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

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12. The Meeting-Chapter I Continued-

     She peeked at him through the corner of her left eye. He seemed upset for some reason. She lifted her head and cocked it around to gaze at her company. She placed a hand on his arm, but he did not recognize it. What could he be thinking she imagined. Was it for her reaction? She was not stunned or hurt from his words at all.

     It was his touch. In the manner, he gently held her hand. As if, his hand was very soft velvet and hers even more delicate, any second being crushed by the weight upon it. This produced sensations that she had not felt in a long time. She had lowered her head for the shame of feeling this way about a man that obviously had no emotions for her. She felt like such a fool. Why did this man get to her? Since she met him, there was something about him that made her uneasy, untrusting, not of him, but of herself. She returned her hand to the horse’s reins.

     Connor thought to himself. “How could I have just touched her hand like that? I did it without even thinking.” He debated hard on his actions, in if or not he should apologize, when he felt light pressure on his arm, paralyzing him from moving. He could feel his pulse quicken and his heart begin to pump so loudly that it was all he could hear echoing in his ears. He could not find the strength to move. He took a deep gulp of air. Trying to muster any ounce of valor he had within, when she finally relinquished her grip.

     Connor turned to the girl that for some reason did not look upset or depressed. In fact, her expression interpreted as confusion. The girl raised her brows.

     “So you are upset by coming to your home?” Connor lightly spoke.

     She shook her head.

     “You are happy with the homecoming then?” He asked.

     She gave a nod in return.

     “By your reaction to my question, I thought that you…” Connor started.

     A small silent chuckle escaped her lips. She then rolled her eyes, followed by a halfcocked smile.

     Connor smiled, for he was fond of the faces the girl made that actually spoke louder than words.

     “Connor, come, talk with me.” Strong Wind called.

     Connor made his way around the girl that gave a nod as he left to accompany Strong Wind. The two men held a conversation that no one could hear, but the girl knew that he was giving him the tale of their reason for being here along with the dangers. She watched the two. As Strong Wind was one to talk with his hands, he was waving them around like a mad man.

     “Your friend is very quiet,” Hiding Turtle pulled up alongside the girl.

     “Yes, I like him though, quiet is good. Not like Running Fox,” commented Rolling Thunder.

     The woman looked down then gave a weak smile.

     “So, you ready to see your parents?” Hiding Turtle cautiously asked. “Seeing as it is almost time.”

     The girl shot her eyes at him.

     “Whoa, it is an honorable thing. If one day my daughter could unite the tribe, I would be very proud.” Hiding Turtle defended himself.

     She girl threw up her hand.

     “I understand, but she is only five springs old. If she were your age, Tender Deer would know and accept the responsibility. Not be reluctant.” The tattooed Brave spoke in a matter of fact tone.

     The girl pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

     “Just think about it, all the good that will come. I know that it doesn’t seem fair, but you will see.” Rolling Thunder placed a hand on her shoulder.

     She gave a weak smile and nodded.

     Seemingly happy with her answer the two Cherokees fell in line side of the two lead men.

     The girl sat in silence as all the men were in front of her deep in different conversations. She watched the huge rock come closer and closer, then fell into her own thoughts. “For the good of the Tribe, what do they know? Four Hunters and two Warriors, they know nothing of what women want. Even the Elders want this. ‘To unify the Tribe’ is all I ever hear. It is sickening.” She was deep into arguing with herself until she saw Connor lag behind the others, waiting for her to catch up. He started his horse to walk beside hers.

     “I am going to speak to your Chief, then, I present you to your parents.” He spoke as her horse walked close to his.

     She shrugged her shoulders in a careless manner.

     Connor chuckled, “then I’m leaving.”

     She threw up her hand as if she did not care, but that was the furthest from the truth. This bit of news devastated her to the point that she felt sick.

     “I just want you to know. My mission to care for you is over.” He stared at the oncoming rock.

     She sadly gazed at him, then slowly down to her horse. His words were stinging more than the sharpest blade.

     He looked at her, wanting to take back what he had just said, but it was already too late.

     The girl took off in a gallop, as so did the rest of her Tribesmen, leading Connor to follow in suit.

     “So glad to be home, young one? Let’s see if you can get there before me.” Strong Wind challenged her.

     She felt her pain from Connor’s words null as she accepted the contest.

     “Now, why does he do that every time? He knows that he gets beaten without effort on her part.” Running Fox complained.

     “Just look at her go, and she is already there. Look Running Fox, your friend is waiting on us.” One Feather laughed, pointing to the girl’s wolf.

     Connor slowed his horse as not to run into the other Braves. They had finally reached the bottom of the protruding rock. There lay at the bottom, the village. It was rather large, but seemed minuscule in comparison to the landmass overshadowing it. He admitted to himself that it was very beautiful.

     “Welcome home brother.” Strong Wind slapped Connor on the back.

     “Your home is a good home,” Connor replied still staring at the site.

     Strong Wind laughed. “Our home brother, our home, now come.”

 

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