Assassins Stick Together

The Very Beginning

The rain poured down lightly on my head, the dark clouds covering my favorite feature of the sky. It was a very gloomy day, especially if I were to go on a trip with my father.

My father, Charles Lee, some men, and I were heading to a Native village for a small trip. It was supposed to be a secret trip. Everyone kept it secret from Haytham.

Haytham has always been more of a father then a mentor to me. I was referring to the Assassins. They all had been exterminated, or so we thought. For years, Haytham and Shay, the Assassin's turned rogue, have been out killing every Assassin in the Americas. Only one Assassin lived, but no one knew of him.

Oh, I forgot. I'm Connie Lee, daughter of Charles Lee. I never knew who my mother was. My father said she died giving birth to me and said that she left me the pendent I wore. It was a silver pendent with a strange pointy symbol on it. The year is 1760. I am about... four years of age? Maybe five years? I don't remember much from the earlier years.

Like I said, we were going on a small trip. The only reason I was allowed on the trip because my father said it was a bonding trip. Hah! That was more than just a lie. The trip was going to take two days. I wasn't so happy about it. I would miss all of my friends and my nice warm home. It wasn't at all going to be fun, but at least I would be riding with Mr. Hickey! He was a great friend. He always made me laugh and smile. Sometimes, we would go to the tavern and he would have ale and tell me all these amazing fantasy stories of Princes and dragons. He was like the big brother I never had.

"Mr. Hickey, will you tell me another story?" I asked, getting comfortable on top of the horse.

"Of course, I will. Alright, I'll tell you a true story this time. When your father and I were with Haytham at one camp, we decided to make a large fire. It was my idea, but it was so borin' at the camp that your father agreed." Hickey started, dragging the story on.

It was about time that we made camp. I was not at all tired, due to Hickey's story, but I agreed that it was late and I needed to get to bed.

"Alright Connie, it's time for little girls to go to bed." My father said, pulling me off the horse and over to the two men who was setting up a tent.

"Father?" Holding onto my father's neck, I asked quietly in a make believe tired voice.

"Yes, Connie?"

"I love you. I don't ever want you to leave me." I smiled, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

"I promise I won't ever leave you." He promised me.

That night, while everyone was asleep, I walked out of our tent. It was the night of the full moon. The moon was huge, the biggest one I have ever seen.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Someone asked.

I jumped at the voice, looking around in the dark.

"It's alright. It's me, Thomas." The voice turned into the figure of Mr. Hickey.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me, Mr. Hickey." I sat down near the dying fire, looking back up to the sky.

"Sorry, Connie. I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled, putting an arm around me.

It felt like forever that we stayed there, staring at the silver moon. It was an hour later that I fell asleep on Mr. Hickey's lap. When I awoke, I was on his back. Everything, at first, was very blurry. Soon, my eyes started to adjust to their surroundings. In front of us was a small Native boy around my age. He had brown, dry looking hair, gorgeous rough looking tanned skin, and these chocolate brown eyes. His facial features looked a bit familiar for some reason. Suddenly, my father picked him up by his throat. I perked up and jumped to the floor, but I was stopped by Mr. Hickey.

"Leave me alone! Let me go! Let me go! I need to help him!" I flailed around helplessly.

Mr. Hickey pulled me up off the ground and pulled me back over to the horses.

"Leave your father to his business." He said, sitting me on the horse.

I was furious with my father. I couldn't believe he was strangling that poor boy. It was only moments later when my father came back with the other men.

"Find the village."

"Leave the village alone, father!"

"Do not use that tone of voice with me, Connie!" He yelled, almost slapping me across the face.

I cringed, holding my hands up to stop him from hurting me. My eyes were closed tightly, my senses peaked. I awaited the slap, but it never came. Opening my eyes, I looked to my father, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I'm going to find him!" I yelled, jumping off the tall horse and rushing into the forest.

"Connie! Connie Juno Lee, get back here!" My father called. Of course, I ignored him.

Ten minutes have passed by until I reached the boy, but something wasn't right. The air was filled with smoke and getting thicker by the minute.

"Hello? Native boy?" I called out, looking around the trees.

I heard a small cough and looked to the floor.

"Are you okay?" I yelled, rushing over to him and helping him up.

The boy stared deep into my eyes while I was helping him. I could tell that his vision was not great. He whispered something in his native language and turned. Quickly, he started following the smoke trail. Yelling another word in his native language, the boy ran for his village, me following behind him.

"Oh no." I gasped. The native boy's village was completely on fire. I backed away from the heat, shaking lightly.

"You, pale skin. Why are you here? You must leave, the fire is spreading." A native man rushed his way over to me, taking hold of my hand and pulled me onto his back. Was that the last time I would see the chocolate eyed native again?