Time skip four hours. Dorm room

I lay down to try and think about what the fury had been talking about. Evidently I stole something. Though the question was what? I kept thinking for an hour or so. Grover had gone to go 'talk' to Mr. Brunner. Probably discussing what their next move was. Most likely back up. My guess, Chiron would go back to camp leaving Grover to handle me with a demigod or two. Though the question to truly consider was who they would send to school.

Most likely a child of Hermes or Apollo. They were the most plentiful if the legends and the rumors were true. I can't think here I needed to get out. I jumped up from my bed and got ready to hit the road. Most likely not coming here again. So I started to pack everything I had.

I pulled on a black long sleeve shirt, a pair of black cargo pants, black fingerless gloves with metal plates attached to the back and a gauntlet on my left hand. Then I threw my black hoodie. The outside was as black as a moonless and starless night. The insides were a blood red crimson color. I pulled out my backpack and stuffed everything I needed in it.

You see I loved my back pack. It was enchanted to hold about twenty times as much as I wanted and only I could see what was in it unless I wanted someone else to see. I then put on a pair of tennis shoes.

I sighed when everything was in place. The people here wouldn't even remember me by tomorrow. Well except Grover and Chiron. They would be the only one to know I even existed. This for me was just fine. I quietly opened the window and stepped out onto the ledge. I pulled the window down and launched myself backwards. I landed on a tree branch and steadied myself there.

I turned and ran through the branches of the trees. The faint light of the moon was the only light I had to go by. I honestly loved running through the woods during a moonlit night. Something about it just made me feel exhilarated. I ran until I reached the tall iron fence that separated the property from the rest of the world. I ran forward and flipped over the fence and landed on my feet.

I looked left and right down the road before sprinting forward into the woods. I ran up to one of the trees and climbed into the branches. I used the branches as stepping stones to get to the next tree. I ran for what seemed to be hours before I came to an old storage area. There were about eighty storage sheds. I jumped across the barbed wire fence and landed in the lane of storage sheds.

I walked down the lane at a sedated pace, passing the overhead lights, and just listened to the sound of crickets chirping, the wind in the trees, the pounding of combat boots on the gro- wait what?

I listened harder and could hear the sound of people moving through the storage yard. I jumped up to the side of one of the sheds and climbed the roof. I crouched down and moved forward to see who it could be. Though I had two guesses as who it could be. A) Which I hoped it was not but most probably Templar's, and B was a group of lost demigods which was so much more favorable.

I snuck to the edge of the lane and saw a group of a dozen men and women all in military grade gear and carrying assault rifles and military grade weaponry. And on their shoulders was a patch that had a red cross in the middle of a shield. Templar's I really, really, really hated Templar's.

I silently pulled my hood on and took off my back pack. I reached inside and pulled out a world war two era bayonet. It was a gift from Thomas. The blade was a little over a foot long. I pulled the blade out and slipped the sheathe into my pocket. I slid down from the top of the shed and stayed in the shadows.

I couldn't take on all twelve of them. I had knives and swords, while they had automatic rifles and military grade weapons. I looked around for anything to give me an edge. I then looked down one of the lanes as we passed by and saw a fuse box. I flicked my wrist and four small darts like knives barley two inches wide slipped into the palm of my hand. Attached to my wrist was a metal band that held the knives. I flicked two of the darts and hit the lock.

The padlock fell off and the door to the fuses opened. I flicked the last two knives at the fuses. The fuses sparked and crackled before all the lights shut off and slipped the world into a realm of darkness. I smiled and closed my eyes. After a minute I opened my eyes to the world. Instead of seeing darkness I saw everything. The world was dark but the buildings, grass, fence and other objects were outlined in white. The Templar's were an angry crimson red.

This was a gift from the assassins. They called it eagle vision, It allowed us to see past things at moments, faint smells that were once there, old bloodstains that had been washed away leaving no trace, a trail left by a target days before. We could see things that were hidden as clear as day, secret passages, targets, anything. It allowed us to see who intended us harm and who our friends were. But its secret, true secret was it allowed any who possessed it to see through the mist. The gift was rare. Only about one in ten thousand possessed it.

The Templar's were looking about panicking for just a few seconds more than enough for me. I flicked my wrist again and two more knives fell into my palm. I threw one of them at a templar that was near an ally. The blade hit him in-between the eyes and he fell backwards. I turned and threw the last knife at a templar whose back was to me. The blade severed the spinal column at the base of his neck.

I walked silently crouching low to the ground towards one of the templar's. I stood up slowly and clamped my hand over their mouth and shoved my knife into their lung and twisted. The person tried to struggle, reaching up trying to claw at my hand over their mouth. The fact they wore gloves didn't help them much. I dragged them backwards into one of the lanes.

I dropped the body down on the ground as slow and carefully as I could. I snuck out back into the main lane where the rest of the templar's were. Three down nine to go. I snuck over to the next templar closest to me and cover their mouth raising their head just a little bit. Enough for me to slit their throat.

The life giving substance spurted onto the wall. The Templar fell down to their knees clutching at their throat. I slipped into the shadows again and watched as the enemy troops started to gain their senses. I quickly flicked my wrist again and had four darts slide into the palm of my hand. I threw all four at the Templar's, each dart finding their mark in the middle of a head.

Only four left. Three of them managed to get night vision goggles on their heads. While the last one was struggling with it I reached into my pack and withdrew a short sword. I held the bayonet in a reverse grip in my left hand and the short sword in a hammerlock grip in my right. I jumped up and launched myself at the nearest templar just as he got his vision back to him. He attempted to bring his rifle up to shoot me. Before he could I knocked the rifle away with the short sword and slashed his throat open.

His blood hit the front of my face. He slowly sunk to his knees. He had about thirty seconds to live before he bled out I thought to myself. I spun around the dying form of the templar and rushed the next one. He seemed shocked that his friends were dead and did nothing. This must've been his first mission. And it would be his last. His commander the last one didn't seem to be as disgruntled as his friend because he raised his M4 assault rifle and aimed at my head. I rushed to the stunned templar and turned him around wrapping my arm around his throat keeping him in place.

I dropped my short sword and used my free hand to take out the templar's side arm. A standard nine millimeter pistol. Personally I would've preferred something with more stopping power, but this would have to do. The commander opened fire at me killing his comrade. I leveled the pistol at the last templar and fired off four quick shots. Two in the lungs one in the gut and the last in the head.

The body fell backwards with a thud. A pool of blood started to form around him. I let the body I had used as a shield fall. I looked back to see the alley was no longer clean but a bloody scene from a crime series. I dropped the pistol on the ground and I closed my eyes and the eagle vision shut off. I opened my eyes and released the lights were back on I looked down the lanes for my personal shed. Before I took ten steps I felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. I jumped forward. Just in time to dodge a celestial bronze sword. Wait what?

There where I had just been standing was a teenager dressed in Greek armor wielding a bronze sword and a bronze shield. Attached to their back were about three javelins. The person stood about five foot eleven. The person's body was slim like a swimmers but I could see the muscles that a person got from practicing with swords and fighting. Then I saw something shimmering on his wrist. A chain with a scythe attached to it was on his wrist.

Then without warning he charged again. I leaned backwards to avoid the slash. I sidestepped another strike. I continued to dodge this guy's sword. Then I dodged another jab to my chest and he overstepped. I got within his guard and slashed at him with my bayonet. Or at least I tried I had forgotten about the shield in his other hand. He raised it to try and block his face from the blow. I was too close to him for him to not get hit instead of a killing blow I managed to slice their forearm from wrist to elbow. Their shield wielding arm dropped limp at their side. Then before I could slash again he head butted me with his helmet.

I stumbled backwards trying to see clearly. I think he may have given me a concussion or some sort of head trauma. .Blood started to drip down on the ground from the slash. The shield was still attached to his left arm just useless for now. I flipped the bayonet over to my right hand and held it in a reverse grip in front of my face.

We stared at each other waiting for the other to make their move. He evidently didn't feel like waiting. After two minutes of the stare down he charged me sword flashing dangerously in the light. I looked around for anything that could help me. Then I looked behind him. Directly behind him was the short sword that I had to drop. I rushed forward and got ready. He tried to remove my head from my shoulders with a horizontal slash. I dropped down to my knees and let the momentum I picked up drag me along.

I slid passed the blade and saw my reflection on the slightly glowing blade. I could only make out the bottom portion of my face, my mouth and part of my nose was all I could see. I smirked slightly and kept sliding. I slid along the ground and stopped right next to my sword. I gripped it with my left hand and spun around and faced the Greek soldier. He had turned now facing me. I got up from my knees and launched myself at him.

I stopped his sword with my own and attempted to slash at him with my knife. He dodged and we disengaged then we clashed back together. He was an average swords man. He mostly relied on his size and strength that would be his downfall. I kept attacking and then when I tried to sidestep a slash the course of the blade changed and I was cut on my right side. I jumped away and looked at the cut. The wound wasn't deep, though it stung like a bitch. I shrugged off the pain and stared at the soldier again. I launched myself at him and we locked blades again and we stopped there. I could feel him pushing against me trying to throw me back. I let a small smirk come onto my face and spun to the right. The soldier stumbled forward and I kept spinning and stretched out my left arm. I felt the cold steel of my short sword come into the resistance of skin, bone, muscle and armor.

The soldier let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground. I stopped and looked down at the body of the soldier. I had slashed him from right hip to left shoulder across his back. He was lying on his back and a large pool of blood started to surround him I walked over to the soldier and pulled off their helmet. I kneeled down next to the body and lifted their head up. The soldier was a teenager about the age of fourteen. He had brown mischievous eyes and curly brown hair. A son of Hermes.

I looked in the eyes and saw pain of abandonment, hatred, agony, betrayal and hatred, so much hatred. 'Who sent you?" I asked in a quiet voice. The teen looked at me a small bit of blood leaking out of his mouth and smirked at me. "The gods shall fall assassin, and so shall your order. Nothing can stop us assassin, not you, not the gods, or their precious demigods. Now they shall know what they have done. The templar's shall rise with us and we shall bring forth the downfall of the gods." He spat. I nodded and watched as he started to cough violently. Then after a few seconds a rattling breath came out. The life and mischievousness left his eyes.

I bowed my head and reached up to his eyes and slid them closed. I got up from my kneeling position and stood up surveying the damage done during the fight. Blood covered the ground and sides of the buildings. I felt nothing as I killed them. I'd kill them again and still feel the same. I had killed because I'd been taught that if I didn't then they would harm my loved ones and new family. The only thing I regretted was that they had to be so young.

I sighed and grabbed my short sword back up from the ground and sheathed it. I put the blade back in my pack. I took the bayonet and wiped off the blood on my shoulder. I sheathed the large knife and tied it to my belt. I got up and hissed and clutched at my right side. Blood soaked my black hoodie making it look glossy.

I walked down one of the lanes and looked for shed 132. I thought about the fight and what the demigod had said. The gods would fall, so someone wants the gods gone and they had the templar's backing them. They were powerful and we didn't know of them. That was bad, really bad. Like apocalyptic bad. They had it out for us too as well. I had to report what happened and fast.

I came to a halt in front of shed 132. I stuck my hand in my pocket and felt around for the keys. I eventually pulled them out and unlocked the door and stumbled inside. I shut the door and felt for the light switch. The lights flickered on and I looked around for something to use.

This was my personal safe house/storage place. In the middle of the shed was a pure black 67 ford mustang. On the sides of the walls were benches and gun and sword racks. The benches held tools and ammo. I went to the back of the shed and opened up a cabinet. Inside was a med kit and bottles of medicine. I pulled out the kit and a bottle of iodine. I sat down on one of the benches and pulled off my hoodie and shirt and opened up the kit. I pulled out a cotton pad and put the iodine on it. I rubbed the pad on the cut and held in a cry of pain. I threw down the pad and took out a needle and thread and went to work stitching myself up.

After I was stitched up I grabbed a wad of bandages and wrapped them around my midsection and the cut. I sighed and threw away my shirt. I rummaged through my pack and pulled out grey t-shirt and put it on. I stuffed the hoodie in a plastic bag and threw it into my pack. I went over to one of the benches I opened one of the drawers and went through the contents. I pulled out a cell phone. I dialed a number and held it to my ear. The line rang for a few moments. Then the other end of the line was picked up. "Helllo" asked the person on the other end of the line.

"Revan I need help man." I said. "Really now? What could've happened within the last two days since we saw each other?" Revan asked. I sometimes wanted to strangle the guy. "Yeah I need a cleanup crew. I ran into templar's and something big, Can you get the cleanup crew down here." I said. There was silence on the other end. "Yes sir I'll get the crew ready." Came Revans reply. "Great I'll be at the house in a few hours." I said and hung up. I took the cell phone and smashed it with a nearby hammer.

I didn't want any traced calls or any evidence so I had a massive amount of disposable phones. I got off the table and threw the pieces in the trash bin. I walked over to the farthest table and picked up a large duffle bag from the bottom rack under the table. I set the bag on the top of the table and unzipped it. Inside were several different passports and about ten thousand dollars in mortal cash and a large pouch of drachmas. Never hurt anyone to be prepared.

I zipped the bag back up and slung it over my shoulder. I walked over to a large chest along the left side of the shed. I took out my key chain and flitted through the first six keys or so before stopping at a gold and silver key. I put the key into the key hole and turned counter clockwise 45 degrees then clockwise seventy degrees. There was a hiss of air being released and then the chest lid slid upwards. On the bottom of the chest lid were two 45 caliber automatic pistols. At the bottom of the chest were boxes of ammunition and a gun cleaning kit.

I checked over the weapons and nodded once I determined that they were all in good condition and hadn't been tampered with. I closed the lid and twisted the key clockwise 50 degrees then counter 75 degrees. I pulled the key out and the chest was enveloped in a flash of light. When the light died down there was a small rubric cube. I picked up the cube and put it in my pack. I picked up my back pack that was discarded and opened up the trunk of the ford. I put both bags in and slammed the trunk shut.

I sighed and opened up the shed door letting the cold night air in. I went back in and started the mustang. The car roared to life. I pulled out of the shed and then exited the car and shut the door. I went back to the car and pulled out towards the entrance/exit for the storage area carefully avoiding running over the bodies of the dead. I opened the fence and pulled through closing the fence behind me. I drove down the dusty road and kept thinking about what that kid had said.

I decided to file it away for later and drive on. I pulled out onto the highway and headed upstate. The highway and the drone of the tires on the pavement did little to take away my worries. Something was coming and I needed to stop it. I would need help on this one I had no doubt about it. But first I needed to plan my next move. I had maybe a week at most before I would need to go to this 'Camp half-blood.' If such a thing exists.

I drove on for what seemed to be hours and eventually I came to a series of winding roads going up the side of a hill. I drove up the winding road and came to a stop at the top of it. On the top of the hill was a mansion for lack of a better word. The house was five stories high and was a light grey color. The house was made of bricks, on the left side of the house was a large chimney stack, the house was in the shape of a U. Two buildings one on the left and one on the right were attached to the house making a sort of courtyard, the right sided building was a garage and mechanic area, the left was a spare living quarters. Up on the roof built into the side of the slanted roof were a series of windows and several balconies, the largest was on the fifth level and built into the side of the roof. The main entrance was a large double door made with various carvings on them used to ward off monsters and other things.

I acquired the mansion during a long mission trying to bring down templar support. So I stole money, property, weapons, investments, stock market shares, and other things. Anyway Thom decided I had earned the mansion and a larger role in the assassin order. After we discovered the godly world and brought it before the remaining assassins, only about twelve other assassins survived besides Thom, They decided we needed a defense against the godly world should the templar's decide to get support from that world as well, just like they are now. So Thom and I were charged with creating a sector amongst the assassins for a defense against the monsters, so Thom and I were charged with managing and creating a defense against them, we decided to recruit demigods and what monsters would cooperate to our side. So I found demigods for our side and trained them with Thom to the best of our capabilities.

Dawn had started to appear over the side of the hill and it cast a beautiful light over the top of the mansion. I sighed and pulled into the garage and got out popped the trunk and retrieved my bags. The garage was filled with spare tools and other parts and pieces. The walls were gun metal grey and had tool racks along the walls. Several different kinds of vehicles were strewn about the garage. Ranging from Harley Davidson motorcycles to a Lamborghini. I sighed and walked towards the door on the far wall after shutting the garage door.

I hesitated at the door preparing myself for what was to come. I as quietly as possible opened the door and slipped inside. The mansion floor was a dark hardwood and the walls were painted a dull grey color and had several desks and tables were lined up against the walls. I slowly walked down the hall careful to not make a noise lest I unleash all hell upon myself.

I entered the main entrance room and stood in the middle. In front of the door was a large staircase that split left and right at the end of the hall. Several lights littered the walls. I looked up and marveled at the chandelier. It was made from various types of crystals which reflected light from the top where a type of glass dome was invisible outside. The light reflected off the crystals and put a different godly symbol on the floor depending on the time of day. I looked at the floor and saw a golden lightning bolt illuminating the floor.

I walked away from the entrance and towards the kitchen. When I entered Revan was waiting for me. Revan had raven black hair and sea green eyes. Below his right eye was a tattoo that made it look like he was crying. He wore a black t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Some say he looks like my twin and after we ran several DNA tests it revealed he was my younger half brother. He was originally from Tampa but he ran away after monsters wiped out his mortal family.

"So how's it going?" Revan asked in a sing song voice. "It's going as well as it can be going." I replied. "Oh come on now it can't be that bad? Can it?" He asked. I gave him the 'are you serious? Do you even know me?' look. "Yeah you're right it can be that bad." He said taking a sip of coffee from a mug in his hands."Ya want a doughnut?" He asked holding up a small box of glazed doughnuts. "Sure why the hell not." I said and opened the lid and took out a doughnut. "I suggest you get your stuff stowed away before you meet Thom." He suggested. "Also the listening devices at your previous school picked up some interesting chit chat. Want to go listen to it now or later?"

"Now before we go listen to Thom. It might have to do with the news I've picked up recently." I said. Revan gave a brief nod and got up with his cup of coffee in one hand a newspaper tucked under his armpit and a doughnut in his mouth and a cane in his free hand. The cane was the color of a dark green like a leafs color. The cane was straight with a wolfs head at the top, a few inches below the top of the cane was a band of white ivory. A small sea green colored crystal was the eyes of the wolf.

We walked to a set of stairs that led to the basement. We walked down the stairs and came to a steel reinforced door with steel rods locking the door in place. In the center of the door was a series of Greek letters. Revan walked up to the door and lifted the hand with the cane in it and bit down on his thumb. A small trickle of blood poured from the puncture wound. He swiped the blood across the beta, omega, and gamma symbols. The symbols glowed an eerie green color for a moment before the light died down.

Then the sound of locks being unlocked and the steel rods sliding out of place filled the room. Revan pushed the door open using his cane and walked inside with me following. When we came to the other side was a large circular room with lights imbedded into the sides of the walls. Then there were about six different tunnels that looked like they were carved from a cave. The room's walls, ceiling and floor looked like it had been smoothed down using a sandblaster. Each hallway had a word written in ancient Greek letters above the entrance.

We walked towards the entrance with the Greek word παρακολουθώ (Observe) above the door way. We walked down the hallways in companionable silence. The walls were made of a rich green marble with white and light green veining. The hallway went on for what seemed to be minutes before we came before another giant steel door that looked like it belonged to a vault of a bank.

Revan once again stepped forward and bit his thumb again. Though this time he drew four letters in Greek αίμα (Blood). Each of us had a different word. It acted as a security code of sorts for us. Then Revan wiped the blood off his free hand and pressed his palm against the word. The word glowed an emerald green and the blood shifted to the outer edges of the vault before disappearing onto the other side. Then the locks unlocked and Revan lowered his hand. We opened the vault door and stepped inside before closing it once again.

Inside were hundreds of computers and monitors. The room was at least the size of two football fields and filled to the brim with electronics. On a bench to the left of the entrance were a bunch of wires and metal plates and various listening devices. I walked along admiring all the monitors. Each monitor had about a half a dozen screens opened. Some showed traffic in New York others showed the woods outside of the mansion and others showed the insides of office buildings conference rooms.

The room was split into different areas like cubicles. Each cubicle for lack of a better term was designated to a different assassin. We came before mine and looked at the monitors. Above one of the screens is a note with the words 'Mr. Brunner's office.' On it. "So tell me again why did you go to that school?" Revan asked after finishing his doughnut and coffee. "I was sent there to scout for half bloods and to brush up on my 'people skills'. As Thom calls them. Though I think he did it to just piss me off, which worked. Anyway by the time I was ready to pull out Grover and Chiron had spotted me and so I was stuck until tonight that is. They should be getting a note today telling them that I was taken away due to 'Complications.'" I explained.

Revan shrugged and sat down in an office chair and wheeled over to the keyboard. He typed a few commands into the computer and a window popped up. The window was blank but there was audio. "Now for some gods forsaken reason the audio keeps cutting out so I could only get part of the conversation. So bear with me here Okay?" Revan said. He hit the enter button and the audio started up. "Worried about Percy sir." That was defiantly Grover. "…Alone this summer." Grover continued. "I mean a Kindly one in school! Now that we know for sure and they know too-""we would only make matters worse by rushing him," That was Mr. Brunner. "We need the boy to mature more."

'But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline-." "Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can." 'Fat chance of that happening Mr. Brunner.' I thought to myself. "Sir he saw her…" "His imagination." Mr. Brunner intervened. "The mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."

"Sir I… I can't fail my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean." "You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should've seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive till next fall-"

Then static cut in cutting off the rest of the rest of the message. "You know I think there is some god who continuously loves keeping me in the dark, you know?" I said. Revan looked at me with a questioning look. "The god of cliffhangers?" He suggested. We took a second to ponder if such a god existed. "Nah." We both chorused.

"So we should probably go put your stuff up." Revan said getting up. "Probably." I said. "How long you staying?" Asked Revan as we walked out of the room."I probably got a week at most maybe two." I replied. "Well next time you're leaving it's most likely to go to that camp right?"

"Yeah what of it?" I said getting this feeling of dread deep in my gut. "Well I'm going with you." I stopped walking altogether and just stared at the back of Revan. The last time Revan came with me we both nearly died when templar's ambushed us. Another time was a mission that was supposed to take about two maybe three days turned into a three month campaign. And don't get me started on the time we went to Europe.

"Oh hell no, you are not coming with me to this camp. Do you understand No!" I started to yell at him. "Please. I mean I have been good for the last six months." He said turning around and trying to pout but failing epically. I continued to walk forward towards the stairs leading to the house. All the while trying to ignore the voice of Revan begging me to let him come with me. I walked up the stairs to the kitchen and marched towards the stairs leading to the upper levels.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please." He would not shut up. I kept walking until finally I gave in. "Fine you can come with me!" I yelled at him."Will you just please shut up?!" He gave me a wide smile. "Yeah I'll leave ya be. And thank you." He said before running off back to the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs to the fifth level and walked down the hall. On the walls were several different paintings and works of art. I walked quietly until I reached a door with my name carved into the wood in ancient Greek. I opened the door and looked around my room.

A king size bed with blue covers, blankets and pillows had the headboard against the left wall and a trunk at its foot board was the first thing I noticed when I walked in. A closet was built into the right wall and a chair and desk were pushed against the far wall. The windows on the far wall could open and allow me to walk onto the balcony to think. The balcony was the largest one and built like a semicircular platform. Next to the closet was a door leading to a bathroom.

The walls of the room were painted a deep sea blue color. Up against the left wall was a dresser and reading lamp. In the far right corner of the room was an armor stand. An ebony black robe with dark crimson red insides and a blood red stash were on it, the robes tail went down to where the knees would be. a steel and celestial bronze chest plate were put under the robes, on the arms were two gauntlets, for the feet were a pair of leather riding boots. I sighed as I looked around. 'It's good to be home.' I thought to myself.

I walked over to the bed and threw down my bags on to it. I sat down on the bed and groaned. I guess that slash on my side was worse than I initially thought. I took off my shirt and looked at the wound. It had reopened a little and leaked a small amount of blood. I stood up and walked to the bathroom and went to work on cleaning and closing the wound. After it was done I threw away the bloodied bandages and looked at myself in the mirror.

Several scars decorated my torso the largest one was a diagonal scar across my chest. On my left bicep was a tattoo of a tribal wolf head. A reminder of a time in Europe. I turned around to examine my back for any additional injuries. On my right shoulder blade was a tattoo of a coiled dragon and just below the base of my neck was a tattoo of the assassin's symbol. The symbol resembled a capital A without the bar in the middle.

Additional scars marred the skin at certain place though they were barely visible to the untrained eye. I sighed and walked back to my bed and kicked off my shoes. I lay down on the bed with an arm behind my head supporting it. I started to think of what could make the templar's move against the gods. They've know about the gods for a smaller amount of time than we have and have ignored them for the most part.

Whatever it is it's powerful. If we didn't find it fast I had a feeling it would find us. That wouldn't be good in the least. I'd think about it later.