[AN: Final chapter! Although to me it feels sorta like an epilouge, but oh well. Please tell me what you think of the job I did with the story, especially if you read to this point.]
Chapter 6
Desmond awoke slowly when the memory ended and he came out of the animus. The things he learned from the meeting in the canyon made him curious if that place still existed, and if Ezio or any other grand master called Altair back from that place. He expected not to the second question because there was no record of it anywhere and Altair for sure would be dead at this point. But he was still interested in finding more about this mysterious location where both of his ancestors had come together at. It was like the temple was calling to him to tread upon the stones where both Altair and Ezio had tread together. The thought of the temple and the canyon plagued Desmond for days while they were searching for memories to follow. Shawn kept having to shake him back to reality when his thoughts started to wander off to the temple again or to old documents containing the rumored directions to the canyon. Ezio, himself, had apparently left no record of the path he took to the canyon.
Finally he had had enough and ordered Desmond to take a vacation or something since he was not helping with the work on the animus. So Desmond discretely ordered a plane ticket to one of the most hostile areas in the world at the moment, hoping to be able to find this mysterious canyon.
He arrived in the Middle East luckily during a calm time and was able to hire a means of transportation for the few days he expected it to take to get to the canyon and back. Desmond had to rely on locations of ancient settlements as landmarks for finding his way there; so when a town or city was mentioned that no longer existed on any map, Desmond had to guess his way. Using the horses he had hired it took him longer than expected, but eventually he reached what he expected was the canyon. There was only one time battered entrance that looked even worse than it did in Ezio's time, but the same general shape was the same. Desmond picked his way through the entrance and found inside the open plain he had seen several times in the memories of his ancestors. But even with seeing it through their eyes the sight of the open area that was filled with greenery and the giant tree covered temple awed him. When he had last seen the plain it was only full of sand, but apparently the work of his ancestor had allowed plants to grow here once again.
Knowing immediately where he had to go Desmond ran towards the temple. He took the steps two at a time, rippling with excitement at what he would find behind the doors of the temple. Desmond pushed the outer doors open and ran the length of the hallway until he was a few feet from the door. He slowed down, his emotions changing to apprehension at what he was about to do, but with a rush of determination he thrust open the doors in front of him. Inside he came face to face with a man in a white hood who he never in a thousand years hope to ever meet.
"Welcome Brother."
