AC3: Together

Chapter 4: Discovery

OK, after a long hiatus, I AM BACK! So sorry guys, Benedict Cumberbatch kind of disrupted my life with his cheekbones and his-WE'RE NOT GETTING INTO THIS. I TOLD MYSELF I WOULDN'T DO THIS.

Anyway, here is part 4! I wrote this all today because of the AMAZING comments I was getting. I haven't been on Wattpad for a while so it was such a surprise to come back and see them all, as well as the amount of reads and votes. <33 THANK YOU This story is dedicated to all of you who have read/voted/commented/all three! c: Please enjoy!

Reaching the edge of the frontier, you looked out on the vast expanse of land before you. Connor had been away for a while now so you had to do the stuff he did when he was here; hunt, check that all the people who lived on the Homestead had no problems and also check the boundaries of the area in case of any dangers. So far, there had been nothing serious and you were beginning to get bored of ordinary life with only Achilles for company. The old man never gave anything away about Connor and what his job was but you hadn't forgotten that first day and the eavesdropped conversation.

Your keen eyes scanned the perimeter for only a few moments before you turned away. A spot of white caught your eye as you turned and you looked back to see what it was. For a brief moment, your heart leapt and then seeing nothing, you turned away. I'm disappointed. Why am I disappointed?

As you walked home, you tried to figure out your sudden sadness. Deciding that you hadn't felt anything, you turned the corner to the Homestead and heard a yell echo from the house on the hill. 

"[NAME]!" 

You were already running, breath catching in your throat. What was wrong? Was Achilles OK? Had somebody got past her and found the old man? Smashing through the wooden door, you sprinted to the kitchen, already reaching for your dagger when-

Achilles sauntered downstairs behind you. 

"There you are. Where the hell have you been?"

You just gaped at him silently, eyes widened in disbelief. 

"You sounded like you were being murdered, you old-" Lost for words, you just shook your head .

Achilles gave the usual eye roll and poked you with his stick. "You need to learn the difference between when somebody is yelling for help or just plain yelling."

You gave up on the subject, tired of your friend's attitude. "What did you want?"

"We ran out of venison this morning. Go get some more."

"But I've been out all morning-"

"And now you can go out again."

"But-"

"You heard me. Go."

Giving up, you made an obscene gesture behind the old man's back and stalked out the door. You swore you could hear him chuckling as you slammed the door.

Lost in your resentment, you didn't notice Connor as you turned the corner. Running straight into him, you stumbled back quickly and let out a startled, "Oh!" 

Before you knew what you were doing, you were reaching out to hug him (for some bizarre reason) but you pulled up short as you caught the first proper glimpse of him. 

He was covered in smudges of dried blood, a look of tired triumph lighting up his gaze. His weapons were also coated in red and the way he stood was strange, as if he was injured.

"Connor! What the hell have you done to yourself?" You half-screamed, as you held out a helpless hand.

He just walked right by you and continued up the track. Forcing yourself to catch up, you half-ran as he strode along.