The Fall of the Assassins

by GabrielBelmont

What would have happened if Ratonhnhaké:ton had been raised by his father Haytham. What if he had never been raised in his people's village or mentored by Achilles. What if he had become a Templar. Would the British have won the war? Rated M to be safe.

2. Chapter 2

The Fall of the Assassins: A journey to a new beginning

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A man grabbed Ratonhnhaké:ton around the waist dragging him out of the hut, other villages entering the hut to prepare his mother for the burial. "Noooooooo" he screamed, as the man dragged him further away from his mother. "Nooooo" he screamed softly. "No...No" he sobbed before collapsing onto the ground. The dirt filling his hands as he clutches the ground. The man walking away, before returning 5 minutes later with his bag of belongings, dumping it in front of him. "leave now boy and never return" the man said in a gruff voice. Before turning and walking away. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to bring his breath under control as the sobs racked his chest, but the tears just kept streaming down his face. Ratonhnhaké:ton started to shiver, lifting his head up, brushing away the few tears that still fell from his eyes, leaving trails against his dirt smudged face. Looking up he realised that the sun was setting, loud howls could be heard from the woods, as the moon started to rise. Looking at the trees, Ratonhnhaké:ton decided to climb the tree with a fork. Slinging his bag onto his back, he starts to climb the tree, bark sticking into his hands and feet slipping as he scrambles up the tree. Once reaching the fork Ratonhnhaké:ton opens his bag to pull out a small pelt before slinging his bag over the nearest branch. Looking out Ratonhnhaké:ton sees that the sun had set and the moon had risen high into the night sky. Settling into the tree, Ratonhnhaké:ton closed his eyes listening to the sound of the wilderness, wolves howling and owls hooting lulling him to sleep. The dreams of his mother's death kept him from having a restful sleep, crying out her name throughout the night.

The sound of birds chirping awoke Ratonhnhaké:ton, sitting up and stretching Ratonhnhaké:ton grabbed his bag and search to see if there was any food to be had but it wasn't meant to be, it was empty of food. Stuffing his pelt into the bag Ratonhnhaké:ton crossed the trees searching for hare to catch and eat. The tree branches bowed to Ratonhnhaké:ton's weight as he jumped from tree to tree searching for a hare. A rustle from the bushes below stopped Ratonhnhaké:ton in his tracks. Settling on the branch Ratonhnhaké:ton stared at the bush, waiting for the animal to come out. He didn't have to wait long before a hare came hopping out of the bush, quickly Ratonhnhaké:ton whipped out his dart rope from his bag silently killing the animal in one hit. Balancing to the tree trunk, Ratonhnhaké:ton quickly climbed down the tree. Reaching the base of the tree Ratonhnhaké:ton rushed to where the body of the hare laid, leaning over the animal Ratonhnhaké:ton used his knife after a quick prayer to skin the hare. Climbing back up the tree Ratonhnhaké:ton started looking for a spot where he could start a fire. Once finding a spot Ratonhnhaké:ton started to gather dry sticks, once enough stickers were collected Ratonhnhaké:ton started a fire, piercing the animal on a stick and slowly turning the hare over the fire cooking it until it was cooked. Glad that he had learnt some skills from the village. Once the hare was cooked and eaten, wrapping up the leftovers in leaves for later. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked up at the sun trying to decifor which direction to head in as he is surrounded by wilderness. Once determining he was east of Boston he climbs the nearest tree once again as it is not only the fastest way to travel but the safest due to the fact that wolves, bears and leopards roam the forest floors. Ratonhnhaké:ton continued jumping across branches, sliding around trees watching as the sun rise and set, making sure he was heading the right way. He had past patrols of redcoats as he was crossing branches on top of paths. Luckily none of them had the brains to look up otherwise Ratonhnhaké:ton would have been discovered. Once again Ratonhnhaké:ton set up for the night, lying in a tree bag hanging on a branch, eating the leftover hare meat before listening to the sounds of the wilderness as they lulled him to sleep with better dreams then the first.

The next day continued much the same as the last, catching a hare for breakfast and wrapping up the leftovers in leaves for later, before once again taking to the trees. Ratonhnhaké:ton made great progress covering a huge amount of distance throughout the day even though the sky threaten send buckets of rain down. Climbing a massive tree out in a field Ratonhnhaké:ton could see the outskirts of Boston, realising that he still had at least one more full day of walking to reach Boston, before gracefully climbing down the tree and continuing on his way. Once evening was upon Ratonhnhaké:ton the rain decided to start, it was so heavy that Ratonhnhaké:ton was drenched within seconds of it starting. Running to a barn that was nearby, mud splashed up his legs as he stepped in puddles. Once reaching the barn, Ratonhnhaké:ton quietly opened the door, slipping inside before closing the door behind him. The horse whinnied softly before gently stomping their hoofs on the ground. Walking over to a small black foal Ratonhnhaké:ton opened the stable, walked inside and closed the latch after him. Flopping down on the pile of hay after first checking to see if there was any droppings, he proceed to open his bag and devour some of the hare meat. Once full he pulled out the pelt settling it on top of him before falling to sleep. Ratonhnhaké:ton woke up with a jolt before releasing it was still night time, looked around to see what had awaken him. The rain was pounding heavily on the roof of the barn, but there was now lightening, not liking the lightening Ratonhnhaké:ton curled further into the pelt before turning and seeing the small foal cuddling against his side, snuggling into the foal he fell back to sleep.

The sun was high in the sky the next time he awoke, getting up, packing his stuff back into the bag and devouring what food he had left, he set off heading towards Boston. As he drew closer to Boston the trees started to thin out until the was maybe one or two in a field. More people could be seen and the houses grew closer together. It wasn't till the sun started to set that Ratonhnhaké:ton had reached Boston. Wandering through the town entering inns searching for a place to sleep for the night, the owners turned him away as they believed he didn't have any coin for a room. Ratonhnhaké:ton did in fact have coin, in fact he had enough for a room for at least three nights. Instead he was left wandering in dark alleyways. Spotting a pile of boxes stacked up and tied together, he walked up to them settling behind the biggest stack of boxes, pulling out his pelt and shoving the bag behind his head to act like a pillow, placing his pelt over him, he snuggled into the boxes trying to get comfortable before drifting to sleep.

He had made it to Boston.