Who: Caleb and Siobhan What: Rebuilding Where: an island just above new york. Canada. Rating: pg-13 Status: Locked/Incomplete.
The castilian was being rebuilt, The city was still floating and still functioning. The Templars were getting refitted. It was not easy. He didn't want this. He had to figure out how to get the food. How to get everyone healthy. He had to run the banks on earth. He had no idea how to do that. Thank God he had help. He stood on the platform. The ley lines were a bit ruin most of them still worked. The important one led right to earth. The lines under his feet started up and he felt the pull and then the slide. Like he was in a tube. "Grandmaster of the knights Templar! I have no idea what I'm doing!" He said to himself as the bright light faded. He secured the small bag just over his hip. He adjusted his jacket and started to walk up the hill and past the trees. Normally being in the woods like this alone. Would scare him. He was secure in the fact that Victoria had trained him well. He was looking for Ravens. A nest. The Templars never hunted them. Then again the knights never really had ties to them. Not alot of records on them either. He was told he should go in with armed detail. He didn't go with it. One thing to set anyone on edge is to make it look it like a take over.