Parting Ways

Chapter 1, Lost in the Forset

Assassins Creed 3 fan-fiction

I DO NOT OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED 3 (or Connor unfortunately) BUT MARIAM AND AMY ARE MY OWN IDEAS!

It was a cold Christmas morning and I had just finished opening up my presents. I had made my way upstairs to my computer to transfer my music files to my new android tablet that was held in a leather case, one side with slots to hold the tablet the other with a keyboard and a plug to plug it into the tablet, I had just finished when I started to feel strangely drowsy. It was strange as I had been having plenty of sleep, was under no stress and it came so suddenly. With my hand still firmly gripping the mouse I scanned around my computer screen, as I swayed in my chair the cursor went into the bottom right corner, but for some strange reason I clicked it as if it was supposed to wake me up. The only thing it did was reveal the AC3 poster of Connor dramatically running through a battle field, making it my last thought as I collapsed back into chair expecting the cushioned back to catch me, but it didn't.

"Mariam? Mariam! Oh my gosh Mariam, wake up!" At first I could not recognise the voice. Someone then started to shake my shoulder, I lifted my heavy eye lids open as someone lifted my head, I groaned as my vision started to clear up. I noticed long, shiny, light brown hair draped over my chest and stomach. I looked to the face and a slender jaw line and bluey-grey eyes locked onto mine.

"Amy? Trees," I said in between breaths "so many trees. Why is it so cold?" She looked at me with relief and chuckled a little.

"I thought you were dead or something!" Her eyes widened as she laughed breathlessly.

"Why would you say that?" I quickly realised why when I went to sit up. I let out a grunt in pain. She pushed me upright as I turn around to see a sharp yet small rock in the ground with a small pool of blood, soaked into the snow.

"That's why." She said, as a tall tanned man towered over us. I could not see his face properly as his face was only a silhouette as the sun shone brightly from behind him though I could clearly see a quiver full of arrows and bow on his back, a flint pistol in a holster around his waist and some sort of axe thing in his hand.

"Is she your friend?" he said in a deep, un-amused voice. My friend answered in a voice that scared me, the undertone was saying 'please trust me' and 'don't hurt her'.

"Yes, yes she is."

"Amy," I asked with a serious yet confused voice "what are you doing in the middle of a winter forest, better still, why am I in the middle of a winter forest?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, the only thing I can tell you, is that I was like how you are now." The man started to rummage through a small bag, he handed me a cotton padded gauze bandage for my head wound.

"Thank you," I said starring at his large callused hands "who are you?" I said not intending for it to sound ungrateful, but it probably did. Before he could answer Amy interrupted.

"Don't you recognize him?" I squinted and starred at him some more until I gasped.

"No," my friend nodded in excitement "no! That's Connor-freaking-Kenway!" I screamed in a hushed voice. Connor stared at us like we were mad women (though we probably seemed like that at the time) "That's it! This is a dream! This isn't real!" I blurted out without a seconds thought.

"This isn't a dream," my friend said as she pinched the underside of my arm "you can't feel pain in a dream!"

"Yeah I know! I've already got enough pain with the giant gash on the back of my head, but thanks for adding to it anyways!" I hissed back at her.

"Well you'd think a giant gash in the back of the head would be enough wouldn't ya!" she retorted.

"Can we get a move on please?" Connor grunted. Amy just glared at him with a look saying 'yeah, just give me second!' as she pulled me to my feet.

We started walking along a winding path that seemed to go on forever. There was an awkward silence between us (me and Amy) and Connor. He was walking about 5 paces in front of us when I asked.

"Connor, where are we going?"

"To the Homestead." He answered, only partially turning his head towards us.

"How far away is that?"

"About two days walk from here." When we had to stop, not for a break, I could handle walking; I did my Duke of Edinburgh for goodness sake! What I could not handle was my hunger or the cold. I shivered and sneezed and so did Amy as Connor searched for berries for us to eat as our stomachs growled with hunger. He handed us the berries and we slowly ate them one by one as we walked, when he noticed the state we were in. We were hardly prepared for winter hiking all I had was dark skinny jeans, a dark long sleeve t-shirt and blue converse, all Amy had was light baggy jeans, a pastel yellow t-shirt with short sleeves and grey vans. The only thing that stopped us from paying too much attention to the stinging cold snow was our little jokes, we were constantly whispering about him, of course he knew we were talking about him as every time he turned to listen to our conversation we would suddenly stop, we laughed every time he turned around and grunted, we took great pleasure in his irritation. We giggled at little jokes saying 'imagine if was in the real world, he would be replacing David Beckham in underwear modelling, the women would be buying the underwear just to gawk at his picture' etc. We then wandered onto a more serious topic as I asked.

"What if he asks about where we are from, if we tell him we're from England he'll kill us but if we explain that we're from the future England he'll think we're nuts and leave us!"

"So then we lie, Mariam."

"Are you stupid Amy? Have you any idea what we could jeopardise if we lie, like his help in getting home!"

"Well we have to tell him the truth, but only if he asks." We nodded in agreement.

We walked and talked for another hour our two when Connor said

"It's getting late, best we camp here for the night," I smiled with glee thought Amy grunted, she hated camping "you two are to stay here, sit down and don't move, I'll go get some fire wood and something to eat." As he said he would, he came back with a large amount of fire wood under one arm and three dead rabbits grasped in the other. He placed them in the middle of the empty space, pulled out some flint and steel from his pocket and started to roast the rabbits on the fire. Meanwhile I and Amy had cleared a space for each of us to sleep on. We shuffled closer to the fire, and Connor handed us a roasted rabbit each. I gladly took mine though Amy looked in horror at hers.

"What's wrong Amy?" I asked even though I knew exactly what was wrong, it's strange why people do that, like when someone says 'are you okay?' even though we can clearly see they are not okay.

"I am NOT eating that." She said in disgust.

"Why? You have eaten rabbit it before, you ate some on that school trip when we pretended to be World War Two evacuees, remember?"

"Yeah, but that was in a pie! This is just gross!"

"Wow Amy, who knew you were so girly!" You see, Amy and I were the two 16 year old girls in school who didn't get along with the other vein girls that were busy trying to get boyfriends, because we didn't want any, so we got along with the boys more, which made those girls hate us, all because we were tom-boys. After teasing her for a good 5 minutes she finally started to eat the rabbit. We both noticed Connor chuckle slightly at our antics. After the whole rabbit fiasco we started talking and then singing Foo Fighters –The Pretender. Connor took a clear interest to the lyrics, un-surprisingly. Then I suddenly became jokingly sad and sniffled.

"Hey Mariam, what's wrong?" Amy asked.

"I don't have 'Big Rochelle' with me."

"Big who?" Interrupted Connor.

"Big Rochelle is my eight-stringed electric guitar." He looked at us like we were crazy, but it is understandable as we were from about 200 years in the future.

"I haven't even asked you who you two are properly, where are you both from? All Amy has said is that you are from a long way away." Amy and I looked at each other nodding in agreement that we would tell him the truth. We held each other's hand expecting the worst.

"Connor," I said with a dry throat "when we tell you, you must not get angry with us," he looked and listened to us intensely "we-we're from England," he held fist clenched as the other reached for his pistol "but you must listen to us when we say that the England we live in is completely different to the one you know now," I motioned for him the ease his hand away from his gun "the England we live in now is peaceful, there is no more war between America and Britain, America is free!" His eyes widened a little when I said that.

"Prove it!" He demanded. I looked over to Amy as she gave her nod-of-approval, telling me it was ok to tell him whatever was needed. I breathed in deep, scared of the consequences.

"Your real name is not Connor Kenway, when you were a boy you were attacked by a man called Charles Lee, your village was burnt down by redcoats and your mother, died." He became angry when I said that.

"That proves nothing!" He yelled in a hushed voice.

"Well what am I supposed to tell you? I can't tell you your whole future or I might end up changing it but if it's of any consolation, you kill Charles Lee" I said hushed as to not arouse attention.

"How is that supposed to prove your point, you could be lying!"

"I could be but Achilles gave you a chance, you should at least give us a chance, please." I pleaded with all of my heart.

"How do you know Achilles?"

"I don't know him personally, but I know of him and you, I even know of Ezio and Altair." We did not speak for the rest of the night, Amy and I slept on one side of the fire, Connor on the other side. The night was cold, but not because of the icy wind.