Assassins Creed Connor Saga -

In 1804, a Mohawk elder told a story to his grandchildren. He spoke of a man in a blue coat and a white hood, who killed tyrants with his left hand and built cradles with his right. They asked if he was a hero.

Connor drove the blade home. Then he wept. Not for Haytham—but for the boy who once wanted a father to hold his hand. Assassins Creed Connor Saga

They fought in the rain. Sword against hidden blade. Pistol shot against tomahawk. In the end, Connor pinned Haytham to the mud. The Grand Master did not beg. He laughed. In 1804, a Mohawk elder told a story to his grandchildren

One night, Achilles coughed blood into a handkerchief. “You see it now, don’t you? The Assassins fight for freedom. But freedom is a knife without a handle. Everyone bleeds.” Connor drove the blade home

The American flag flew over a nation built on the graves of his people. Washington offered him land. Connor refused.

“You are a protector,” she whispered. Then the crack of a musket. Then silence.