Rise (an Assassin's Creed 3 Fanfiction)

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Useless Flowers, and Hostile Negotiations

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Useless Flowers, and Hostile Negotiations

It was surprising that only nine days had gone by and so much had happened to me already.

After the Tea Party, Connor and I returned to the Homestead both feeling a bit of victory, hurt, and failure. We stopped William Johnson from buying the land where Connor's village stands, the hurtful words we said to one another still linger in the air between us, and unfortunately, Johnson was still alive.

The snow was lifting and spring was right around the corner. Knowing that would come next was harder than I expected...

We found Achilles sitting on a rock overlooking the bay below. The Aquilla was floating soundlessly on the waters at the docks, evening was falling over the horizon painting the sky with fire. A deep blue and purple that the sun could not touch lingered above signaling nightfall. The last rays of light casted a glow over everything and mixed into the blue ocean waters.

"It is done," Connor said walking in front of Achilles' view.

"Johnson is dead?" he asked us without looking up.

"No," I muttered. "He retreated when we destroyed the tea."

"Only to hatch some new scheme, I'm sure," Achilles said. "You should have killed him." Achilles almost sounded disappointed in our work which made my heart sink a little.

"The was no need," Connor said. I could tell his heart had sunk a little too.

"Time will tell if you speak the truth."

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I still can't believe I witnessed and took part in the Boston Tea Party," I said to Connor.

It was two days after we had returned from Boston. Achilles said we were on a "temporary vacation," and could do and go as we pleased. So after a few early morning hours of hunting, Connor and I sat on the white railings of the upper balcony on the back of the manor looking out over the Homestead. It was a beautiful day and the snow was finally gone along with the cold and pain of the Massacre.

"I did not think it would be so impressive to you," Connor replied as he looked around the homestead.

I shrugged. "It's one thing to read in a textbook, but another to actually witness." Connor nodded in agreement although I'm not sure how much of what I said made sense to him. "I do have a question, though." 

"Hmm?"

"Why did you give me the last crate of tea?" I turned my head to look at him. I caught him grin and this time, he had no hood to hide it.

"You know my own story better than I do," he began. "I wanted to see what would happen if I... changed it."

"So instead of doing what I did that night and stealing the victory and financing from Johnson, you let me have it just to prove a point?"

Connor met my eyes, "You are rewriting history, Riley. In a way, it was never meant to be told. I want and need you to help me finish what I- we started."

I blushed and gave him a small smile which he returned. I liked it when he smiled at me.

Suddenly, we heard quick footfalls from below and the sound of someone calling my name. Norris stumbled out of the trees looking a bit breathless. 

He looked up at us panting. "Riley, I need your help."

I jumped down off the upper balcony railing landing easily on the ground in front of Norris who looked a bit surprised at the height of my jump.