Desmond's POV

I open my eyes and groan, a splitting pain prominent in my head. As I try to move my hands and feet, I feel ropes cutting into my skin.

"Where the hell am I?" I mutter. The room I'm in is nothing more than a broken down shack, and the only light comes from a small oil lamp and some cracks in between the wooden boards.

"So you finally woke up, huh?" asks a voice from the shadows.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I demand, struggling against my bonds.

"What are you doing with Ratonhnhaké:ton? Why of all people did he choose you?" asks a different voice. As he says this, two men step out into the dim light, weapons in their hands.

"You wouldn't understand if I tried to explain why I'm here," I say.

"I'm sure we would. Now tell us, why are you with Ratonhnhaké:ton?" asks one of the men. He holds a spear to my throat and I swallow with a bit of difficulty.

"Why do you care about me or him?" I ask.

"That's none of your business," says the second man.

I hear a door open and cool air fills the humid shack.

"I believe it is our business," says a voice. The figure walks in and I grin when I see that it's Connor, tomahawk in hand.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton!" they exclaim, dropping their weapons.

"Alawa! Delsin! What are you doing with Desmond?" Connor asks, a light smirk on his face.

"Nothing! We were just talking!" the first one says.

"Does talking involve knocking him out, kidnapping him, and tying him to a chair, Delsin?" Connor asks.

"Uh, no! This is all a misunderstanding!" the second says.

"Shut it, Alawa," Connor says. Alawa shuts up, and Connor chuckles.

"Alright, now you two can either run away now, or I can put arrows in both of your faces. Your choice."

Both of their eyes widen and they scamper out of the shack like timid mice. Connor pulls a small knife out of his robes and slices the ropes. They fall to the ground and I rub my wrists.

"Thanks Connor," I say.

"Anytime, bud. What did they want?" he asks.

"They asked me what I was doing with you and why I was here. Pretty basic questions."

"I figured it would be something like that. Alawa and Delsin have been causing me trouble for a while now."

"Anyway, let's get out of here. I'm starving and my head hurts," I say.

"Let's go!"

A/N: Alawa and Delsin are my own characters that I added for conflict. And sorry for not updating for a while, I have such bad writers block.