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Golden rays that rained down over the city faded in lush oranges and pinks. The sun was setting over the town of Boston. As she promised, with her sneaking out in the early morning avoided her mother. Catherine spent the day exploring her home town. She was only a block away from where she promised to meet James.

Leaning against a brick building in an alley watching the busy hive of the Boston. The array of smells filled her nose, but the strongest smell was the fresh bread from the bakery. She knew it was too late in the evening for bread to be made, maybe for fresh stock tomorrow? She started to form a small craving for Mrs. McCree's sweet bread, the owner of the bakery.

The young girl wondered how long until James would be here while she shifted her pockets for a shilling. The air had a cold nip in the March evening. A fresh pack of snow had hit Boston early this morning and was still raining down onto her citizens.

The young Cormac kept warm with her overcoat and scarf that her mother bought her. It was a beautiful cotton green scarf with tassels hanging from the end. She didn't mind the cold, in fact, she always looked forward to the first snowfall every year.

The teenager kept her focus on the crowd of people who had a life of their own. Catherine loved the town of Boston to the very fiber of her being. She was fully aware of political issues, but she grew up here. The streets of Boston were her playground as a child. She even played in the underground tunnels of the city. The dark, cold halls were a popular place for her and James would play hide and seek. The other children were too terrified to even go down below.

After an entirety, James finally appeared weaving in and out of the crowd. Catherine fixed her position on the building, "You finally came. I was starting to doubt you'd show up." She smiled when he approached the younger girl

"Well, I had to finish my work on those horseshoes." James was a blacksmith apprentice. He had successfully made his status as a journeyman and started earn coin for his work. He had a promising career ahead of him.

He was a young man that was almost in his 17th year, he stood a few inches taller than the girl. James' eyes color shared the same of a forest. His thick brown hair was kept in a short stubby ponytail, so it didn't interfere with his work.

Catherine snorted through her nose when she noticed a smudge of ash on his face. She licked her thumb and rubbed his cheek to remove the speck, "I can see that, looks like you brought your work with ya."

James had a sort of bashful look, but quickly hide it before Catherine could see it. "Why not?" He gave a grin before other thoughts cloud his mind. "Cathy, I believe we might have a turning point today."

He had a deep hatred for the British parliament because of all the laws and acts they placed. Catherine and her Mother were lucky enough to scrap by. Her friend, James, his family lost it all, ended up losing their home. They moved into a tiny one bedroom flat for his mother and two sisters in Charlestown. James moved out to find work where he was offered an apprenticeship and housing. He sent whatever money he made to his mother, who lived in the southern district of Boston. He started working as an apprentice at the mere age of 12 years old.

With everything that was going on, there was one thing that never changed. His feelings for Catherine. When he would visit his mother once a month, she would always ask when he was going to announce his feelings for her. She was pushing for a courtship maybe even marriage in the future. She was only a few years younger but would make a wonderful wife and mother someday. Her birthday was around the corner, and soon she would be 15…his mother married when she was 16. Would it be wrong to spend the rest of his life with his best friend?

"Today, we are going to make our points known that we don't want the British parliament." Catherine spoke up distracting him from his thoughts.

"Your right, think about the damage they already caused… The death of a child."

An 11-year-old boy named Christopher Seider was in the crossfire of protest in front of a loyalist. He open fired into the mob. It happened only 11 days ago that was still in fresh in everyone's mind. Samuel Adams had arranged the service of the young boy's funeral. It was a very somber occasion with over 2,000 people attending. All Catherine could think about was the poor boy's parents as their son was an innocent victim.

Rose, had been worried about Catherine's activities with James ever since the incident. "I slipped out of the house this mornin before ma awoke. She worried about this."

James could understand his friend's mother worry. "Well, Your mother needs not to fret because you're in my safe hands tonight." She pushed off the wall and walked off with him.

Just for a moment, a thought lingers in Catherine's mind, that she should turn around and go find her mother. James would argue that it was just her nerves since it was her first protest, and shouldn't let fear run her life.

She was a mere girl of 14, what could she offer to this fight, right? According to James, everything, she was going to be of one out of thousands of people who stood for this fight. The air was filled with revolution. The very subject was a match ready to strike to start a spark on this powder keg.

Catherine hummed with the agreement. She did not obverse her stepping when they came to the curve that had a loose cobblestone. She slipped and fell through the air almost landing on her hip. A stranger quickly stepped to divert her fall. The stranger grabbed hold of her arm and yank her back before she could hit the ground.

Catherine looked up at the stranger with a mixture of shock and apparition to her savior. A young boy that was obviously a native, who looks to be her age, or maybe older. His dark brown hair was shaken out with a simple braid near his forehead. His tan skin was covered in a deerskin clothing with a white shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. Any local colonist would be baffled by the sight of the young lad, but not Catherine. She was glued to his amber eyes with curiosity on why he could be here.

Catherine smiled at the lad before giving her thanks. "I appreciate you catching me," She slipped her arm away back to her side,

where the boy quickly retracted his arm back. "You're welcome,"

So, he spoke the King's English, but that didn't surprise her at all. She had heard stores of the Indians and their local tribes. Not from her mother, but her father, who had has done business with them in the past. She was told that were very noble people, and needed to be respected as such.

While examining him, the boy couldn't help but have a quick look over her. She was different from the colonist women here and her voice….it had a weird accent to it that he could pick out. She could see the puzzled look on his face, "What's wrong? Never seen a girl before?" She asked in a smug, but teasing tone.

The native's face changed a red rosie shade, before speaking, obviously embarrassed he was caught looking. "No, I uh…never seen a woman from the colonies dressed like that before."

"I like to dress practical, and you can't very well do much in a skirt." She chuckled.

She held out her hand towards the boy. Ignoring James, who looked unnerved that she was talking to a Mohawk. Truth was that he was going to come to her rescue whenhe jumped in to grab her last minute.

"I am Catherine Cormac, but you may call me Cathy."

The boy looked unsure before he took it, "Rah…Connor." He seemed unsure about his name, but Catherine was not going to question the lad when he seemed to be wary of his surroundings.

James made a loud noise in the back of his throat, to get her attention. "I think it is about time we head onward, we did promise to meet up with the others fifteen minutes ago."

Catherine looked at James with strong annoyance before agreeing, "Yes we must, but thanks again Connor."

James put a hand on the base of her back to steer her away from the native, hoping soon that she saw the boy again.

Connor watches Catherine walked off with her comrade.

He walked away to go find Achilles after he had finished the task he was set out to go do. He couldn't help but give one glance at the red-headed girl.

Catherine walked away from the boy with James who seemed unsettled from the accouter, "I was close to catching you,"

"It's alright,"

"I don't trust natives,"

Catherine bit her tongue from lashing out at James. The horrendous rumors about how the natives were cannibals and murder anyone who came across them. Catherine learned to ignore them and just laugh. James, on the other hand, hated them….His father was killed during the French and Indian war.

Ahead of the young teenagers were a gathering crowd of protesters where they easily slip into the front of the crowd. A rock whizzed past the redhead. almost hitting the captain. She recognized the captain as Thomas Preston, he was a timed man, an honest one. He looked overwhelmed by the plight of the mob. He was trying to plead with the people to return home, but his voice was drowned out by the angry crowd.

"Oi! Go back to England, you lobsterbacks!" James shouted before throwing another rock at the troops. He succeeded his target when the rock his Captain Preston in the face who stumbled back.

Catherine felt slightly appalled by the actions of her friend. Yes, the rights of the colonists were being hinged upon, but these soldiers were humans too. There were only 4,000 soldiers in the city of Boston out of 15,000, which seemed to overwhelm the people. Jobs were scarce due to the soldiers looking for work since their pay wasn't well.

Focusing on the redcoats, their muskets were at the ready in case if anyone brandished a weapon. She did a quick head count to see that there were only eight soldiers, plus Captain Preston. Yet, there was a well-dressed man lingering behind the wall of soldiers. He was an older man in his mid-fifties.

He adorn a navy blue coat made out fine rich materials with a cloak over his left shoulder. He was armed with a sword on his hip and pistol on the other. A red waistcoat was under the coat with cotton white trousers. His knee-high boots that looked to be newly shined.

His age shown through the grey streaks in his hair. His crow's feet were prominent. His most defining feature was his cool grey eyes that showed years of experience.

Catherine study the nobleman when a wave of familiarity washed over her

Catherine looked up at her father as the ship began to dock. On the deck was a gentleman who was waiting to greet the captain. Shay kneel down to his daughter's eye level, "Can you stay by my side? Don't wander off…You've already scared the daylights out of me."

Catherine nodded, "Yes papa," She took a firm grasp in his hand. Catherine didn't understand why her father seemed so nervous.

Shay seemed to accept her answer before walking down the plank. The 7-year-old stayed close to her Father's side. He helped her down the plank where the well-dressed man was waiting for them, but Gist was already talking to him

"Sorry for the delay sir, we had a slight situation." Gist scratched the back of his neck, "more of a small one."

"A small one?" The well-dressed man looked passed the quartermaster towards the little girl that was standing by Shay. "I see…"

Her father wiped that nervous look on his face, "Haytham, you remember Catherine?"

Catherine smiled as she pulled her hand away from Shay and walked up to the man. "Hello, I am Catherine Cormac, it's my fault that my father is late, not his." She held out her hand to greet him. "Please to meet you,"

"We've met before. Though you were smaller." The older man changed his stern looking face to faint a smile, "All things considered, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss. Cormac." He bowed to her eye level to shake her hand. "My name is Haytham Kenway, tell me…how on earth did you caused his delay."

"I snuck aboard his ship, and was only discovered 2 days into his voyage…"

He hummed a small chuckle at the child. "That is very impressive for someone so young,"'

"Not really, it was easy because I fit inside a barrel."

Haytham stood back up, "Your daughter has quite the wit."

"I am afraid she gets that from her mother."

Haytham nodded. "I see…Shay, you can leave Catherine with the kitchen staff. I am sure they can keep a proper eye on her until after we finish talking."

Shay turned to Gist, "Gist, do you mind?"

"Aye Captain," He looked down at the little girl, "Why don't you find something sweet to snack on, shall we?"

She took Gist hand to allow them to walk away unaware that wouldn't be the last time she saw him.

Haytham Kenway

He had aged some since the last time she had seen him, but she doubted he would recognize Catherine.

She was able to maintain focus on Kenway even though her thoughts had drifted. Haytham was talking to a man in a brown coat like he was giving the man an order that Catherine couldn't hear. The fairly well-dressed man handed the other man a musket. The whole scene gave the young girl a suspicious feeling. A single gunshot could cause this whole situation to explode into a disaster.

Innocence could die.

She tried to get James attention, but he shouting along with the crowd. She decided on a last-second decision to slip away from James.

The Irish girl followed the man from a distance. A light hand grasped her shoulder which caused her to turn around on her heels to see the Native boy, Connor. She almost jumped out of her skin at the sudden grasp of her shoulder.

"You're following him too?" He asked sincerely

Catherine nodded, "Aye, something isn't right about him." She explained before going into any more detail.

Connor seemed to understand, "Stay close then,"

The man was unaware of the two teenagers that tailed him through the backstreets. When he would glance over his shoulder. The two dodged his line of sight behind an obstacle that impaired his view of them. Catherine was excellent at the art of stealth without ever using it. The man rounded a corner out of sight of two kids and was quickly making a quick pace to his destination.

In a slow concerted blink, Catherine's world faded into blues and greys. Connor was a glowing gold, which didn't seem odd, friends or family was usually a solid gold. Their target was bright red like he was tagged.

For as long as the girl remember she was blessed with this "sixth sense". One day she discovered it when she was a small four-year-old girl that lost Rose at the market. An overpowering urge, pulled the little girl to her mother. The mother hysteric about her being lost, but was so relieved to see her safe and sound. It took her years to figure out to have access to this vision. She mastered it by the age nine and was crowned master of hide and seek by James. No one knew about her extraordinary ability.

Catherine took point as they walked around the corner. They watched the man climbed a ladder to the rooftops of Boston. Catherine soon realized what Kenway had put this man up to do. Connor came to the same conclusion as her, he quietly ran after the man, following him onto the roof.

Catherine quickly followed the native with her vision still active. She could still Kenway, who was red down below, she could even see James. Another golden figure was walking towards him, it was her mother. She looked frightened and worried. Catherine felt guilt overridden her at the worried sight of her mother.

Catherine happened to look over to see the man ready to fire, her stomach became a twisted knot. Knowing her mother, and best friend was in the line of fire of the British. This man was going to spook the British and caused havoc. The troops would open fire on the crowd. All these thoughts compiled in her mind at once, but she was frozen in her spot unsure what to do.

Until Connor took charge.

Connor ran out of his hiding place behind a chimney. Pulling out his tomahawk that glimmer in the chilly Boston air. Blood splattered onto the snowy shingles as the man fell to his knees where Connor caught the man.

Catherine let out a sigh of relief, everything was right, everything was safe. She slipped out of her vision and went to join Connor to hear the man's final words

"Your plot has ended," Connor spat with a hint of victory in his tone.

The man cracked a smile, "Not Quiet,"

That was when Catherine realized that this was not over.

That is when she saw him

Across the rooftops from where they stood was a man dressed in an olive green coat with a wicked smile. He had cold wild eyes, which were filled with the thirst of desperation. He had a mustache that covered his cruel thin lips. He held a flintlock pistol that was ready and loaded. The words formed on Catherine's lips, but no sound came out of them, for it was too late.

BANG!

Catherine watched hopeless horror as the British troops fired upon the crowd, her mother was in the front. She had to do something, she had to get her mother away, but she was so scared that she was frozen to her spot. Catherine felt helpless as she watched her mother go down after the first line of fire.

There comes a time in everyone's lives where they should have never left the house in the morning. She rethought over and over her head if she would have just stayed with her mother. The world seemed quiet for a moment until she saw her mother hit the ground.

Catherine was able to regain herself from going into shock, "MOTHER!"

Connor quickly ran to her view grabbing her arm, "We have to go," They had been spotted by Kenway. He had pointed right at them informing the soldiers that it was them that had fired. Not the man with the cruel mustache. It didn't take her long to figure that Kenway and the man were on it together. Catherine needed to get down there to her mother. She didn't care if a thousand redcoats were in her way, she just had to see her mother. It should have been Catherine that was down there, not Rose.

"We have to go now!" Connor exclaimed

The mob of people was fleeing, while James stood by Rose trying to help her stand. Her blood was staining his shirt and was gushing down her dress as she leaned on him for support.

"Meet me at the Snowdrop pub by the harbor! It's a safe spot, I promise!"

Connor went to argue, but saw the panic look on her face. He nodded to show he understood her reasoning. The girl was unaware of the pain that Connor felt for losing his own mother many years ago.

Catherine took a leap of action as she jumps straight from the rooftops onto a vendors stall. The teenager rolled right off and onto her feet. "Go!" She caught Connor still looking down at her, but that was the only response she could give him at the moment as red coats came charging at them.

He dispersed from her line of sight, in her mind, she hoped that he would be okay.

Catherine ran through the fleeing mob to get her mother, but a red coat soldier stepped in her way to stop her. Thanks to her quick reflexes, she quickly grabbed hold of his musket and bashed him in the face quickly with one thrust.

She managed to push him to aside and kept running to Rose in which James had carried her mother down a side alley. Catherine quickly ran into their small hiding spot and fell to her knees at the sight of Rose, "Mother,"

She looked almost like a ghost with her deathly pale skin from the blood loss. Her lovely blue dress was now ruined with a large growing splotch of blood growing on her stomach. Catherine was scared to touch her, but only manage teary expression

James looked to be out of breath and terrified as her, "C-Cathy, what the hell?"

"I d-didn't do it…I am so sorry." She reached out to grab her hand

"L-love…" Rose took it and gave it a slight squeeze almost like she was telling her it would be okay. "I-I know."

"Ma…Shhh, don't talk, we will get you to a doctor." Catherine was on the verge of tears, but she had to stay strong for her mom. "Come on, James help me!"

James nodded, "There is a doctor not too far from here."

With James assistance, they were able to get Rose standing using him as a support. They slowly made their way through the chaotic streets of Boston. Catherine didn't know how, but they manage to avoid British troops who were looking for her and Connor. James had to pick up Rose bridal style as he carried her through the threshold of the doctors home. "We need help! We got someone who has been shot."

The doctor peeked his head out of a room and fixed his spectacles as he came into the room to see Rose. "Oh my, bring her into my office." James laid Rose on the table who was fading in and out.

Catherine tried not to sob, she was being held together by a thread. "C-can you help my mom?"

The man started his examination of her wound and looked pale. "I am unsure, it's close to her stomach, but I'll try my best to help your mother. Please wait out in the hall."

Catherine was frozen in her spot, but James pulled her out to wait.

The door quickly closed behind the doctor; leaving Catherine to pray for the first time in her life.