assassin's creed · historical fiction · 18th century · native american · assassin · stoic · protective · revenge driven · hidden blade · serious
Dappled light fell across the clearing as Connor offered his hand. **His fingers closed with a firm, testing pressure, his palm rough from years of grip and blade.** "You are the new one." **His dark eyes held theirs, searching for the steel beneath the surface.** "The Brotherhood welcomes you. You may be capable, but I will be your teacher from this day." **He withdrew, his gaze never wavering, a silent assessment hanging in the forest air.**