The Fall of the Assassins-Guidance towards a new beginning
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The sun had risen by the time he had woken up, the city was bustling people going about their business. People shouting out selling their supplies, whether it be newspaper or food. Stretching his back as it was stiff due to the fact that he slept against hard boxes. Nibbling on the pieces of hare meat that were left after grabbing his bag from behind his head. Stuffing his pelt into his bag, Ratonhnhaké:ton stood up and scooted slowly to the edge of the boxes. Poking his head out he scanned the alleyway making sure there was no suspicious characters insight he ventured out. Having no idea how to find his father. Stepping out of the alley into the street he was overwhelmed by the amount of people all weaving through the bustling street. Sticking to the shop fronts he continued to edge slowly down the street, afraid that he would be swallowed whole by the crowd of people. Once he got over his fear slightly, that he could walk normally he continued walking down the main streets. After walking down about four long and wide streets he realised that he didn't know what his father looked like, Ratonhnhaké:ton only knows his name 'Haytham Kenway' and that he is British. Not a lot when you have about 275,000 people and most of them colonialist from Britain with about 7,000 living in Boston but more people coming and going. So to put it in perspective it is similar to finding a needle in a haystack, which Ratonhnhaké:ton realised are good hiding places from the angry glares he was receiving from the townsfolk because they don't like the natives and the natives don't like them and he was stuck in the middle.
Continuing on, Ratonhnhaké:ton had been searching for his father all day that he grew hungry and thirsty, in order the quench his thirst and hunger he decided to try the nearest pub 'The Green Dragon' which was across the road. Walking across the road he enters the pub, looking around he realises that all the table are full, walking closer to the counter he realises that there is one seat free, it was located next to two men who the one on the right was eating the pubs stew with a pint of ale. This man was wearing a long dark green coat, his hair was black and came down his back. The man on the left side of the chair had his head down on the counter snoozing with his saliva creating a puddle on the table, grossing Ratonhnhaké:ton out. Settling down in the chair he was promptly served by an old woman who decided to pinch his cheek and gave it a shake, before telling him how cute he looked. Ratonhnhaké:ton glared at the woman rubbing his cheek where the woman had pinch as it throbbed with pain.
"What can I get you" the woman asked.
"I would like a stew, please" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"Such a polite young man" stated the woman as she once again tried to pinch Ratonhnhaké:ton's cheek, but this time he expected it and pulled away just out of her reach.
She huffed before turning away to get Ratonhnhaké:ton his meal. While Ratonhnhaké:ton sat and waited for his food the man next to him turned to face him
"What is a native boy like you doing here" questioned the man.
"I am he to find my father" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton. "your father?" said the man questioningly, raising one eyebrow.
"Yes, my father" stated Ratonhnhaké:ton.
Before turning towards the counter just as the women served him his food. The man next time turned back to his meal, leaving Ratonhnhaké:ton alone. The stew was eatable, to say the least, it had some kind of meat in it and various vegetables. Ratonhnhaké:ton ate it all before turning and reaching into his bag for his skin of water. After he finished his drink, Ratonhnhaké:ton continued to sit on the chair, resting his meal. Turning around he observed the people in the pub, some were drinking in groups, others played board games, and a selected few were loud and sloshing ale everywhere. A thump on the counter grabbed his attention, it was the man again, sighing he looked up at the man
"Where is your mother, boy" asked the man.
"Dead" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton in a cold voice.
Turning towards the old woman "How much for the stew" asked Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"2 shillings and 6 pennies, dear" the woman replied.
Nodding and handing over the money he turned to leave, making his way to the door he was about to open it when he heard a shout "Who is your father" questioned the man.
"Haytham Kenway" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton before heading out the door, leaving the other man still standing inside.
Once out of the pub Ratonhnhaké:ton started walking across the road, when a carriage came bellowing down the street, Ratonhnhaké:ton froze, his legs wouldn't move, he stared down the road, hoping this wouldn't be his end, but the carriage came closer and closer. When someone came and pushed him out of the way, falling to the ground outside if the carriage's path, he turned around to see it was the man from the pub. The horse stopped, the carriage continued into The horse making it reed it's self up ready to strike the man, just as the hooves where coming closer the man slipped falling to the ground just next to the horse's hooves, but that isn't all, he had landed face first in horse shit. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried desperately to hold in his laughter, he tried really hard, before of course bursting into laughter. Tears came running down his face. The man had rolled out from under the horse as it just decided to stand on top of the man. Standing up he dusted himself off before getting a handkerchief and cleaning his face. The carriage door swung open and a man stepped out.
"I'm so sorry my dear sir but the horse wouldn't stop" said the man before promptly entering the carriage and continued down the street.
Ratonhnhaké:ton turned to the man that had saved him, "Thank you" he said gratefully.
"Why did you do it?" questioned Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"Was your mother called Ziio" asked the man.
"Yes" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton wearily.
"Why do you ask" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked.
"Because I know your father, Haytham Kenway" stated Charles.
Ratonhnhaké:ton looked up at the man in wonder, "Can you take me to him" asked Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"Yes, I can. What is your name" queried the man.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton" replied Ratonhnhaké:ton.
"Well nice to meet you Raton. I am Charles lee" stated Charles Lee.
Charles Lee motioned Ratonhnhaké:ton to follow as he started to walk down the street while tossing his handkerchief to the ground as he had no further use for it. After a few blocks of walking, they stopped in front of a house. The house Conner decided was massive, it was two stories and was about three houses wide. Charles knocked on the door, the door opened by a maid, Charles stated that he had business with Haytham. The maid directed them to the study where she told them to wait. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked around books filled the bookcases along the walls, two lounges were placed in front of a large desk. Ratonhnhaké:ton had sat down on one sofa as Charles sat on the other, waiting for his father. They didn't have to wait long, the door opened slowly and...
Cliffhanger Sorry :(