A Chance of love

Chapter 11: A Chance of Love

Haytham Point of view
9 months later
After my search for my sister Jenny in Europe, I recently found out that she was being held in Turkey by the Ottoman Empire. Holden explained everything to me in the letter, Jenny was sold into prostitution! It was such a tragic fate that my half sister was suffering. However me and Holden managed to find Jenny and I rescued her and got her our of the wretched place.

However what Jenny told me struck me to the nerve, she told me that Reginald Birch was the man who sold her into prostitution, and he was the one who had my father Edward Kenway murdered. I somehow failed my father in more ways than just one, meaning that I just discovered that he was once a assassin he was once part of the brotherhood.
This pained me knowing that I am the grand master of the Templar's, I bet my father would be cursing at me inside his grave, telling me what the hell I've become.

So now I attempted to drown myself in work, luckily for me the French Indian war kept the order busy. Demanding my full attention, and allowing me to spare very few moments to feel guilty. Even though after returning to the colonies I have purchased an estate in Virginia, it could hardly be called my home. This day they brought me to Massachusetts, specifically to the little town called Lexington having taken care of my responsibilities and I spent the night in the town. I headed back to Boston little did I know that I wasn't going to make it to the city in the nearest couple of days.
Haytham Kenway journal February, 1756

The day was sunny with very few clouds visible on the sky, there was no wind and the forest that I was riding through was unnaturally quiet. Which is why when a loud moan came from behind the bushes, growing at the side of the road.
Haytham: what on Earth?
I muttered under my breath, as I stopped my horse and listened. A couple of seconds later I heard another groan, even louder this time clearly feminine and clearly painful.
Haytham: hello?
I called and dismounted off my horse.
Not really giving it much thought, I headed more or less in the direction from which the voice came. Now instead of moaning there was a loud wail, I hesitated for a second then cautiously crept around the bushes I pulled out my hidden blade just in case.

About fifteen feet ahead of me someone was leaning against a tree, a woman dressed in distinctive Mohawk clothing.
Haytham: excuse me Ma'am are you-
I stopped as she turned around, the shock that appeared on her face including my expression as well.
Ziio: you!
She sneered in disgust
Haytham: Ziio?
The sudden unexpected joy I felt upon seeing her again, but made me forget for a second. That the last time we spoke, Ziio threatened to kill me for good.
Ziio: I warmed you
She began, but then she screamed silently bending in half. Also I noticed that she was clutching her stomach, as if she'd just received a punch.

It was then when I notice that something about her wasn't quite right, glancing at her midsection I realised. Ziio is with a child! So she's found another lover! I thought as I was jealous to who was Ziio new lover. Also judging by the pain she was clearly experiencing, her state wasn't going to last much longer. Instantly I approached Ziio feeling as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and I raised my arms to support her but she soon pushed me away with an unexpected strength she still had.
Ziio: I... told you not to... come back... ever!
She growled
Haytham: I know Ziio, but now... let my help
I insisted, and again she pushed my hands away once again.
Ziio: help!  I don't need your help.. you've done quite enough!
She said sarcastically
Haytham: Ziio please... let me take you to Lexington, you cannot stay here!
I signed heavily
Ziio: I said I don't need your help!
She closed her eyes and let out another silent wail, as she clutched her hand on a tree branch.

Haytham: for gods sake woman! I'm not going to let you wander here alone, in your condition!
I cleared my throat, as she snorted
Ziio: pregnant is the word you're looking for, big smart Haytham Kenway is afraid of a silly little word.. who'd have thought?
She muttered something in Mohawk words, seizing her rounded stomach.
Haytham: that's it!
I circled her waist with one arm to support her, she was probably wanted to spit out another insult. But she was busy with clenching her teeth and trying not to scream in pain. I tried not to think about her much when I was in Europe, I can't say I was particularly successful, and I suppose that some small not very bright part of me was hoping in a way. That when I return to the colonies, Ziio anger will have passed and I'd be able to find her and maybe make everything right.