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Templar AU - for Mako
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lifescratchedRatonhnhaké:ton -- or Edward, as his European name was, so named after his long-departed grandfather -- lead a dual life. He had lived a peaceful childhood in the village, playing and exploring and learning as any child did. But when he turned ten, his father had taken over raising him, and it was from that point he taught him everything he knew. Of the Order, their ideals, how to think, how to fight, how to navigate in the world of the colonists and to understand it as they did. Edward had not wanted to be parted from his village, from his mother, but from all that Haytham taught him, it soon became apparent that the Templars had the means to protect their home more effectively than he or his mother ever could alone. The colonists were ever more hungry for land, and the power and influence of the Order could quell that, seize power, fight back.
It was a philosophy of absolute control, with no margin for uncertainty or disappointment. It appealed to Edward, although more often than not his father treated him with a certain cold distance, sending him away to instead work and learn from William Johnson. Johnson was liked and trusted by the Kanien'kehá:ka. Edward, now seventeen, had grown to respect the man, but towards the end of his instruction, he had begun to insist more and more that Edward would need to adopt Christianity, if he wished to truly become a full-fledged Templar. The result was an explosive argument between the two.
After that, Edward took his belongings and left the Mohawk Valley, making back for his father's estate in Virginia alone. Of course, when he arrived, his father was nowhere to be found, away on business elsewhere in the colonies.
Always away on business. Only there to instruct him, to give him guidance. And yet the fatherly gestures Haytham sometimes displayed -- those made Edward stay. Those, and the promise he would have the power to protect his people.
The days trickled by. He wrote to his father, to no reply as of yet. He read. He studied. He helped on the plantation and he practised his swordplay. But he was becoming restless, and one morning, when he was poring over a news article (some nonsense about a Tea Act causing unrest in the colonies), a servant barged into the room, breathless.
"Many apologies for interrupting you, Master Kenway, but there's a woman approaching the estate on horseback."
Edward looked up, eyes flashing impatiently. "Well? Who is it?"
"I don't know, sir, but I think it might be your mother."
What was she doing here? Already in a foul mood, he rose, abandoning the paper to go to meet her. He couldn't imagine why she would come all this way to see him, but he didn't doubt it would end badly.
It was a philosophy of absolute control, with no margin for uncertainty or disappointment. It appealed to Edward, although more often than not his father treated him with a certain cold distance, sending him away to instead work and learn from William Johnson. Johnson was liked and trusted by the Kanien'kehá:ka. Edward, now seventeen, had grown to respect the man, but towards the end of his instruction, he had begun to insist more and more that Edward would need to adopt Christianity, if he wished to truly become a full-fledged Templar. The result was an explosive argument between the two.
After that, Edward took his belongings and left the Mohawk Valley, making back for his father's estate in Virginia alone. Of course, when he arrived, his father was nowhere to be found, away on business elsewhere in the colonies.
Always away on business. Only there to instruct him, to give him guidance. And yet the fatherly gestures Haytham sometimes displayed -- those made Edward stay. Those, and the promise he would have the power to protect his people.
The days trickled by. He wrote to his father, to no reply as of yet. He read. He studied. He helped on the plantation and he practised his swordplay. But he was becoming restless, and one morning, when he was poring over a news article (some nonsense about a Tea Act causing unrest in the colonies), a servant barged into the room, breathless.
"Many apologies for interrupting you, Master Kenway, but there's a woman approaching the estate on horseback."
Edward looked up, eyes flashing impatiently. "Well? Who is it?"
"I don't know, sir, but I think it might be your mother."
What was she doing here? Already in a foul mood, he rose, abandoning the paper to go to meet her. He couldn't imagine why she would come all this way to see him, but he didn't doubt it would end badly.
