Heartfelt Revenge (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Chapter 1- Death.. And Life

A/N: Reader has a specific backstory, so I apologize ahead of time.

I hope you guys enjoy the story though!~
Your POV-

It was the fifth of March, the year 1770. All I saw were people crowding around my brother and I. When I adjusted my line of vision up and above the mobs' heads', I saw the blue sky and flying dots of white with gray. When I saw where they were all being thrown to, there was a line of British soldiers. The sounds I heard started with the crowds' shouts and yelling at the soldiers.

Then, a sound that startled us all. The soldiers started firing their muskets. One by one, there were gun shots followed by screaming and howls by the people around me. Instead of soldiers, there were plumes of smoke acting as their shields, coming from the gun chambers. The sounds were deafening and rang in my ears for I don't remember how long. The very next moment made me regret coming to this part of town.

My older brother fell to his knees with glazed eyes, looking straight at me. His hand over his chest, covered with blood. I was frozen on the spot, my face full of shock, looking at my beloved brother bleeding away, dead. A searing pain shot through my right arm. I clutched it with my left hand, and felt pulsating flesh, pouring blood. I looked at my bloodied hand and started to feel weak.

I couldn't hear, I could barely see, and as my vision faded, an old man near by steadied me. He quickly helped me out of the crowd to safety. The last words I remember coming out of my mouth before I blacked out were, "The British will never get away with this. They will pay for killing my guardian and family... Rest in peace brother."

As I said these words, the old man laid me in the carriage he had. When I woke up, I saw a boy around my age with Native American clothing and shoulder length hair. I blinked at him, but then drifted back to sleep.