Assassin's Creed III : The Ghost Secrets

Chapter 1: The meeting

          Hey guys! 😄🖖🏽 Just started this whole fanfic thing going on! Never done it before but..whatever. Anyway, Connor Kenway is one of my favorite Assassins ever! Just tell me what you think of the story in the comments.👍🏽 If any thing needs to be fixed just let me know. Enjoy guys! 😉🎉🎊

           1780- Ratonhnhake:ton (Connor Kenway) was walking in the frontier on the way towards Boston. The morning was bright and it was in mid October. The air was a bit chilly but Connor's Assassin robes warmed him a bit. He had finished his morning hunt and was headed to Boston to look for more Templar plans. But while he was on the way he heard galloping behind him. He turned and saw that it was a Mohawk native warrior. The warrior was tall, about Connor's height. He looked down at him and said, " Greetings, Ratonhnhake: ton. I am Dáwánseitwasé. I have come to tell you that a ship with the Red Cross has come to take more land from the Iroquois. Our people can not fight them alone. You are instructed to meet at a tavern just beyond the north hills with a man by the name of Watson."
           Connor replied, "Yama(Thank you). Tell our people I will do as they ask." Then the warrior rode on. Connor began to run at a fast pace down the trail. He had not realized that the Templars were still strong in the Colonies. The Templar influence on the Colonies had to come to an end. It was time for the Assassins to make a rise to freedom. But first, Connor needed to stop at a shop.
As he walked in, the shopkeeper looked at him strangely. Connor progressed in the shop and looked around. The shopkeeper said in a deep voice, "What'll it be, boy?" Connor answered, " I'm looking to sell some furs, bones, and meat." "Well, what are you planning on selling?"asked the shopkeeper. Connor revealed three rabbit hides, two pairs of elk antlers, panther claws, bear claws, beaver pelt and tail, wolf pelt, deer hide, and pig hide and brisket. The shopkeeper analyzed the items and finally said, "I'll pay you £2500 pounds for it all." Connor nodded at the fair price and handed them over. As he received the money he said, "I would also like to buy somethings too." Then the shopkeeper offered Connor to look for himself at the items. Connor saw a few lock picks, some hunting snares, a few more arrows, another rope dart, and some ammunition for his flintlock pistols. Then, as he paid for his items, he took some free foodstuffs for the road and left.
Later, he was passed the north hills and he saw a tavern called, "The Admiral", and entered inside. Connor continued to wear his Assassin hood over his eyes and looked around for the contact. But then, from behind, someone said," Hello Ratonhnhake:ton. Or is it Connor now?" The voice was feminine. Connor looked behind him. He saw a beautiful native girl of his age with straight, long, dark hair, decorated with a feather, and an outfit that revealed her figure. On her waist she wore a belt that held two flintlock pistols, a sword, and a tomahawk, like he did. He said her name, "Eva!"
She giggled at his surprised facial expression, and said, " Yes, Connor. It's me." Connor was overtaken with happiness. He knew her from when they were children in their Mohawk village. Connor had so many questions to ask her. "Let's sit down," she happily suggested. Then the two went to the nearest table. Connor wanted to know all about her life since they parted.
"Where do I start?"she said," Well, after our village was burned by the white men, and you just left us-". Connor understood why she would emphasis when he left to be an Assassin. He had done it quite suddenly. "I had grown up in the village still. Then, after a couple years, I ran across one of the members of the Brotherhood. They taught me the ways of the Assassin and I finally found the reason why you left us. To save us from Templar grasp. The Templars are strong and powerful in the Colonies. And a few crazy events have been happening around the Frontier. As the end of harvest season has come, the hallows have been arriving." "The hollows?"asked Connor in curiosity.
Eva said with another idea in her mind, "Have you noticed the many pumpkins in town? The dark fogs of the October nights? Or the mysterious rumors of murders that have occurred lately? The hollows are the times when the ghosts of the past dead roaming the streets and grounds of the living. This is also the time when the colonists move into native tribes haunted territories." Connor shook his head. He asked, "And Eva, what do you propose we do about this?"
The beautiful girl smiled and replied, "We are to go to a farmer by the name of Stevenson. He lives not too far from here. We can go as soon as you're ready." Connor moved in his chair and said, "I'm ready if you are." Then they both went out of the tavern, went to a nearby stable, hopped on a couple horses and rode off to their destination.