A/N: Hi there fellow assassins! So how do you feel after playing ToKW? If you you are disappointed, let me cheer you up a little: If they showed more of Connor's life in it, there would be no hope to seeing him in the next 's my opinion.
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The sound of crickets' chirping helped him to gather his senses and bring himself back to reality. As the pain at the back of his head started to ease, his ears filled with a high pitched screech. The only sources of light that illuminated the woman's pugnacious posture in front of him, were the apperent moonlight and an oil lamp surrounded by moths. She was hooded, yet the Mohawk could see her face covered in paint. It created a fearsome impression that one was standing in front of the death itself. But he knew it was the woman he yearned to see, as her black eyes resembled the night sky above them, and glistened with dark shade of summer leaves every time the flutter of moths' wings let the rays of light reach them. The way she was staring at him…confused and surprised at the sound of her name spoken by him. He was trying to find something in those windows to her soul…the answer to his question...and he felt it. His heart skipped a beat when she looked straight into his eyes. At that very moment, he was sure for certain, that she recognized him…that she remembered him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton made a careful step towards her, reaching his hand out just to make sure the woman in front of him was not an illusion. A mirage of the one he had desired to see so much…
"Aveline…it is you…"

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
Staring with a puzzled frown, Aveline tensed up and made a step back to keep safe distance from the man. She held her hand by her left hip, where a well known by him tomahawk with an axe-head in the shape of Assassin insignia hung ready within her reach. Ratonhnhaké:ton took of his wolf hood so that she could see his face. "Don't you recognize me?"

She knitted her brows, gazing intriguingly at him.
"I would definitely remember meeting you."

He let out a quiet sigh of sorrow. For the very brief moment, which seemed like ages for him, he had hoped to see her smile and rush into his arms. Instead, she still remained in a defensive stance ready to attack if he made any suspicious move. Ratonhnhaké:ton disillusioned and disappointed, moved back, not wanting to scare her, as he clenched his fists tight in the darkness.
"I am-"

"Aveline, old girl! Where you been? I was worried. You said you'd be back by sunset!"
Élise interrupted him, walking towards Aveline with her arms spread in a gesture of welcome.

"I made my way here as soon as I could. But I…"
Looking knowingly at her nonchalant friend, Aveline made Élise aware of her concerns.

"Oh, do not worry. He arrived today with a bunch of other guys. He's a friend of the old Faulkner."

"Monsieur Faulkner? Is he here?"

"Yes, we sailed from Boston in order to join forces with you."
At his statement, Aveline smiled at him kindly and apologized for her behavior. Even though her face was covered by smudges of black and white paint, the expression revealed her soft features. It warmed the warrior's heart and caused him to briefly lift a corner of his lips.

Élise gave her friend a pat on the shoulder and for the moment she knitted her brows worryingly. "I'm sure you had an exciting day, but you must be exhausted. We have much work to do tomorrow so you better get some sleep."
The Mohawk looked at the short haired woman with appreciation. She must have been waiting for the homecoming of her comrade all this time.

"I'm glad to have met you Monsieur…"

"Please, just call me Ratonhnhaké:ton."

"Ratonhn-haké:-ton…" Aveline repeated slowly, giving attention to every syllable she pronounced. Hearing her say his name with her gentle voice and southern accent caused a nostalgic feeling to rush through his veins. He recalled the first time she addressed him this way; how she stroked his cheek with her soft and fragile palm, quietly admitting that she preferred to call him by it from that day on.

"I am sure I will speak to you tomorrow. We have a lot of matters to talk about." Aveline said while walking past him, heading to the front of the mansion. When she was about to disappear behind the corner, she turned around giving a nod to Élise, to which she replied with a lazy wave and sent a polite smile to the warrior before leaving.

"Good night Ratonhnhaké:ton." He trembled at the sound, so soothing for his soul.

"To you as well."

Her words spoken to him under the silver moon, were repeatedly going through his mind, when he was lying in bed. The last thing he heard before falling into a deep sleep, was a distressful howl of a wolf calling out his mate…

Aveline promptly shut the door behind her. She stood against it, trying to calm her uneasy breath.
Her heart furiously pounding against ribs, like a prisoner held captive behind bars.
Who was this stranger who made her feel so uneasy? She was not afraid, despite him n anxious bolt traveled from her fingertips to every vein of her body. He seemed so familiar; and that was what frightened her. As he laid his eyes on her, she wished that she could just dive in those amber lakes of his; they looked as if they glimmered in a relief at the sight of her, but then became full of longing and sadness…She wanted to hold him close; to comfort him in her arms…
Aveline shook her head trying to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts about the man had just met. But his name…she was sure she had heard it somewhere…let alone she was sure she had said it before…; nonetheless could not remember where and when.
She walked up the stairs, to wash herself and put on her night wear before struggling to fall asleep still trembling.

The sun was shining through the branches, covered with green leaves. The tall and old trees of the frontier surrounding her everywhere she looked. Aveline looked like a wild rose in her long crimson
dress. She felt a light cool wind blow through the tunnels of tee-trunks; her curly ebony hair falling around her face. An eagle was proudly sitting on a boulder, piercing though her with his strict look. Its eyes somehow intimidated her. The bird spread the majestic wings and flew into the air. Aveline ran after it, as she felt that the animal wanted to show her something. Guiding her though the wilderness of the north, it flew between the branches of the tall trees. She ran across small wooden bridges and narrow streams, causing the hem of the red dress to soak with fresh and cold water. For a brief moment, she thought that she had lost the sight of her guide, but quickly found it seated on a branch, and observing something from above. Frowning, Aveline walked up to the tree the eagle had chosen as its viewpoint. Then, she hid herself behind the bole, following to the bird's gaze, and stood stock- still at the sight ahead of her.

The rays of sunshine cut through the ceiling of leaves like slashes of a saber, heating the ground of a small meadow. It was covered with light summer grass; here and there, colourful flowers turning their heads looking for the sun. On this beautiful carpet weaved by Mother Earth, two naked bodies entwined in a sensual embrace. Aveline wanted to turn around and leave this place, thinking she definitely should not see other people, sharing such intimate moment. But she couldn't. Her legs froze as though they grew into the ground like roots of a blossom and she was forced to peek at the breathtaking scene.

The lovers were holding each other so thigh, as if one wished to grasp the soul of the other. The man's muscular back arched every time he slowly and carefully rocked his hips, thrusting gently into his lover. She writhed under him in pure pleasure, wrapping her leg around his. Round spheres of her breasts perfectly fit into his tawny palms. The woman was so small comparing to him; his hands brought to mind loaves of bread. But his touch seemed timid and delicate, as if he feared that he might harm her slender body. Aveline gasped when she saw the muscular man's face. It was him. The stranger she had met earlier. Although he did not have the markings on his face, there was no way she could forget those deep eyes of his. They glimmered in the sunshine like amber when he looked at the woman he was making love to. Placing small kisses on her neck, he let out a deep groan, which traveled through the spine of the peeper in the woods.

This peculiar sensation traveled in tendrils through her entire body, causing her to dig nails into the tree-trunk. Aveline's breaths became shallower and shorter; her heart beating loudly in dismay, like the sound of djembe. She was confused, as now she found herself gasping for air as she felt something soft grazing her arms, her collarbone, her breasts, her waist…but there was nothing under the summer dress. She closed her eyes, letting herself go, as a pleasurable thrill made let out a voiceless moan. To her surprise, the sound of her own voice full of lust came out of the woman caressed by the native. Aveline only now realized that the person, trembling in bliss under the chiseled torso of the man, was herself…

Suddenly, the eagle spread its wings and dived to the ground, to materialize into the same figure, Aveline had been peeking from behind the tree. However, he was now covered in war paint she had seen on him earlier; his attitude confident. Without his wolf hood, Ratonhnhaké:ton stood next to her, his broad shoulders back, making his posture even taller than she remembered. He was shamelessly piercing her with golden brown eyes, filled with craving. Feeling intimidated, she took a step back. The warrior's lips had curved in a devious smile, before he abruptly approached and pinned her against the tree, eagerly kissing her.

Aveline woke up in cold sweat panting; shaking and full of burning sweet sensation, which rushed through her veins and bones. She looked around her bedroom. It was still dark outside; the mysterious blue light illuminated the walls of the room. She could swear that for just a brief moment, there had been someone standing at the end of the bed. The curtains flapping in the wind, like black sails of a ship in high seas. Calming down, she wrapped herself in the sheet and snuggled her cheek into the pillow. As she struggled fall back asleep, deep in the wild forest a wolf let out a longing howl…

Weird dream huh :3 ? I guess reading spanish writers' books makes imagination go crazy :)