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Siren Song [ 5 / ? ]
(Anonymous) 2013-05-29 05:37 am (UTC)(link)The winters were fierce in the wilds--the wind frigid and biting, the snow heavy and deep. He was never able to quite shake off the cold that chilled him to the bone, nor could he forget the loneliness that he felt. Haytham’s bond with the people he now lived with was little better than it had been at the start, but somehow, he still felt more at home here than he ever had at the Homestead.
Davenport had been all too willing to help him move away from his property, an unhappy glint in the man’s eyes whenever they spoke.
To be quite honest, the Mentor’s disapproval of him seemed to have only increased since Haytham had been granted permission to use the Piece of Eden that the Mohawk kept. Haytham couldn’t make sense of it, and it was only when he’d voiced his bafflement about the whole matter to Ziio that it all clicked into place.
“He has never been granted the opportunity to hold, let alone use the crystal ball,” she answered easily, tossing more tinder onto the fire. When Haytham merely stared at her, Ziio smirked. “Achilles is a proud man. A certain amount of jealousy is to be expected.
“He probably thinks of you like an upstart.”
Haytham offered Ziio a wry smile that was neither here nor there, delving no further into the problems that plagued him. Oh, she was just about the only person who would speak to him here in the village, but despite their odd acquaintance, there were still matters that he kept close to him--first and foremost his doubts about coming here to the colonies.
After all, what had he accomplished thus far? Nothing.
Birch was lost to him, the trail gone cold, and there was nothing to protect this village from. No trouble befell this place. How long would he have to stay here until the amulet came to him? How long would it be before he could complete his task and return to his homeland? His entire being itched for action, for something--anything--to happen, because this idleness was surely going to be the end of him.
“Davenport has nothing to fear from me. I’ve no intention of bothering his Brotherhood more than I must,” he finally replied with a quiet sigh. Ziio quirked a brow, unbelieving, and shrugged her shoulders; Haytham could never shake the feeling that she thought him to be somewhat idiotic, and the thought made him chuckle dryly. “I speak the truth, whether or not you want to believe me.”
“Then what are you here for? Isn’t the amulet something the Assassins want?”
“He told you that much, did he?”
“He said enough,” she replied, but there was something odd about the inflection of her voice now, like she was hiding something. “There’s more to us letting you make use of the crystal ball than just having Achilles say a few words to us.”
“Oh?”
Ziio rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to be coy and ask if you have a question.”
“I wasn’t trying to be--” The look she gave him forced him into momentary silence. “I was told that I was to protect this village,” he finally said, exasperated. “But as of yet, I haven’t seen anything that needs protecting, aside from the Piece of Eden.”
She continued to stare at him for a moment longer before suddenly rising to her feet, offering her hand to him. Ziio had that same look in her eyes as she had when she’d first offered him a place to stay; Haytham still didn’t know what it meant, still didn’t know what it entailed. “I have something to show you.”
And without another word, she marched them out of the longhouse and into the cold.
Haytham grit his teeth against the weather, pressing one hand to his hat to keep it there, while the other clutched at his cloak, pulling it close. More than once, he sought to protest this sudden excursion, but the wind would always swallow his words, the cold instantly making him regret the decision to open his mouth in the first place.
Further and further away they went into the woods, and all the while, Haytham wondered where she was taking them--and in such a hurry, too. Hope flared within him, and he struggled to keep up with her, knowing all too well that he’d be lost in the forest without her guidance. At last, he felt her hand close tight around his wrist, and through the heavy fall of snow, he thought he could see a faint smile pulling at her lips.
Despite the cold, the press of her fingers against his skin was warm.
“Was it really necessary to come here now?” he asked irritably, when they took refuge in a cave, and Haytham could hear the exasperation in her sigh, could almost see her roll her eyes at him despite the inky blackness that surrounded them. “After all, what’s so special about--”
“Just wait a moment,” came her biting reply, and the warmth of her hand disappeared from his wrist. The sounds of clicking rocks filled the air, and then light flickered into life as Ziio worked the weak flame into a hearty fire; shadows danced across the rough walls--except... not all of the walls were of stone.
Deep within the cave, the surfaces were smooth and cool like metal, too perfect to be made by Mother Nature’s hand. Haytham smoothed his fingers over it, disregarding the native drawings on the walls, and his movements only stilled when he felt Ziio draw close.
“This place is a secret of our people.”
“Is there nothing more?” he asked after a moment, tracing a single fingertip over the circular hole in the wall. Whatever could belong here? Haytham narrowed his eyes at it before turning his attention to the woman at his side.
“Are you always so difficult to please?” she countered, her annoyance tempered with a note of humor; Ziio nudged him in the side with her elbow. Haytham had the grace to feign embarrassment at her comment, but he still felt the sharp sting of disappointment when nothing else appeared before him, when nothing else happened. All that could be said of these walls was that they had been made by Those Who Came Before--nothing more and nothing less.
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he said at last, forcing himself to smile and show some appreciation; Haytham doubted that she was fooled by his faked gratitude though. This... wasn’t what he wanted (what had he been hoping for?), but Ziio had given him this much, enlarged his understanding of her people just a little more. No, best not to linger too much on his disappointment; he must accept what has been given to him.
Haytham ran his hand across the smooth surface once more, focusing his attention to the added drawings this time. “Can you tell me about these?”
The shift in conversation caused Ziio to narrow her eyes at him, but she nodded, acquiescing to his request. If she disapproved of his behavior, she did not mention it, so she regaled him with the tales of her people as the shadows danced upon the walls and the wind howled outside.
By the time her storytelling came to an end, the storm had given way to sunlight--a new dawn.
Re: Siren Song [ 5 / ? ]
(Anonymous) 2013-05-29 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Siren Song [ 5 / ? ]
(Anonymous) 2014-01-08 08:37 am (UTC)(link)