Correspondence

by Kingsdaughter613

In which a series of letters between two great opponents proves that history is never simple and that great respect can exist between enemies. The formatting issue has been fixed, and this is actually readable now.

1. Introduction

Introduction:

Canada, 2020

Shaun scowled as he looked around the cavern. "This is a waste of time. What does Miles think we'll find here that we couldn't sequence from Connor's memories?"

Rebecca shrugged. "I'm with you. But Bill thinks there might be something we're missing after Io:Nhiòte's birth, so here we are."

The two looked about the cave, before beginning to search through the ancient refuse.

"Found something!" Rebecca suddenly crowed, an hour later.

Shaun cursed as he leapt to his feet. "Bloody hell, Rebecca! Warn a guy, would you?"

"Sorry, sorry." She couldn't help grinning though. "Didn't know you could jump so high, Shaun."

He glowered at her. "What was so exciting anyway?"

"This." Rebecca held up a yellowed envelope. "I found it in that old rucksack. It has a Templar seal."

Shaun's eyes sharpened. "From Haytham? That predates Connor's marriage, then."

Rebecca nodded. "That would be my. Still, I wonder what he had to say?" She opened the envelope, careful not to damage the contents. Scanning the missive, she suddenly stilled.

"Rebecca," Shaun asked, with barely concealed concern, "what did he say?"

Rebecca shook her head, recovering from her surprise. "It's not from Haytham, Shaun."

"Then who-"

"It's from Shay Patrick Cormac, Grandmaster of the American Rite."