People, can you believe I was free today! I took advantage of my free day and wrote a couple of chapters, yay! I still don't know how long hte story will be...anyway, please enjoy, don't talk to strangers, don't turn off the lights while seeing tv, wait for the red light to change, and leave reviews! :D

New friends

You were in your room. The ceiling was very interesting... Some months ago, six to be exact, Connor had destroyed all the tea, stopping Johnson from adding more taxes to the poor civilians. You had witnessed the conversation he had with Achilles. The old man believed it was better to kill Johnson, while Connor disagreed. You didn't know who you should support. However, something, at the very back of your head, told you that Achilles was the one right. It was frustrating. Stupid sixth Sense!

You almost jumped from the bed when you heard the door being rudely opened.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton! Ratonhnhaké:ton!" You peered from upstairs, watching Connor's friend.

"Kanen'tó:kon? Why are you here? Has something happened?" Connor asked.

"William Johnson has returned-" Kanen'tó:kon said. Your eyes widened. So, sixth sense was useful. "With all the money required to buy our lands. He meets with the elders as we speak. I have begged them to resist, but I fear he shall have his way unless you intervene."

"How is this possible? We destroyed the tea."

"The Templars are nothing if not resourceful. You should have heeded my warning." Achilles exclaimed. You frowned. This was going the wrong, and very wrong, way.

"Please, you have to stop him." Kanen'tó:kon put a hand over Connor's shoulder.

"Of course." He didn't need to be told twice. Both men strolled towards the door. "Can you tell me where are they meeting?" He asked while both of them walked out of the homestead.

You dashed downstairs, you wanted to help.

"And where are you going?" Achilles asked.

"I'm going to help Connor!" You said. If there was something, anything, you could do, then you would do it.

Achilles sighed. "Be careful, young lady."

You nodded, and waving at him, ran outside.

Connor had parted ways with his friend, now he was heading to the frontier, where he was told Johnson and the elders were. He felt something behind him, and with a fast movement, he turned around and pointed his hidden blade towards the intruder's neck.

You squeaked when a blade was put on your neck. You raised your hands in a surrender gesture. Connor blinked and withdrew his blade.

"[Name]? What are you doing here?"

"Helping you!"

Connor shook his head. "Go back home, this is dangerous."

"Oh, come on, trust me! I can help you!" Well, not even you knew how you could help him but it was worth the try, right?

The Assassin didn't know what to do. If he let you go, he risked your being. Then again, he knew that if he didn't, you were going to follow him either way. "Listen to me," Your eyes shone at his words as you nodded. "If it gets dangerous, you get away."

"Yay!" You screamed. [Name] 1- Connor 0.

Finally, you entered the frontier. Connor put on his hood, and motioned for you to follow him carefully. After ten minutes of climbing, running and hiding, you reached the meeting point. Kanen'tó:kon was there, waiting for the both of you.

You blinked as both men started to talk in an unknown language to you, so you opted to ignore them for the time being.

You just noticed when they stopped talking when they both turned to look at you. "Hey there!"

"Wait for me here, both of you." Connor said.

You blinked as he walked towards the edge of the hill. "What are you going to- Ah!"You ran towards where Connor had stood previously. He had jumped into the water. You looked down, sighing in relief when you saw the Assassin sticking his head out of the water in favor of breathing.

You turned around and glanced at Kanen'tó:kon. He just sat down. "Should not we go with him?"

The man shook his head. "It is better if Ratonhnhaké:ton does this alone. Do not worry; he is a very skilled man." Oh, you did not doubt that, but that didn't stop you from worrying about the Assassin.

You didn't know how much time passed, but you were smiling like a fool when you saw Connor walking your way.

"Connor!" You ran towards him, almost tackling him had he not been stronger than you. You hugged him without thinking; the only important thing now was that he was okay. Some scratches and bruises, nothing Connor couldn't handle.

The Assassin blinked several times trying to register what happened. He patted your head while you clung to him. "I was so worried, you stupid-" Your complains were silenced when you hid your face on his chest.

Kanen'tó:kon smiled at Connor. "Thanks, my friend."

Connor nodded back, still patting your head. "[Name]?"

You looked up at him, still hugging his waist. It was a rather cute image, not that Connor was saying that out loud. "Yeah?"

"Let's go home,"

You smiled at him and nodded.

A week passed since that. Jonson was dead, and Connor's people were no longer in danger.

You were cleaning the kitchen, while Achilles and Connor were in the 'training' room. You had noticed the change of attitude in the young Assassin. It was clear that, overall, he felt…regret. You wished you could do something to help him; it was painful seeing him like that, it was the same look your father wore endless times.

A knock on the door interrupted your line of thinking. You walked towards the door and saw a bald man with a letter. "Oh, thank you!"

You took the letter, that seconds after was rudely taken away by Achilles. "Hey!"

"What is it?" You paled when you heard Connor's voice behind you. How the hell did he do that without being discovered?! You did not even feel his steps!

"A request for aid from Paul Revere. Seems the redcoats are up to something in Boston. Guess you made an impression on the Sons of Liberty." Achilles said looking at Connor.

"They mistake me for one of their own," Connor denied, and then he looked at the mailman. "Please tell Mister Revere he has my sympathies, but I cannot help at present." The bald man nodded, and started to walk away.

"You might wish to reconsider." Achilles said, making the mailman stop. "John Pitcairn is mentioned by name."

Well, that seemed to make Connor change his opinion. "Where am I to go?"

"Mister Revere's house is in Boston. If you'd like, I can-" The mailman was rudely shoved away by Connor.

You frowned. "Mister, can you take me to his house?"

The mailman nodded, still a little shocked from the Assassin's attitude. "It'd be a pleasure."

Achilles shook his head. "This is dangerous, [Name]. You should better stay her-"

"Come on!" You shut Achilles up. "Anyway I have to go to Boston. Working issues," You lied.

Achilles sighed. "My warning is the same," He said as he entered the house.

You closed the door behind you and followed the bald mailman.

You were know walking through the busy streets of Boston. "Do you know what the problem may be?"

The mailman shook his head. "I was not precisely informed, but I am sure that if you keep following me, you'd find out in no time, ma'am."

You nodded, he was right.

The mailman stopped and signaled a house. "Here you are ma'am. I you'd excuse me, I should be off."

You thanked the man and proceeded to knock on the door. After a couple of minutes, a man opened the door.

"Yes, Miss? Can I help you?"

"Sons of Liberty?"