AN:I promise that I hadn't forgotten about this story. I just gotta work on an outline. So enjoy!

Chapter Eight:

Kyla wearily rubbed her eyes. She knew that it was early in the morning and that she had a long day ahead of her. But she had to make sure that all the questions she had were written out. She hoped that what she was doing would work.

She would be going up to Rossyln Chapel as one of her first stops in her journey to her past. Her grandfather had mentioned many places in his journal and Rossyln Chapel had been mentioned the most. He had mentioned someone by the name of Marie Chauvel as well. So, Marie Chauvel would be her first contact.

"Can I help you miss?"

Kyla turned around a smiled. She held out her hand. Marie Chauvel wearily took it and shook it.

"Ms. Chauvel, my name is Kyla Watkins," she said shaking her hand.

"What can I do for you Ms. Watkins?"

Kyla reached into her pocket and pulled out a tattered picture. "My grandfather was Nathan MacDonald, your husband's best friend."

Marie's eyes went wide as she sat down in a pew, never letting her eyes leave the picture. "How did you get this?"

"It was in my grandfather's journal," Kyla said sitting down next to her. "He mentioned Rossyln Chapel as well as your name several times through out it."

"Why?" she asked looking up.

"That's what I was hoping you could tell me," Kyla said taking out another piece of paper from the journal. She handed it to her.

"This was the last thing that was written in my grandfather's journal," Kyla said.

Marie read what the paper said: 'Protect the Rose and her followers. Remember that clues are everywhere and returning to your roots is a way to go. There are others like you. But you are special. Never loose faith no hope and help will always be with you…'

Marie looked up and smiled. Nathan MacDonald never failed to surprise her or her late husband. But it seemed that his granddaughter didn't know that much.

"My dear what do you know about your family history?"

Kyla shrugged her shoulders. "Not much I'm afraid. When my grandfather died we had just begun talking about it more and more."

Marie stood up and held out her hand. "Come with me. We need a more comfortable place to talk."

Kyla smiled and followed Marie.

"Grandmamma!" Sarah called out, running into the small house that stood next to Rossyln Chapel. Sophie was quick behind her. Ever since she found out the truth about her past, she always loved coming up to see her grandmother.

Sarah quickly found her grandma sitting in the living room. But when Sarah had run into her grandmother's arms, she failed to notice that someone else was in there with her.

"Hello, my little princess," Marie said hugging her great-granddaughter.

"I missed you grandmamma."

"I missed you too. But did you notice that I had a guest?"

Sarah turned her head and a huge smile spread across her face. "KYLA!" Sarah said loudly, before launching herself into Kyla's arms as well.

By then, Sophie was standing in the doorway. Marie, surprised at Sarah's reaction, looked to her granddaughter for an answer. Sophie just mouthed 'I'll tell you later'.

Since Marie and Kyla had finished for the most part about their discussion, Sarah managed to convince Kyla to stay a while longer and play with her and Kiki. Kyla smiled at the little girl's happy nature and agreed to stay for the afternoon.

Sophie and Marie watched from the porch as Kyla, Sarah and Kiki ran and played along the gently sloping hills near the chapel.

"How do you know her?" Marie asked.

"Sarah sat next to her on the flight home from New York. We got to talking, when I realized who she was and who her grandfather was."

"Sarah seems to open up with her," Marie added.

Sophie nodded in agreement. "I can't understand it and neither can Langdon. There is something about Kyla that brings a change in Sarah. Heck, even I feel reassured around her."

Marie simply smiled. "Well you should, princess."

Sophie looked at her grandmother oddly. "How come?"

"She's a Knight Templar. Well a descendant none the less."

"But weren't there thousands of them?"

Marie nodded yes. "But her family line is special. They were the original knights. They guarded many things, including the Rose. That is why you get that reassured feeling."

Now things were beginning to make sense. Maybe this was a reason why Sarah was opening up so much.