A/N: Here's a little filler chapter for you to whet your appetite for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Winter, 1804
The fire crackled merrily in the hearth as William Kenway relaxed in the den of the Davenport Homestead. Next to the fireplace was the dragon egg given to the Assassins by his father's people, the Kanien'kehá:ka - or as the white men knew them, the Mohawk.
William's own father, the Assassin known as Connor, had died not too long ago, and he was still feeling the aftereffects of his departure from this world. He sighed as he set his cup of tea down onto the saucer, and set that down onto the table next to him.
He gazed up from the sky blue dragon egg warming by the fire, and he gazed up at the harness he and Warren, the black farmer who lived on the homestead, had made together. Turning his attention back to the dragon egg, hardened and close to hatching, he began to wonder aloud. "I wonder just what you'll bring to this world…"
As if goaded by Kenway's words, the egg began to rattle violently as it cracked, and as Kenway stood up, blue wings had already broken free of the eggshell. Kenway knelt down on one knee as a blue triangular head shook itself free of the yolk clinging to it, and the newborn hatchling crawled over. "Kwe. Naho:ten iesa:iats?"
"Kanen'tó:kon iontiats." William answered as he rummaged in his pouch for some meat. "Tanon' onhka ni:se?"
"Iah tewakaterien:tare'." The dragon answered with an indifferent shake of his wings.
Kenway hesitantly switched to English. "Then may I give you one?"
"Certainly." The dragon answered easily as he looked at him expectantly. William thought a moment, and then answered. "Your name will be Achilles - Achilles Ratonhnhaké:ton."
"Very well then. Achilles, I shall be." The dragon said, and so began the friendship between a dragon and his Assassin.
A/N: For anyone interested, I found the Mohawk phrases used at this site called kahonwes.