AN: Hey guys! I know I posted this fanfic in my other account named, SilverStar09. Unfortunately, I forgot the password of that certain account so I have to re-post this fanfic again to continue it. Anyways, for those who followed this story before, thank you! And for those who have just discovered this fanfic, I welcome you and hope that you would enjoy this fanfic as much as I did when I wrote it! R&R pls.!

"Where? Where am I?" Connor groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He cringed when the bright light of the sun greeted him. He was lying down on the ground; he could feel the blades of the grass grazing softly against his skin and he could smell an earthly scent that drifted towards his nostrils. Connor tried to sit up. His head felt heavy and numb, Connor has no idea what happened. All he can remember is that he was just doing his usual job in hunting an elk through the American frontier. He doesn't recall a group of bandits that assaulted him and hit him in the head or even knocking himself out by falling from a tree. Maybe it has something to do with that bright light that appeared out of nowhere before he woke up on this leaf-carpeted floor.

"Maybe I'm just dreaming... Or not, everything just look real" the young assassin put his hood down and took a deep breath. Connor blinked.

Connor looked around, trying to distinguish where he was. He was convinced he's in the middle of a forest, rows of trees surrounded him, he can hear the flow of a stream not too far from him and the sound of drumming woodpeckers attacking the wizened bark of trees. All of it seemed normal; yet, Connor sensed that something doesn't feel right.

This time he forced himself to stand up. He decided to venture around, if he finds everything is alright, it may not hurt to go back to the Homestead. Connor walked his way through the thick undergrowth, twigs crunching under his feet. If felt odd though, Connor knew that he is not familiar of the place. It was rather impossible to familiarize yourself in a forest, but Connor always finds his way on getting back to where he is supposed to go. All he need is to find the highest spot he can find and try to look for his desired destination. But from the looks of this place, it seems like that the nearest viewpoint he can find is far too away from where he's standing on right now.

"My only way of getting back on track is too search for a road where merchant's caravans usually pass by. In that case, I can take a ride back to the city where the merchant is headed" he thought, considering the fact that merchants travel back and forth from one city to another.

Soon enough, the young assassin saw a dirt road with tracks are still visible on it. It is a sign that such road is used by caravans for trading. Connor sat by the edge of the road, leaning on the tree and rested his head on its bark. Patience was never Connor's best quality. From time to time, he would throw rocks aimlessly with a big frown painted on his face or even plucking furiously at the grass just beside him. He can't bring himself to sing a few shanties his crew sings at the Aquila for he never really paid attention to it. It wasn't long until he'd given up and fell asleep under the shade of the tree.

Countless merchant caravans passed through the road, no one even gave a damn about the man slumbering at the side of the road, not until a certain caravan stopped to check on the man.

"Oy!" an old man's voice rang through Connor's ears. He opened his eyes and saw an old man standing in front of him.

"Wha-?" Connor mumbled, and the old man rolled his eyes at the man in front of him. The old man was pudgy. He was wearing a typical clothing of traders roaming around the frontier. Connor can't distinguish much of what the old man looks like, maybe because the only light that was available came from the lantern on the man's hands.

"It's late what are ya doing here? Ya don't have a place to stay?" the man inquired. His sharp accent just caught Connor's attention. Connor looked at the sky, he can't believe it was already late, stars are already sprinkled on the navy blue sky.

"I'm waiting for a trader to pass by this road. I was hoping that I could join the ride just up to the next city. From there I'll just see what I can do. I'm a bit lost." Connor explained as he tried to stand up and dusted the dirt from his clothes. The moment he looked at the man, Connor was towering the old man, due to their difference in their height. The old man gave a toothy grin, though a few of his teeth went missing and Connor did not dare to laugh at the man. He doesn't mean to be rude in his mind.

"Ya take a ride with me. I'm off ta Boston tonight. Ya can probably stay in mah wife's sister's inn there. Just like what they say, Boston's a place full of big possibilities." the old man offered as he motioned Connor to the caravan. The young man can't help but feel glad at the same time feel a bit embarrassed. He was never used to be aided by other people before. In fact, he was the one who always runs to them whenever they are in trouble. Connor was a man who can stand up on himself; he grew up without depending on other people.

"Umm... Thank you, sir. For helping me" he mumbled as he took his seat beside the old man who readied his horse. The old man heard Connor and gave a light grin.

"Ya don't have to thank me, it ain't everyday ya see a young lad sleeping beside tha road. Tha name's John Plum, at ya service" John reached out his arm for a handshake. Connor shook his hand hesitantly. He was quickly reminded by the first time he had a handshake with someone. It was with Samuel Adams. The guy Achilles entrusted to get him out of Boston when all of them had their eyes on him. He grew quite accustomed to such interactions.

"My name's Connor" he said with a smile but the old man gave him a questioning stare as the caravan started to move.

"Ya don't have a surname?"

"Well, I'm a bit hesitant in using it... I just use it when it's really necessary" Connor reasoned out. He never really formally used his father's surname, probably because he doesn't know much about the man. Judging from his latest encounters with him, he wasn't really that kind of father that will go on warm and loving to him upon knowing his son's existence. Maybe that's just the kind of man his father was.

"Well, I won't force ya if you don't wanna tell. I say, ya must get some good ol' rest there. It's gonna be a tiring day tomorrow once ya got to Boston" John suggested and Connor nodded in agreement. It was probably best if he take a rest. Despite napping under a tree earlier, he still felt tired and lacking sleep, even though he just slept. It may not hurt to follow the old man. Thus, Connor closed his eyes and went to sleep.