Assassin's Creed III: Return

1. A New Hope

Here's the sequel to Remembrance, yo! C:

Ooh I don't know if you guys noticed, but Remembrance was a Humor, Fan Fiction XD And this one is a Romance, Fan Fiction ;D OH HO HO *wink wink nudge nudge* I DON'T MIND MAKING THIS RATED R LATER, OH HO HO HO HO. (translation: Imma be working on lots of romance in this AH HA HA AHA HAHA HAHHAHAHAAHAUHhahAHUahHAUahHS)

I hope my writing shows how you, the reader, mature like over the "years". I try to make character development as logical as possible, even though most of these chapters aren't planned out. I like to improvise

And now, on with the story. 

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April 1775

It's been two years. The familiar atmosphere of Boston had the usual sea flair. You could actually taste the saltiness- and so you did. You took a deep breath, letting the air you loved fill you. Here you were- back in the colonies. And you couldn't ask for any more.

Walking amidst the crowds of people, you debated on two momentous options. Make your state incognito; nobody shall know of your return, as you think they'd have forgotten anyway. Or, return to the homestead first. As awkward and sentimental as it may be, you would possibly not regret it in the future.

You decided with the latter- it was less complicated. With a deep breath, you began your return to the homestead.

Upon arriving at the verdant frontier area of New England, you brought your fingers to your mouth and whistled. It took a few moments, but your trusty companion had arrived. Honestly, you didn't expect Frost to respond to your call. After all, it has been two years. The thought of how Frost wasn't just congenial- but faithful- made you sincerely beatific. You had ardently began stroking her sleek mane and snout affectionately, feeling your eyes already watering from the reunion. The mare was hearty and salubrious; you were glad that she was marvelously cared for during your absence.

Eyes shining and full of newly procured confidence, you had mounted your steed and spurred her in the direction of the homestead.

...

The homestead was quiet and tranquil, as it usually was. You dismounted your horse, grabbing her reigns in one hand and then examining your surroundings. It was afternoon, so you expected there to be at least some activity. But everything remained quiescent.

You slightly frowned and led your horse to the stables. After making sure all the horses in the stables had enough fodder and drink, you cast your eyes towards the manor. You left the horses and their stable and made your way to the front door. You pulled your hood down, and once you were face to face with the door, you took another deep breath. You rested your hand on the knob, and proceeded to opening the door. The knob did not turn; it was locked. You sighed, taking your hand off of the doorknob and then resorting to knocking. Nothing happened after one to two minutes, and so you decided to put your hood back up, give up and retire to sitting on an imposing but ancient tree. When you had turned to leave, you heard the creaking of a door opening, coming from the door in which you had knocked. You instantly turned your head and saw the old man, standing at the doorway in a daze and stupefaction. Simultaneously, you and Achilles had said:

"[Name]..."

"Achilles."

You shook your head, pulling your hood down once again to reveal your matured countenance, that of which belonging to a now respectable nineteen year old female. The things you had learned in England, the things you had mastered there... It had immutably replaced your former jocose and facetious personality with only the laws of discipline and devoted creed.