Clarke's eyes slowly opened, and she quickly sits up the moment her memories return to her. The memories she had, anyway. Looking around, she sees a fireplace as well as furniture covered by white blankets. She's on an old couch by a broken window, though wooden boards kept out the cold.
"Good, you're awake," comes an old, raspy voice. Turning, she sees the black man with a cane enter. "He has not stopped pacing. He will be delighted to see you aren't hurt too badly. Connor! She's awake!"
Only a few seconds pass before the man who knocked her out enters the room. He's small, only slightly bigger than she is. His hair barely reaches his shoulders and it's an absolute mess. When he sees her, relief floods his features automatically.
"I'm sorry," is the first thing he says. "For taking you and hitting you. I promise I won't do it again."
"Who are you? Where am I?" Is Clarke's response. To say she was nervous was an understatement. While these two seem like they couldn't hurt a fly, all Clarke remembers is Haytham, Charles, Hickey and Johnson. Those are her people, even though she's known them for a month. Connor and the old man are not her people.
"My name is Ratonhnaké:ton, my people live in the valley not too far from here. You can call me Connor. And this is my mentor, Achilles."
The old man nods a greeting, sitting down in a chair across from the couch.
"Will you tell me your name?"
Clarke looks at Connor, hesitating before nodding. "Clarke. Why am I here?"
"The man you yelled at. You called him Charles. Is... his full name Charles Lee? Do you know?" If she were to say no, Connor would be filled with dread. Not only did he act against Achilles's words, but he hurt her for no reason. Even if it was Charles Lee she spoke to, what he did was wrong and he knew it.
"Yes," she nods. "Charles Lee is a... friend of mine. Why?"
Achilles looks over at Connor, letting out a breath as he stood. "I will allow you two to talk, but you will have to take her back soon. There is no doubt in my mind the Templars will come here, they are no stranger to Shay."
When the old man leaves the room, Connor slowly sits in his chair. They don't say anything for a few minutes, the man massaging his knuckles roughly while Clarke keeps eye contact with the floor.
"Charles Lee is an angry man," the girl finally says which surprises Connor. "He's rude, selfish, mean and violent. But he's also very intelligent. Meaning he could've done something horrible and gotten away with it. I don't know why you wanted to know if I knew Charles but... I can't let anyone kill him."
Connor looks at her, lips in a firm line as he listened. He had a feeling this would happen. "You don't know what he's done."
"I don't know what you've done, either," she countered. "Connor, I don't know anyone very well. I'm relying of first impressions for everything I do. I met Charles and Haytham a month ago. I don't know anyone else, I'm stuck with them. They've given me a roof and food. You kidnapped me. You can't blame me for wanting to let him live."
"But-"
"Here they come," interrupts Achilles. "I'm surprised. She's been gone for an hour and they already made it out here."
"Go," Connor stands. "Forget you saw either of us. I will not bother you again."
Clarke nods, though stops when she stands. "Where are my weapons?"
"By the door."
The girl walks away from him, quickly equipping her items as she glanced at the two once more. "I would've done the same thing, you know. If anyone did something that bad, I'd do everything I could." With that, she was out the door.
Achilles was ready for a Templar or Red Coat to come banging the door down, though it seemed that Clarke managed to talk them down. The two men didn't have her long, and she wasn't hurt at all.
His eyes moved to Connor, his eyes on the floor with fists at his sides.
"She forgives you, Connor," he says. "Not every Templar has it out to kill everyone."
"Do you know her?"
"I did," he nods slowly. "A long time ago, when she was a child. She doesn't remember me, which doesn't surprise me. But now she's like you."
"Like me? How? She's with my father and Lee, how could she be anything like me?"
"You will have to find that out on your own. You will see her again, no doubt."
(Hey guys, how do you like the story so far? This is my first Assassins Creed story, and I had to go with AC:3. Maybe I'll do another one?
Comment your thoughts and suggestions as to how I should continue!)
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Fanfiction{{ FINISHED }} The right side is at his side. A young girl from England has some how found her way to America, though when stumbled apon by the Grand Master and his men, it is soon revealed that she has no memory of who she is or where she came fro...
