Rabbit in a Snowstorm (Connor x Reader) Prologue

Prologue

“There’s a boy in the barn.”

“What?”

“In the barn there’s a boy, Achilles.”

“Ugh it’s that boy from earlier. He won’t take no for an answer.”

“You weren’t mean to him I hope,” you said taking a bite of your apple.

“Not at first but he forced me too. What’s he doing?” You squinted through the rain, trying to focus on the boy.

“He’s just laying there. He’s not dangerous is he?”
“No, just a nuisance.”

“Achilles we might have trouble.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Hiding. From two men that just walked up. Thieves by the look of it. They’re talking to him. Looks like they’re telling him to leave……woah nice parry!” You watched as the boy dodged the men’s attacks leaping here and there and landing a few critical hits of his own.  You watched as more men came, none able to take the boy down.

“What’s happening?”

“He’s kicking their asses that’s what.”

“(y/n)….”

“Sorry…but it’s true.”

“We better go get him.”

The chair groaned as Achilles stood up and fetched his cane. He made his way out the door and you followed close at his heels.

When you neared the barn three of the men lay dead on the floor. The fourth man joined them but two other men soon made an appearance. Achilles walked quietly up behind the first and grabbed him around the neck. There sound of ringing steel filled the air and the next second the man fell to the ground. As the second man berated the fallen boy Achilles walked behind him and did the same. The sound of steel followed by a lifeless thump.

“Thank you,” the boy said.

“Clean this up. Then I suppose we should talk. (y/n), help him.”  You gave a curt nod and Achilles walked back to the house. You went to the first man, kneeling down to check his pockets. The rain made it a more difficult task but you managed to find a few gold coins and a, obviously stolen, silver handled knife. You were checking the remaining pockets when the boy said something that was drowned out by the rain.

“Huh?”

“I said are you being trained here?”

“I don’t think I’m at liberty to say at this point,” you said with a small smile.
“Why not?”

“Boss man hasn’t given you the all clear, so at this point that kind of information is classified. You might not be able to handle it,” you smirked.

“I just killed four men. I am sure I can handle it.”

“Oh wow, four men,” you mocked.

“And how many have you killed then?” The boy said with furrowed brows.

“More than four,” you replied as you finished searching the other bodies.

“I do not believe you. You are even younger than I am. It is unlikely you have even killed before.”

“Believe what you want,” you laughed. “This isn’t the first time thieves have come here. Now put these bodies on that cart while I prepare my horse. Then we can drag them to the trees and bury them.”

The boy did as you ordered and began placing the bodies on the cart. When he was done you returned with your horse, a young palomino. You began hooking the cart onto her saddle, offering her soothing words when thunder clapped above.

“There’s a good girl,” you said as you stroked her deep brown hide. “Let’s make this a quick trip yes? Be good and I’ll sneak some sugar cubes for you alright?” She whinnied in response. “That’s what I thought,” you smiled. You threw the two shovels you were carrying in the cart and began leading the horse to the trees.

“She is very beautiful,” the boy said as you entered the thicket of trees.
“Thank you. Achilles got her three years ago for my eight birthday after I begged and begged him.”

“What is her name?” he asked.
“Argo,” you answered. At the sound of her name her ears perked up and she turned her head towards your voice. “No silly,” you laughed as you gently pushed her head back. “What’s yours?”

“Ratohnhaké:ton.”

“That’s a lot of vowels.” Your brow furrowed in concentration as you tried to repeat the name. “Raa-goon-hogen-too?”

“Ra-doon-ha-gay-doo,” he repeated much slower.

“Ra-doon-ha-gay-doo…?” He nodded his head and you smiled.

“Ratohnhaké:ton! I like it. It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” he said with a small smile, a faint

blush appearing on his face. “And yours?”

“(y/n). (y/n)(l/n).”

“That is a very nice name,” he said. You smiled at the ground and took a few steps before stopping.

“This is far enough. We can bury them here.”

The rain was still pouring when you made it back to the manor. You quickly put Argo away and promised to return with her well-deserved sugar cubes. When you entered the house Achilles was sat in front of the fireplace, his dark eyes filled with concentration as he looked at the flames.

“You go ahead. I’ll be back in a moment,” you whispered as you scurried off to the kitchen. On the counter you saw the sugar bowl and quickly pocketed three cubes.

“You better not be sneaking sugar again,” Achilles warned as he heard your approaching footsteps.

“There not for me they’re for a friend!” you exclaimed as you ran out of the door. When you returned Achilles was talking to the boy. You slowly made your way into the room and stood silently against the wall.

“Anyway, who are you?”

“My name is Ratohnhaké:ton,” the boy answered.

“Right well, I’m not even going to try and pronounce that. Now tell me why you’re here.”

“I was told to seek this symbol.” He offered Achilles a piece of parchment, but from where you stood you couldn’t see what marked its surface.
“Do you even know what that symbol represents? Or what it is you’re asking for?” Achilles questioned.

“No,” the boy stated.

“And yet here you are.”

“The spirits said—“ he began but Achilles interrupted him.

“These “spirits” of yours have been harassing the Assassin’s for centuries. Ever since Ezio uncorked the bottle…Ah-but you don’t even know what an Assassin is, do you?” The boy shook his head. “Well best settle in, then. I’ve got a story to tell and it’s gonna take a while to get it all out. (y/n) come join us as well. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but you can never hear this story too many times.”