Chapter 10

The more and more Eric dug through the documents, the more frightened and more worried he got.

From what Eric was able to gather, it seemed that arriving on the island shortly after the War of Independence, Cordelia knew that something was off with the island. Within about a year, the strangeness continues to escalate, until Cordelia couldn't sit idly by and decided to temporarily to don her robes again to help out.

That was where the journal entries ended.

The rest of them were a list of theories and plans, most of them well thought out. Of course, there wasn't many of them.

The last entry was a single piece of parchment, dated 'June 13th, 1799'.

The last day Cordelia was ever seen or heard from again.

It only had a paragraph of words, each word looking like it was scrawled in haste. Eric read the entry, biting the inside of his lip in worry as he read. When he was finished, he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.

"I know I promised not to get involved, Maya," He whispered to the empty air. "I know you didn't want Evangeline getting involved in the Assassins. But I can't just ignore what is going on in Griffin Rock. There are innocents here, Sis. I know you wouldn't want to me to leave them to their fate."

Silence was his only answer. Eric didn't really believe in an afterlife, but he did hope that his sister was listening, wherever she was.

"Okay." He muttered. The man took a moment to blink the tears out of his eyes and gather himself. Mentally pulling up the walls that he had let down for three years, Eric stood, his gaze lingering on the portraits of the dead men that his ancestor had killed.

There was no telling if some of the lower level men were used as pawns in the Templars' game, or if they were in it for the glory and the money. Maybe, hopefully, they were just doing what they thought they could do to help their families.

And, just because they were associated with the Templars, they became targets.

The same went for the Assassins, unfortunately. Anyone even remotely connected with the Order or Brotherhood would be targeted and eliminated with extreme prejudice.

"I hope this'll work," Eric muttered as he moved out of the room. He closed the secret door and made sure to seal it so that Evangeline wouldn't accidentally open it if she chanced to wander down to the basement when Eric wasn't looking.

As Eric started back towards the stairs, his eyes lingered on the bike. It seemed in perfect condition and, in the case of which he would need a quick getaway, the best thing.

He knew that it would be impossible to outrun vehicles that could transform into alien robots unless he had something that would help him get away quicker.

He sighed heavily through his nose, examining the motorcycle. Off hand, he could see that there were a couple of things that needed a tune-up, and he needed to wipe the rust that managed to accumulate over the years of storage.

But Eric figured the bike would be in good shape.

The three years of inactivity had ended.

It was time to get back to work.