Hello everyone! Yes: two chapters in two days! A chapter a day keeps the crazy people who demand stories away. I hope you enjoy it; I actually think this is my chapter yet! Woopie!

Chapter Three: The Village

It had been two months since the meeting with Ziio, and Haytham had left the Templars. Charles didn't take it too well; he said that he had chosen a savage over the Templars. Haytham had then punched him, and he was forced to leave the Templars for good; no exceptions.

Spring had arrived in the Thirteen Colonies and the woods around Ziio's village had gotten considerably hotter. Haytham tugged at his collar as sweat beaded down his forehead as he made his way down the hill to Kanatahséton.

Haytham stumbled down the hill and tumbled into the roadway to the village. Rubbing his head, he reached for his tri-tip hat, and quickly jumped into a bush nearby when he heard the native villagers coming. One-a huge man with bulging muscles and a wolf pelt across his back-stopped and scanned the perimeter. He stopped on the bush Haytham was hiding in and rested his eyes upon it. A few seconds passed and he shrugged, walking into the village

Once the man was gone, Haytham breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from the bush. As he made his way to the village, he noticed how quiet it was. The only noise came from the children's feet as they chased each other around the village

"Halt, white man." He felt a spear pierce his skin gently. "Who are you?"

Haytham held up his hand in a surrender. "Haytham Kenway. I need to talk to-" The spear poked him and Haytham flinched. "You will talk to no one." Haytham shut up immediately.

The man holding the spear flexed and bore his teeth menacingly. He was very handsome, with startling light brown eyes, freckles, and raven black hair. He looked oddly familiar.

The former Templar sighed. "I want to speak with Ziio; only her. I-" He stopped speaking as the man pressed his spear into his neck further. "You will not speak with Kaniehtí:io." He continued to bare is wolf-like teeth at Haytham.

"Stop Chitraksh!"

An old lady appeared from behind Chitraksh. Her face was stern as she warned Chitraksh, but her eyes were deceivingly warm and friendly. Freckles were splattered across her nose, which was dainty and small. She looked unusually like Ziio.

Chitraksh looked at the old woman and opened his mouth to protest. The old lady clenched her jaw in frustration and, reluctantly, Chitraksh released his spear from Haytham's throat and pushed past him, knocking deliberately into his shoulder.

The old lady stepped forward. "I am the Clan Mother; who are you?" She looked curious, but her eyes said different.

Haytham felt a pang of annoyance at her faux curiosity. "You know who I am." He huffed. "Ziio must have told you about me."

The Clan Mother smiled. "Yes. She said you were stubborn." She turned around and muttered something to the elderly man behind her, who nodded and hobbled off. The Clan mother turned around and smiled warmly at Haytham. "Tarak will fetch Kaniehtí:io for you. Wait over there." She nodded her head towards Chitraksh.

It was a long, hard walk towards Chitraksh, and Haytham suddenly felt nervous. "What do you want?" he asked as Haytham stood beside him casually. Haytham shrugged. "The Clan mother sent me towards you." Chitraksh looked angry, but said nothing.

"Haytham Kenway, sir."

Haytham turned at the voice and saw the elderly man from earlier calling him. "Kaniehtí:io is here." He tilted his head towards the longhouse. "She is waiting for you inside."

Nodding, Haytham made his way towards the longhouse. Inside, it was very cool, and Ziio sat on a bear pelt bed, one hand on her swollen stomach. Her eyes flashed, as if pleased to see him, but she did not look entertained.

Haytham noticed her pregnant belly. "Ziio I-"

Ziio lifted a single hand, silencing him. "Haytham; why are you here?" she inquired. Haytham swallowed his nervousness. "I-I left the Templars." He muttered. Ziio pointed to face. "Is that the reason-?"

Haytham lifted a hand to his face and winced, remembering the fight with Charles Lee. "Yes. Charles Lee called you a savage, so…I reacted." Ziio's eyes sparked. "You punched him in the face because he called me a savage? I can fend for myself!"

The former Templar snorted derisively. "You weren't even there. Plus: you're carrying a child. Sure! You'd probably be able to teach him a lesson or two." He chuckled.

"I would; that Charles Lee can't fight to save his life!" Ziio laughed. Haytham laughed loudly. "Tell me about it! Pitcairn did all the work with me, but don't worry, I did feed him his teeth; he looks worse."

Ziio laughed brightly, but suddenly stopped, as if she felt like she shouldn't. Silence soon followed, and Haytham awkwardly sat down beside her, reaching for her hand and clasping it in his own. "I'm sorry, Ziio. About everything-" She kissed him on the lips softly. "It's alright; I missed you too."

Haytham smiled and reached for her stomach, rubbing it. "I should go…" He stood up and Ziio grabbed his hand. "Help me up, will you?"

Together the two exited the longhouse, ready to start a new life together.

The sappiness of this was overwhelming. I'm sorry. But for those who did not catch on, Chitraksh was Ziios brother. He is my OC so he belongs to meeeeeee...he belongs to me! Song reference there, haha. Please review, and I am thinking about starting some new fic about anything (read my portfolio on my account). I write about HP and TBBT and Warrior Cats and everything (that's it). Thanks again lovessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssdadgasdg