People, here's chapter...four, I think xd! Sorry for mistakes -I just know i will make them!-, I promise I'd do my best to update sooner!

Past?

You liked the way things were going. The life at Davenport homestead was tranquil, busy, but tranquil. You really liked it. –Even though Achilles used you as a slave!-

While feeding Thunder, the dog, you sighed. "Where is Connor?"

Days ago, some guy from Connor's native village said he needed Connor's help. The Assassin left the homestead a week ago and hasn't come back. Achilles told you it was normal. He came and went, came and went- It was a habit of his.

It has been just a week, just one week, and you were already missing the man. Thunder's bark returned you to reality.

"Yeah, yeah," You waved your hand. "He's out there doing something, I know!"

The dog barked again, as if he could understand what you were saying. You sighed for the umpteenth time that day. The past couple days, Achilles told you all the stories about the other Assassin's. Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, and all their 'adventures'. The story was very interesting; you really wanted to learn more about Assassins…about Connor. You barely knew what was his real name, about the fire, the death of his mother, and who his father was, but, other than that…Connor was still a mystery…one you really wanted to solve. You figured out his personality, he was calm, serious, brave. He was as clear as Crystal, always expressing what he thought, but at the same time being cautious of what to say.

"[Name]!" You turned from the dog to meet Myriam.

"Oh, hello there!" You dusted yourself and stood up. "What brings you here, Myriam?"

"I need some help. That idiot Lance he said he would help me hunt, but he sprained his ankle and now I have to go alone. I was wondering if you could help me."

You nodded at her situation. "I'm not a very skilled huntress." Very skilled? You had no idea what to do to hunt! You were sure you couldn't even catch a fish on land!

"That is not a problem. You just help me set up the tramps!" She smiled at you, giving her thumbs up.

Well it sounded easy. Just setting up tramps, you could do that. "Sure! Should we be off, then?"

She nodded. "Bring the dog, he may be helpful."

You motioned Thunder to follow you, while you walked behind Myriam.

It was hard to keep up with Myriam. The woman was practically running! And it was damn difficult when there were trees, bushes, and rocks on your way! Thunder barked happily while you cursed Mother Nature for putting too many of her sons on the ground.

Finally, you saw Myriam stop. You were grateful. You were not, per se, the most athletic person either.

She pointed at some bushes. "You can set up a tramp there. Walk fifty meters south direction, and set the other tramp. Once you're done, we'll reunite there." She looked towards the river. You nodded at her. Well, easy enough.

Myriam and you parted ways while she set up more tramps around the forest.

"Come on, Thunder. Let's get over with this!" You ran towards the point previously signaled by Myriam. You bent down and started to set up the tramp. It was very helpful that Connor had taught you how to do it. After hearing the 'click' sound, you stood up. "Now, we have to walk fifty meters towards the south…" You headed in that direction, Thunder behind you wagging its tail.

After finishing, you walked towards the river, Myriam already there. "Now, we wait!" She exclaimed.

You and Myriam sat down talked about girl's stuff, her past, and how was it living at Davenport homestead.

"So? What about you?" She asked.

You looked away. Your past was not something that good to talk about.

Noticing your face, Myriam apologized. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"It is okay!" You assured her. "…My father, he was, uh, an Assassin."

"Like Connor, right?" You nodded at her.

"Yeah, he used to be away from home. I was left with my mother, but soon, she got sick and…"

Myriam understood perfectly what you were going to say. "Hey, [Name]. You do not have to tell me this!"

You shrugged. "I know…But I want to." Myriam smiled. "She eventually died. Then, I received a letter. I did not know what to do…The letter said my father had been killed… I was alone; I did not have any sibling here, so I started to live alone. I was lucky my family was very wealthy, thus, leaving me with some money, but I knew sooner or later, the money was going to run out. I got a job at the bar and then…Then all of this happened, you, Connor, Achilles…"

The huntress chuckled. "Yeah…those two changed my life too. Connor helped me just in time, and took care of the poachers that had hurt me. Honestly, he was so much of a gentleman."

You had to laugh at this. You did not expect less from Connor, if he could, he would help everyone around.

"Hey, I think it is about time!" Myriam stood up rapidly. "Come on!"

Two hours later, you were helping her carry the dead animals. "I can't believe you shot that poor deer on the eye!"

"Oh, come on! I killed him instantly, he did not suffer."

You rolled your eyes as you set down –threw!- the dead animals. "I think I should be off. Achilles may be waiting for me."

Myriam thanked for your help, and in no time, you and Thunder were reaching home.

Your [e/c] widened at the figure that was reclining on the door frame. "Connor?"

He nodded. He got home a couple of hours ago. He noticed something, someone, missing. Achilles told him you had gone out with Myriam, still, that didn't guarantee your security to the Assassin, so to make sure you were alright, he was going out to look for you, just when he saw you walking with the dog towards the homestead.

"How was the hunt?" He asked as you smiled up at him.

"The hunt? Oh, ah, yeah! It was…good, I guess."

He opened the door for you. "Thanks!"

He closed the door after motioned Thunder to go to the stables.

You stretched your body while walking towards the kitchen, blinking rapidly when you saw food already prepared. "But…who-"

"Diana and Catherina." Was all Connor said.

"Hey," The both of you turned to see Achilles in all his cane in hand glory. "Connor, how did the mission go? And how was hunting?"

You looked at Connor as he glanced you. You nodded, letting him know he could speak first. "I still have to find William Johnson, but with the information Adams gave me, I will be able to."

"I see…Be careful, he is a strong man, remember he was recruited by Haytham."

Connor nodded. He knew perfectly of all the dangers.

"And what about you?"

"We…well, the tramps caught a lot of animals! Though I think I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Why is that so?" Connor asked. It was almost cute how he didn't notice the sarcasm in your tone.

"Myriam shot a poor deer in his eyes…ugh!" You shivered at the memory.

Connor shook his head. "It was a clean shot. The deer died instantly."

"Oh, I know…but still!"

"Time to eat. We don't want to waste the food Catherina and Diana prepared for us, now do we?" Achilles interupted just in time.

You three ate, casually speaking about how the day went. After finishing, Achilles locked himself on his room, leaving the house for you and Connor.

"You know…Achilles complained all morning about you burying the hatchet on the post," You giggled, remembering all the colorful words Achilles said.

Connor nodded. "Well…I could have used a tree…"

You laughed louder. "But oh well, I hope you remove it fast."

Your laughter died with your last statement. You did want Connor to save his people and Village fast.

"Thank you." He said, his tone sincere.

"No problem!"

He stood up, helping you with the plates.

"Uh…Connor?"

He turned around and looked at you.

"Uh…I…" You wanted to thank him for doing all he did for you…for being your friend, it was hard to phrase…

Connor was in front of you in no time. "Are you feeling alright?" He put his hand on your forehead, making you blush. "You are slightly red,"

"Oh…no. It is just-" You sighed loudly when Connor started to drag you towards the reading room.

He sat down you down on the couch. He looked around for some medicine. "Got it,"

He walked towards you and handed the medicine. With a rude "Eat it," he sat down beside you.

You rolled your eyes but ate the beyond not-delicious medicine. "Ugh, tastes terrible!"

Connor had to turn his head to hide his smile. It would not be polite…

You glared playfully at his failed attempt to hide his chuckle. Oh, you would get him later!