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Re: Ziio Lived

[dragonfire13]

This is also on AO3 under the username Dragonfire13
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She had been out hunting, that was what saved her, but not her son. Him and the other children had returned to the village from playing saying they had seen strangers in the woods. She would later be told that Ratonhnhaké:ton had been attacked by a man called Charles Lee, and she knows that name. Haytham worked with him, and she curses their names at night, curses that she had ever met him, but then she stops. Is she had never met him, she would never have had Ratonhnhaké:ton for the short time that she had.

Kaniehtí:io remembers running into the village the rabbits, and fox she caught dropped and forgotten as she heard the voice that will always haunt her for years to come. “ISTA!” Ratonhnhaké:ton screamed and she felt her heart stop at the desperation in his voice. She runs through the flames, pushing aside burning wood, ignoring the pain in her hands and feet as she moved closer and closer to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s screams. She sees him then, trapped between a burning wall and a large piece of wood that he couldn’t move. “Ista!” He cries again as he pushes.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton!” Kaniehtí:io calls and watches as his hands turned and saw her. The look of hope, and happiness at finding each other lasted for a few moments, as she ran closer, before a loud creaking noise could be heard over head. The roof caved in, flames burning around it and all she could do was watch and scream as her son was buried and burned alive. “Ratonhnhaké:ton!” Kaniehtí:io screamed but knew that he was already gone. She still tried to dig through the flames and only stopped when she was dragged away.

His last word “Ista!” would echo in her head for days, weeks, months, and years. Starting when she and other villagers dug through the rubble and uncovered his broken, burned, and very much dead body out days later. Ratonhnhaké:ton’s body was curled into a tiny ball, his hands holding tightly to the journal she had taken from Haytham, as if it could save him. All Kaniehtí:io could do was hold his broken body, and scream, while making the promise to kill whoever did this, whoever took her son from her.

Kaniehtí:io would later read the whole journal for any information, before burying it alongside her son. She hopes that wherever he is, his happy and not in pain.
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It takes Kaniehtí:io a few years and a journey with a spirit to find who will help her. His name is Achilles and she can see he has given up all hope, and is waiting for death. She, her understands the feeling, but she must do this before she can see her son once again. When he tells her to leave, tells her he won’t train her, and to go away. She refuses.

She is there in the trees, walking the old paths, hunting, and then fighting when a group of men come to rob the place. Finally he lets her in, agrees to listen to her story, and doesn’t say a word when she chokes and tells him about Ratonhnhaké:ton, her tears as she tells him, Ratonhnhaké:ton burned . He agrees to train her after that, without much of a problem and starts to tell her about who the Assassins are, and what they do or use to do anyways.

She will later find out after a few years of training and on the day of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s death that Achilles once had a child named Connor who died of illness. Then of the Brotherhood that came before, the Brotherhood who were like a family to him and some like his own children. He tells her of Shay and how although he had been right, he still killed them all.
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Killing her first Templar didn’t give her the satisfaction as she thought it would, but she did feel a little bit of the weight on her shoulders raise and leave as she marked a large X over the painting.
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Watching Haytham she says nothing at first, her jaw tightening slightly as he glances at her again . Finally she says “We have a son.” She can’t help but feel a little satisfaction when Haytham chokes and turns to look at her eyes wide, and not looking at all how he usually looks. “What?” He asks.

“We.” She begins slowly “Have. A. Son.”

Haytham just stares at her for a moment longer before saying “What is his name?” and she can see him doing the math in his head to figure out just how old Ratonhnhaké:ton is. Or would be if he had ever passed the age of 4. Kaniehtí:io stares at him in silence as if testing him with her eyes before finally saying “His name is Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

“Ragoonhkton?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” She says again and can’t help but roll her eyes as Haytham tries again. “Ra-doon-ha-ge-doon.” After a few tries she can’t help but be a little impressed when he managed to finally say his name correctly.

“May I meet him?” Haytham asked after a few moments and wonders to himself how he would deal with a full grown son, who most likely knew nothing about him. Her eyes became hard and cold as they were when they first came face to face hours again, and she hissed “No.”

Haytham paused, not wanting to fight again, but also he had a right to see his own son. “Ziio, I know there are difference between us, I know I lied to you, but he is also my son. I have a right to at least meet him, and he can decide if he wishes to see me more or not.”

“Meeting or even seeing him is impossible.” Ziio told him and watched the confusion appear on his face, before she says “Ratonhnhaké:ton is dead.” Haytham froze and just stared at her, the plans that were already forming in his mind about his son, were destroyed. “I-I am sorry, Ziio.” His words were filled with the truth he was sorry the boy had died, and the hope of meeting him was also gone.

“He died in front of me. I watched as he burned because of Charles Lee.” She snarled now, ignoring the way Haytham froze, rage falling into her words. The look of shock on his face can be seen as she growls “On your orders, Lee came and beat my son, before he burned my village and my son. And you're sorry!”

“I did not give any order of the sort! My orders were to leave you and your people alone .” Haytham quickly tries to explain and she can’t tell if he’s lying , but she also doesn’t care. The Templar order will all die.