was all for business." She waves her hands, yet the hand on her arm was now placed on her wrist.

"Before your arrival, I had struck him, my blade still in his throat. Yet you were blind to see this, for you had not seen him bleed." He explains. She couldn't debate whether he was speaking the truth or not, yet to think like this! This was unbearable.

"You had but once several chances to regain a healthy relationship as father and son, yet I took that from you." Her chest rises rapidly as she fought the tears back. "How are you not devastated?"

He leans his head down only to look back up toward her once more.

"Try as I have, though he will never learn from his mistakes, nor will he have joined my side once more." Her heart had been struck it seemed for his final words.

"I saw the good in him," she lifts his chin gently, his head slowly rising to meet hers.

"In those eyes, behind all the hatred, he was locked inside of his own shadow. He was begging for help in order to escape. Those eyes that no longer hungered of his organization turned into sadness. I could see him cry out for help. It was in those moments did I realize he had regretted his own mistakes. He wished to changed and before I struck, though I only saw the outside that was filled with hatred." She croaked, still remembering each scene.

"I was full of fear yes, but in fear of my death and his." Her brows furrow as a single tear manages to escape.

"How do you know or see of this?" his face was filled with confusion, desperate to know.

"It is the same if I were ask of you how you could sense any target throughout the crowd within a matter of seconds," she begins to explain. "You say it is difficult to explain, yes? Then my answer is the same. I have always been able to see those behind the mask of their shells."

"Has your mother or father experienced this?" he asks of curiosity.

"My father had never told this of me, though my mother had somewhat."

"What did she say of it?"

"She told me out eyes color would change differently in shades of our same eye color. She also told me when I am angry my eyes would turn into a golden shade of brown, just as she had."

"Therefore?"

"Once this happens we can sense one's true emotion." She explains. "This has happened when I last saw of my mother."

"I had only saw a glance of what I thought was an illusion, though it appears to be true." He nods his head, understanding a bit.

"Why have you not told this?"

"In all honesty, I had paid no attention to the ability I had. I am curious to know if this ran through my mother's family."

"It must have, considering you have inherited it."

"Perhaps," she nods head. Connor rises as he reaches his hand toward her, causing Evelence to raise suspicion of his actions.

"If we are to end this war and return to our village once more in peace, we will seek Charles Lee and kill him." His words stay true by the tone in his voice. He had been always considerate and cautious over his options, paying attention to the little details to guarantee their safety. She had been grateful over him and the aid she had received from him now and then. She places a faint smile across her face as she grasps hold of his hand, helping her rise within the injury that remained on her side. Perhaps now her people would grow free and disconnected from the war that would soon be over. She would continue to hope and possible confess to Connor after everything had settled down. Perhaps, she thought.