Dreamcatcher [ Connor Kenway x reader ] Assassin's Creed III fanfic

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When you saw him for the first time, the both of you were just little children. It was not common for colonists to get in touch with native citizens from the Mohawk settlement. Despite of that, this little Mohawk boy was different. He always liked to break rules and not respect authorities. You still remember that day like it was just yesterday. You were travelling with your parents to Boston when your carriage stopped by the road near from the woods; it was the place where you spotted him for the first time. The movement from the bushes caught your attention and even thought you were scared a bit, your curiosity got the best of you. When your parents were not paying attention, you stealthily walked from the road towards woods into the wild.

You scared him a little bit. Perplexed, he quickly backed away, there was still a little distance between you two, but this time he set his eyes on you as well. Your eyes were boring into each others', both of you too young to understand everything that was going on around you. Too young to understand the differences between the two of you, the differences between your race and social status. That time you were oblivious to what would become of him when he'd grow up. He was oblivious himself, you were just two little children scared and shy and when you heard the voice of your mother calling, you left him without a word. There was no time to goodbye or getting to know each other. The only goodbye you could give him was the last glance his way with your innocent childish eyes. There was a spark of interest inside of you. He was so unusual – his exotic dark skin and those strange clothes, they were so different from the robes that were worn by people you knew.

You didn't dare to tell your parents about what you had seen in the woods. He was your little secret. You gave up on a hope to see him ever again, but the sight of his face and wide eyes were still in your head for a very long time. Those chocolate-brown irises were haunting you during the whole ride to Boston.