The Meeting

This first chapter is called 'The Meeting' because of just that, Connor Kenway, an Assasssin, meeting this mysterious female that refuses to speak. His mission is to bring her back to her home, but just where is she from? They have to travel South until they reach their destination. When he reaches it, he can't believe what he finds. ConnorXOC


5. The Meeting-Chapter I Continued-

     This cave was very different than the previous. It was very small, having only room enough for the two of them. In saying that it was spacious enough for two people was a stretch. The girl lowered her head and crawled in. She placed a pelt on the ground, for the earth was moist. She peered upon the man down below on the flat terrain tying the horses off. He patted his stallion then lifted his gaze upward, making the girl scurry back out of sight. She couldn’t figure out exactly why she was always hesitant for the Mohawk to look at her directly, paying all his attention to her and nothing else. It always gave her the most uneasy feeling in her stomach that she very much disliked. It was a sickening feeling, as if she had a weak stomach and consumed spoiled food and was in the need to release it. This feeling she had never experienced in her life. Granted she had a suitor once before, but he never gave her this feeling of, well, she didn’t know what to call it. In her lifetime she had felt many emotions, anger, hatred, disgust, sorrow, and loathing. She could never remember any of those feelings leading to a reaction that she was now enduring.

     The while she was lost in thought, the young Indian Brave had made his way up the hill. His arrival had gone unnoticed. He sat on a rather large boulder outside of the small cranny that was being used as shelter by his quiet company. He rumbled through the girl’s leather bag. He retrieved his hand from the bag with a large orange held within it. He peeled it ignoring the girl in her entirety. He could care less about her in this moment. He was hungry and no one was going to disturb him while he ate. He looked up to the sky and noticed two large owls fly overhead not noticing the young girl poke her head out of the crevice. She walked around to his left side where her sack had been thrown and retrieved it. She too felt the sting of hunger as she reached in to find something to satisfy that hurt, all the while ignoring the rude man. As she made her way back to the opening in the hill, the hooded man spoke.

     “Be advised that I do not plan on sleeping in that hole with you. There is barely enough room for you, let along the both of us.” He stated as he looked down at an orange wedge in his hand, then up to her passing back.

     The girl shrugged and entered her as he called it ‘hole’, all the while wearing a very large smile. For she had smelled rain in the air for hours, and if he wanted to get wet, then that was his problem, and she could care less. That only meant that there was more room for her in the hillside shelter and less chance on her getting wet.

     The hours went by, and she had been awakened by a loud crack in the sky. Water was now rolling down the hillside, she scanned the area with her eyes to find her protector, but the rain was falling extremely hard that she saw nothing. She was a second away from sticking her head out of the opening when she came face to face with her companion. She froze unable to move any part of her body. The man was drenched, causing his hood to lie even further down on his face, and now all that was visible was his lower lip. She finally regained her composure and sat down upon the pelt and retrieved the other for him. She offered it, but he refused to take it. He took off his bow and propped it against the rock facing. He turned to face the opening of the hollow, sat down, crossed his arms, and dosed off to sleep. The girl only stared in disbelief, slowly shaking her head.

     He definitely had the Indian pride and stubbornness, just like the men in her tribe. They were all too proud to accept assistance from a woman, even less likely to express gratitude or admit that they needed help. Those emotions were not taught to Indian male children, they were only shown the weaknesses in these feelings. In that if those feelings were used by an Indian male, he would be considered weak, undesirable, and a disgrace to their families. She was all too familiar with this sort of male, and this type always left a very unfavorable taste in her mouth. The way they treated women like possessions and their female children were given less attention in contrast to the males was just as undesirable in her opinion. She became so lost in thought that she fell asleep.

     She awoke in the middle of the night with a jolt. She felt something touching her arm. She made sure not to move. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, she was shocked by the sight of what she saw. Somehow she was now laying and to her side was her Mohawk companion. He had placed his hand upon her arm, thus waking her up. She slowly grabbed his hand to move it away when suddenly it grasped hers tightly. She made no noise, preparing herself to hear what the man would say, but nothing came from his mouth. She slowly raised herself onto her shoulder and cautiously peered over to see that he was steadily breathing meaning that he was sleeping. She pried her hand from his and wrinkled her face.

     “Why would he grasp my hand like that? Did he confuse me for his woman? He definitely has a woman, for why else would he be so comfortable lying very close to me?” She thought to herself, “for I have not a man, and I find it very hard to be calm with one this close.”


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...