Victory Goddess: I'm afraid they won't lean anything more about Edward. The guy's dead, I don't know how they would learn anything more u_u I would have loved to write more about him but it's just too much. I only put that bit in there because I couldn't stop myself XD
Amy122: Yeah Edwards ship is called the Jackdaw! Ubisoft said so somewhere, I can't remember where. It's a weird name, I hope they explain why that's it's name!
edgaryg: I'm glad :3 I just got fed up and wanted them to hug already! It's hard work to convey so many relationships, especially in 1st person, I can tell you that x) But I'm glad it comes over, I spend a lot of time on it. And yes, I bet Haytham would never be embarassed about that sort of thing. "It's only natural!" XD And thank YOU for your endless support :3
MsNevermind: Me too! I would have loved it SO MUCH if they had hugged in the game. It would have been the most perfect thing EVER!
Kaytee33: It makes me happy to write theses scenes :D
AssassinsVow2012: And me! I've wanted to make them hug for ages, I was happy to finally get them together. I just love them :3 If you ever post your fic with Connor, let me know and I'll read it! The world needs more fics XD And how do I write it convincingly? Honestly, I don't know. I just put myself in their place and write it as I was Eleanor. How would I feel about it? And how would Haytham feel about it? I'm not really sure how to explain it x)

I have several things to say this time. Firstly - I'm SORRY for taking so long to update. This was a pain in the arse to write, and no matter what I did I was just NOT happy with it. I felt like I needed to write a million different things in one go and it was just really hard so I hope it's up to standards. Secondly, THIS IS NOT THE END. I REPEAT, NOT THE END. And... The rest I'll say after you've read to avoid spoilers :D
Oh, and on my profile there's a link to an updated drawing of the Kewnays - Haytham, Eleanor, Nora and Connor. It looks horrible but I like to visualise people.

We docked at our Homestead in early may 1778. Jim was still on the Aquila with Connor and Nora so when I walked into my home, it was just Haytham and I. It felt empty, cold, almost as if it were a shadow of what it once was. I hadn't lost my children, they had just grown up, but I still felt somewhat lonely. At least it seemed as if things had calmed down since the trip to the Caribbean - though politics were still complicated, what with George Washington leading the patriots and Lafayette, a Frenchman, helping out. I didn't agree with any of it but it wasn't my place to meddle anymore, I was too old. It was up to the younger generations to sort it all out, which essentially meant Nora and Connor. Haytham was busy reading his father's journal ever since we had got back from the Caribbean, and leaning about his father's life as an Assassin pirate had changed him. He had started to hold the Assassins in high regard, even praising them from time to time. He also seemed more at peace, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

The next day we received two letters. One from Mary, and one from Nora. I opened the one from Mary first of all, relieved to hear from my first child after a year.

Dear mother and father,

I am writing to you from the beautiful city of Nimes, France, where I have been for the past six weeks. Kevin, Sophie and I arrived safely in Bordeaux in June 1777 and we stayed in the beautiful city for a month before leaving. Though the city had wonderful food and architecture, the city is one of the most active slave ports in Europe and so I found myself hating it.

We then travelled south east to Toulouse. It took us two months to reach the city, travelling on horseback during the day and staying at inns during the night. Sometimes we would stay in small villages for several days as we enjoyed learning about the local people's lifestyle. It was very tiring but I found the experience enriching and enjoyable. I wish it were something I could do more often! It was in Toulouse that I met a young man called Honoré Flaubergues.

I met him one evening whilst I was walking by the river. I found him sitting in the grass watching the sky and I asked him what he was doing alone so late. He told me that he was passionate about the stars and proceeded to show me some of the brightest stars and tell me their names. Our friendship blossomed immediately and we now speak to each other every day. He had to return home in November but I could not bare to be without him anymore so Kevin, Sophie and I decided to travel with him. That is why we are now in Nimes, just an hour's horse ride from his village where he is a local judge. He is very interesting and dare I say very good looking, with bright honey coloured eyes and chocolate brown hair which he has falling around his neck in different layers. But do not worry, Kevin and Sophie are always keeping a watchful eye on us. In fact it took Kevin two months to realise that Honoré is a good man.

I would like to thank you Father for teaching me such good French. I was already fluent in French when I first arrived in France and now, with some help from Kevin and Honoré, my French is perfect. A lot of people do not even realise that it is not my first language! I enjoy it immensely.

I miss you very much. Some nights I feel terribly lonely when I realise I cannot speak to either of you, and I long to hold you both in my arms. But Honoré makes me laugh so I feel better about it. I hope everything is alright with you, that you are safe and well. Please pass on my greetings to Jim and Nora, not forgetting my 'new' brother Connor.

All my love,

Mary Kenway.

I frowned as I read the letter, passing it on to Haytham as he read it quickly and frowned as well. Neither of us were particularly thrilled at the idea of Mary falling in love with someone, especially someone we had never met. She was our little girl and we were extremely protective of her but I felt better knowing that Kevin was keeping an eye on them, though it wasn't enough to calm Haytham down. " He's a bloody Frenchmen himself! " He said angrily, making me laugh. He always found the most ridiculous faults in people when he was angry.

To calm us down, I opened Nora's letter to find that she was asking Haytham and I to join them at Achilles' homestead because they 'needed to speak with us urgently.'

" If he has gotten her pregnant, I will rip him to shreds. " Haytham growled, reading the note.

" No you won't, he's your son. I will rip him to shreds. " I smirked, trying to make light of the situation. But deep down I was worried - was Nora pregnant? Or worse - had something bad happened to Jim whilst he trained with them? The mere thought of my thirteen year old boy being harmed made my heart fall. No, he was fine, surely. Connor promised me.

" Do they really expect me to just waltz in there? " Haytham asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. " Haytham Kenway, ex Templar grandmaster, the man who brought down the assassins in the first place, walking straight into the dragon's den. "

" Don't flatter yourself. " I winked, teasing him.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. " I am being serious little one. Achilles and I are enemies. I do not think he will take so kindly to my presence. "

" Haytham, he's an old man now. Even if he tried to hurt you, he won't get passed me. Nor will anyone else. " I said firmly. " You aren't a Templar anymore, nor am I an Assassin. We are allowed to visit our children god damn it! " I didn't know why I was getting so angry. Maybe I was nervous about seeing my old mentor once again. Maybe I was worried about Jim. Maybe I was afraid of people's reaction to Haytham. Did the people who lived on the Davenport Homestead know about the Templars and the Assassins?

" You don't have to pretend to be so strong. " Haytham murmured as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a comforting hug. " Not around me. "

" This place looks much wilder than it used to. " I commented as I observed the forest around me as I sat on my horse, riding next to Haytham. " It used to be full of cleared areas and small wooden houses. "

" It is a beautiful part of the Frontier. " Haytham agree, barely paying attention. It was odd coming back here after so many years. I remembered being in awe the first time I came here, when I was barely thirteen. I realised that my son came here at the same age as I had, and I smiled sadly at the irony. At least he had came here with an older brother and sister, because I had come as an orphan. I was proud to have given such a good life to all of my children but I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of them. How different would things have been if my parents hadn't died?

My thoughts were broken when we came up to the mansion. The once beautifully kept garden was now overgrown and messy and the house looked like it had undergone much restoration. " Tie up the horses. I'll go inside and test the waters. " I told Haytham as I dismounted the brown horse. I strolled up the steps and knocked on the door nervously, trying to keep calm.

" Ella! " Nora smiled brightly as she opened the door. She swung her arms around me and I gladly returned the embrace as I had missed her dearly. " Come in, come in. " She beckoned me, looking outside to see that Haytham was busy with the horses. She ushered me into the first room on the right before leaving to help my husband.

" I heard you were still alive. " An old mans voice said and I turned around to come face to face with Achilles. He had aged a lot, needing a cane to stand, his hair and beard having turned white and he had many wrinkles over his face. " I scarcely believed it. You were far too rash. "

" I grew up. " I smiled. " It's good to see you Achilles. "

" As it is you, Eleanor Van Etten. " He smiled back.

" Actually… It's Eleanor Kenway now. " I said, biting my bottom lip. Did he not know? Obviously not, as his face fell and he grew angry.

" Kenway? You married the grandmaster? " He growled.

" No, I married Haytham. " I frowned. " There's more to him than just that. And anyway, he's not a Templar anymore. "

" Yes, Connor told me about that. " He grimaced. " I suppose I mustn't be surprised, after the way he acted all those years ago. " he sighed, hardly impressed as he leant on his cane.

" What do you mean? " I asked. " When? "

" When he put an end to the brotherhood. " Achilles explained. " Kenway was the one who came here to bargain with me. I told him I was the only assassin left and he demanded to know where you were. " He shrugged. " I thought nothing of it at the time. "

" But… Why? " I asked.

" Because I was worried. " Haytham's voice took me by surprise and I turned around to see him standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back as he looked around the room. " I had not seen or heard from you for three years. I know we had left things in a poor state but I never ceased caring. This was the only way to get any information. " He said.

" But you had left years before. Abandoning us to Kenway's violent and cruel ways. " Achilles continued, bitterness clear in his voice.

" I did what I had to do. " Haytham shrugged.

" You picked us off one by one! " Achilles sneered.

" It was years ago! " I cried. " Drop it. We're all on the same side now. " I tried to calm them both down, though in truth Haytham didn't care. " Where is my son? " I demanded.

" Connor and Jim are out hunting. " Achilles replied, frowning when I stood next to Haytham as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

Dinner was unusual that night. Achilles was brooding as he watched us unhappily whilst Haytham, Connor and Nora spoke about politics. Jim and I weren't interested so we simply told each other jokes and made fun of the other's faces when they frowned. I was so glad to have my son back.

" Why are we here? " I asked suddenly, looking to Nora. " You said it was urgent? "

" Oh. Yes. " She smiled nervously, looking over to Connor as his gaze dropped to his plate, suddenly very interested in his potatoes. " Well… Connor and I have something to tell you. "

" Oh god, you are aren't you. " I cried, horrified. Both Connor and Nora frowned, confused as they looked at me with questioning glances. " You're pregnant! "

" No! " They both shouted at the same time. " No don't worry. " Nora continued. " But we… " She started, searching for her words as she bit her lip.

" We are engaged to be married. " Connor blurted out, just like his father when stressed.

Haytham spat out his drink and I grinned. " Really? " I smiled, whilst Nora nodded happily. " Congratulations! " I giggled, standing up to rush around to table to hug her. " I'm so glad! "

Haytham was still sat in his chair, not moving. " Haytham, congratulate your son. " I scolded him and he immediately stood and nodded to Connor, extending a hand.

" Yes, congratulations Connor. " He said stiffly.

" Thank you father. " Connor replied, equally as stiff, causing Nora and I to burst out laughing.

The wedding was to take place in September 1778, six weeks later. Apparently they had already invited Mary back for the occasion and she was due to arrive a few days before, accompanied by Kevin and Sophie, as well as her French astronomer boyfriend, Honoré what's-his-name. Luckily no one on the Homestead knew about the Assassins so everyone seemed happy to meet Haytham and I. In fact they all recognised us immediately, explaining that Jim and Connor looked just like us. Connor had set up a good, hard working Homestead and I enjoyed seeing Nora and Jim look so at home there. Jim had grown immensely since I had last seen him - his voice had broken, he had shot up and was now as tall as me, and he had gained a lot of muscle, looking much older than thirteen.

When Mary eventually arrived, flanked by Kevin, his wife Sophie and a young man I guessed was Honoré, everything was perfect once again. " Mother! " She cried as soon as she got off her horse and rushed into my arms. " I missed you so much! "

" As did I sweetie. " I grinned, squeezing her in my arms just as I noticed Haytham coming out of the trees. A smile immediately grew on his face and he rushed over to us, pulling Mary out of my arms so he could wrap his arms around his daughter.

" My darling daughter. " He gushed as he ran his fingers through her hair.

" Father. " She sighed happily, burying her face in Haytham's chest before just as Kevin ran over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

" Capitaine! " He laughed. " Tu m'as manqué! " He called, lifting me into the air to spin me around, placing a kiss on my cheek.

" Don't tell me you've forgotten how to speak English! " I laughed, smiling up at my friend.

" Sorry. " He shrugged. " I 'ave lost ze 'abbit. "

" Your accent is worse than ever. " Haytham commented as they shook hands, making Kevin laugh loudly.

" Mother, Father, may I introduce Honoré. " Mary smiled, holding onto the young man's hand as he smiled nervously up at us. Just as Mary had said in her letter, he was indeed rather good looking. He was quite short really, barely taller than Mary, and was much thinner than the men I was used to - then again, Khan, Haytham and Connor were extremely muscular. But his shaggy brown hair and big golden brown eyes softened him and his cleanly shaven face and expensive clothing showed his wealthy background as he extended a hand to Haytham.

" Enchanté. " He said as Haytham took hold of his hand and nodded.

" Moi aussi. J'ai beaucoup entendu parler de vous. " Haytham said, his face stern as he took in every aspect of the man who had obviously won his daughter's heart. " Voici ma femme, Eleanor. " He continued, waving a hand over to me.

" Heureux de faire votre connaissance madame. " Honoré smiled as he took my hand and bowed a little.

" Hello. " I frowned, not understanding anything.

" He said he is happy to meet you. " Haytham explained, as the French boy stood up again, looking from Haytham to me and back to Haytham.

" Madame ne parle pas Français? " He said, confusing me.

" Non. " Haytham smirked and Honoré seemed uncomfortable.

" I…Euh… " He started. " Sorry, I do not, err, speak err… Anglais. " He frowned, obviously having learnt the words by heart before coming here.

Nora and Connor married a week later and Nora was finally a Kenway. I was immensely proud to see them marry - my adopted daughter and my step-son. True, it was an unusual couple, but they made it work well and I knew that they would both be happy together.

Things with Honoré were difficult, at least for me. Haytham and the boy seemed to get on rather well but I still couldn't have a conversation with the boy. He could not speak English and I could not speak French so we had to rely on Mary, Haytham or Kevin to translate for us. I admit that Mary seemed very taken with him, often taking walks with him at night to look up at the stars. " 'Ee iz a good man. " Kevin reassured me one evening whilst I watched them through the window. " Eet took me a long time to realise, but 'ee will never 'arm her. "

" He better not. " I whispered, as Honoré picked Mary up into his arms and twirled her around in the moonlight. " Else he won't be returning to France. "

Kevin chuckled. " Especially if 'Ayfam has anyzing to do wiz eet. "

I smiled as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and handed me some ale. Things seemed to have settled down - Haytham had finally retired, Kevin was home, Nora and Connor were married, Mary had found someone and Jim was happier than ever. It seemed everything was in order, and my life's objectives were fulfilled.

We were to leave the Davenport Homestead on the fifth of November. Haytham, Connor and Jim had gone to Boston to organise transport for us whilst the rest of us stayed and enjoyed our last day together. When the boys got home, they all looked solemn and nervous, making me extremely suspicious of them. " What's wrong? " I asked Connor as he went to walk passed me. " Don't lie to me. You're a Kenway, I know how to read you. " I warned him.

He paused for a moment before speaking quietly. " Father and I came across some information we need to discuss. " He explained. " We shall tell you later. "

" We? " I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. " Are you best friends now or something? Tell me what's going on! " I insisted, my voice starting to raise.

" Shh! " He said, looking around to make sure no one heard us. " Please be patient. "

I sighed heavily as I watched Connor walk downstairs to the Assassin quarters, where I knew Haytham was already waiting. I wasn't happy.

I had to wait until after everyone had gone to bed to get my answer. It was past midnight and they still had not come back up so I decided to meet them downstairs. My feet were heavy upon the wooden stairs and I heard their voices cease as soon as I came down. I found them both standing in front of a table covered in pieces of paper, maps and daggers. " Eleanor, what are you doing down here? " Haytham asked.

" I'm fed up of waiting. What is going on? " I asked angrily.

The two shared a long look and eventually Haytham nodded. " We met someone who had information about the men who attacked Boston back in 1760. " Connor started.

" The bastards who murdered Mary and Edmund? " I asked, my attitude immediately changing as I remembered the day I found them dead inside their own home. The two nodded and I growled. " Who did it? Where are they? I'll kill them all. "

" Calm down. " Haytham warned me. " This needs careful planning. "

" This is why we have been down here all evening. " Connor continued. " They reside at Fort Niagara, far inland on the shores of lake Ontario. " He explained.

" So? " I shrugged. " Let's just rush in there and kill them all. "

" Eleanor! " Haytham scolded me. " They are not all guilty. Not all of them deserve to die. "

" They do. " I growled. " I don't care who was there and who wasn't. They made their choice, they chose to follow the people responsible. "

" I fear we do not have a choice in the matter. " Connor interrupted. " They are all mercenaries. During the French and Indian war, they stormed the Fort and took it from the French. You cannot enter unless you are one of them. "

" Then it's decided. " I grimaced. " They all die. "

Obviously, we had to put much more research into the Fort before attacking. It turned out that the mercenaries were under the command of a Russian military man called Vasilii Ivanova. He had been kicked out of the Russian army when he slaughtered innocent villages and decided to come to America to seek his fortune, gathering men under his bloody and tyrannical rule. If his men were loyal to him, they were free to rape and plunder all they wanted. Our contacts told us he was a few years younger than I was, so he was still in good form. Nothing seemed to bode well for us, especially as we were severely outnumbered. Sources told us they had around two hundred men, and us? Haytham, Connor, Nora and I made four people. Khan proposed he accompany us, but we all refused. It wasn't his fight, he needed to look after Nakoma and their twins. No, this was a Kenway fight.

We decided to let the winter pass as the heavy snow we had that year would make it extremely difficult for us to do anything. Once the sun finally started to show itself, Connor found himself hunting Benjamin Church. Apparently, he had betrayed Charles and the Templar order, leaving him open for attacking and Connor had seized the opportunity. Nora didn't want to go at first, saying she would rather attack the man who murdered her parents, but when Connor was about to leave with Jim, she decided that she couldn't let the two of them go without her.

Haytham and I were left to live with Achilles. It was an extremely bizarre situation, what with Haytham and Achilles still hating each other, but Virginia was much too far from Fort Niagara, and until we had stormed the place, we would be residing with the Assassins. March turned into April and then into May and finally, in June 1779, Connor and Nora returned home. Church was dead, and Charles Lee was the only Templar leader left. That gave us some time to plan the attack on the Fort once more, and the four of us locked ourselves in the cellar, planning our attack.

I crouched next to Jim, brushing my fingers through his hair whilst Haytham picked the lock on the small door and ushered us in behind him. Connor let me pass before him but Nora pushed passed, eager to get her hands on the man who murdered her parents. Inside was a small, dark tunnel that lead us to the Fort's cellar and we would attack from within.

We found ourselves in the deserted kitchen area within a few minutes and quietly made our way through into the sleeping quarters. Several men were snoring in their beds - obviously the night guards taking their rest during the day - and Connor and I made quick work of them whilst the others checked that the coast was clear. We hurried up the stairs and pushed the door open a little to peek outside. Connor was the one at the door whilst the rest of us huddled behind him on the stairs, awaiting his commands. " The coast is clear. There are some bushes just to the right, head there quickly for some cover. " He whispered to us.

We obeyed quickly. I was the last to leave the security of the building and my eyes widened when I realised just how many men were inside the Fort. Hundreds of them! I swallowed hard and felt Haytham's hand run across my cheek to calm me down. " We will be fine. " He reassured me.

Nora and I set off to find our main target, Vasilii Ivanova, who would be in his quarters in the large stone house. The Fort was huge, most of it a flat grassy area with white stoned paths. The plan was simple - Nora and I would take care of Vasilii whilst the men set up a way to blow the Fort sky high, and then we would all make our escape before setting it all ablaze.

We managed to avoid detection as we made our way from bushes to bushes towards the large stone house. Once there, we found an open window and heaved ourselves inside before sneaking our way passed multiple guards until we arrived inside Vasilii's office. We strode inside and I could hear Nora growling under her breath whilst I slammed the door shut behind us and locked it. " Vasilii. " Nora spat.

" What is it? I told you not to bother me whilst I'm working! " He cried, not turning around from his work as he stood with his back to us, looking out of the window.

" You mistake me for someone loyal to you. " She answered. The man turned around and I took in his face, contorted in confusion. He was far from good-looking. He had small eyes, discoloured skin and large, bushy eyebrows. His teeth were yellow and crooked as he snarled at us, and his blonde hair was limp and greasy as it shone in the sunlight. His clothes, though expensive, were not put on correctly, giving him a scruffy, unkempt look.

" Who are you? What are you doing here? " He spat angrily.

" Twenty years ago you attacked Boston. " I started, standing next to Nora who was too angry to be able to speak. " Your men plundered and murdered many innocent people. "

" Ah, yes, a successful attack that one. " He smirked evilly, crossing his arms over his chest confidently. Did he not fear us? If not, he was stupid.

" My parents died that night! " Nora cried, pushing herself forwards and leaning on his desk as she seethed in hatred. " Your men murdered them in their own home, right in front of me! " She shouted.

" You should have fought them off then! " He chuckled.

" I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD! " She screamed, launching herself towards the man. Just as she did so, he produced a knife from somewhere and managed to stab her in the stomach, making her pause and fall to the ground.

" Nora! " I called, pulling out my daggers and preparing myself for a fight. The man chuckled and opened a draw in his desk and pulled a gun out of it, aiming at me as he did so.

" I don't like intruders. " He grumbled before firing.

I managed to duck out of the way and tackle him to the ground. I could hear Nora muttering under her breath as she managed to pull the dagger out of her stomach but she was too weak to help me as Vasilii and I rolled around on the floor, punching each other anywhere we could. It was not a particularly dignified fight, more like a brawl, but I let my hatred out on the man as I punched him in the face, braking his nose. " You bitch! " He cried, lifting his knee into my groin area. I groaned in pain and he rolled us over so that he was lying on top of me, a large grin on his face as the blood from his nose dripped onto my face. " Let's see how you like it. " He smirked, fumbling with the ties on my breeches as he started to undress me. My eyes widened in fear and I started to scream but he was far stronger than I - probably as muscular as Haytham, though not as much as Connor.

" Please, stop! " I begged, all of my pride beaten out of me as I was turned into nothing but an object once my breeches were pushed down enough. He started to unbutton his own when suddenly his eyes widened and he paused, his eyes betraying confusion and fear.

" That is for Ella. " Nora grumbled as he fell to the floor next to me, struggling to pull himself up. Nora kicked him in the groin and lifted him up by his collar, stabbing him deeply into his stomach and turning the blade around inside of him as she growled in his face. " That is for my father. And this? This is for my mother. " She said as she slit him throat.

Breathing deeply, I pulled my breeches up again and tried to calm myself down. Nora was crying as she kneeled on the floor, clutching her bleeding stomach. Men started to bang on the door, calling for their master and I realised we had to get out, and quick. " Come on, we're going through the window. " I told her, helping her stand as I guided her to the window. Outside, I could see some hay collected and let out a sigh of relief. " I'm sorry princess but you're going to have to jump. " I told her. She nodded and jumped quickly.

I followed and we managed to run around the building and bump into the men as they poured gunpowder over the grass behind them as they walked forward. "Nora! " Connor cried as soon as he saw his bloodied wife. But they didn't have time to embrace as we were attacked by half a dozen mercenaries at the same time.

We slashed, hacked, ducked and blocked, all five of us together. For every man that fell to the ground, two more appeared and eventually we were completely surrounded. Poor Jim, still only fourteen, was having trouble keeping up and Nora was weakening by the second. I knew we had to do something, and quick. I looked over to Haytham and he seemed to realise the same thing as me. We managed to direct out fighting towards the stables and locked ourselves in - the door was only wooden and would quickly break. " Connor, I need you to take Nora and Jim to safety. Take the horses, and run as fast as you can. " Haytham instructed him whilst I helped Nora onto a horse. She was now only barely conscious and Jim helped me secure her onto the saddle. I grabbed the torch that was on the wall to light up what we were doing just as Connor frowned.

" But how will the two of you - " Connor started but Haytham cut him off.

" Go Connor. Now. We will be fine. " Haytham hurried him.

Jim leapt up onto another horse and Connor frowned before climbing up onto Nora's horse. " We shall wait for you where we made camp last night. " He told us and we nodded. The door then broke and Connor kicked his horse into action, followed by Jim as our children galloped away to safety, knocking back a few guards and buying Haytham and I a few seconds.

" We don't have a choice. " I muttered, tears forming in my eyes. " It's the only way to make sure they're safe. "

" Indeed. " Haytham replied calmly, pressing his lips against mine softly. " My place has always been by your side little one, it always will be. I love you. "

" I love you too. " I sobbed, leaping into his arms as I dropped the torch to the ground. I heard the guards pause and laugh at our embrace whilst I roughly pressed my lips against Haytham's, awaiting what I knew was inevitable.

What we knew, and what they didn't, is that Haytham had cleverly continued the line of gunpowder. When I had dropped the torch, it had lit, and it took barely a minute for the small spark to reach it's destination and blow up the entire Fort, sending everything and everyone inside to smithereens. Everyone, including Haytham and I.

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, LET ME EXPLAIIIIIN!

1) Nora/Connor wedding: I thought about going into detail and then decided against it. I don't know much about weddings and it's not really Eleanor's story so it didn't need to be in here. I'm not sure if I made the right decision but that's what I'm going with so... Yeah.
2) It was about time that they found out who lead the attack on Boston all those years ago. I know I waited a hell of a long time to come to it but I think it's a good twist. So shoot me!
4) Honoré Flaugergues was a real guy. I spent ages looking for someone who fitted what I wanted because I don't like to invent important people. He's the one who identified the Great Comet of 1807, among other things. Also, the Fort Niagara is real, though I might not be 100% accurate about it.
3) Next chapter will be a nice surprise for you all. I know I promised a happy ending, and I swear, you will get one. I'll post the next chapter tomorrow so you don't have to wait too long (that's another reason why it took me so long to post this - because I needed to finish the last one as well). And that's all I'm sayin' because I like to torture people :D And anyway, it was MsNevermind's idea so she's to blame muahahaha (Love you really :3)