New york, 1758

Edmund freeman…the final leader of the templar knight, paced the marble floor nervously…he knew that there was little time left before the final templar knights would be discovered…and then…then it would be over. But he knew deep down that he could do something about that, he turned to one of the knights and closed his eyes and began to think, a few moments later he opened his eyes “Take the boy and hide him” he commanded then sighed and spoke again “If the majority of the knights must die then he must live on” He said “Even if he Is the only knight left in the world” He added on before he and the others heard crazed and angered shouts coming from the outside…

Massachusetts, 1775

A tall, well muscled, Red-headed seventeen year old New England colonist named Samuel or “Sam” as he liked to be called, moved quickly through the bustling Boston Street in a vain effort to reach his contact. When he finally stopped, his hazel green eyes flashed over a three day old newspaper with the headline reading “WAR LOOMS ON THE HORIZION FOR COLONIES”, Sam just scoffed at the headline and noticed a older man now standing beside him “Some world we live in eh?” the old man chimed in a deep voice with a odd accent then moved on before Sam could make out any form of reply.

The man’s name was Miles de Layfetta or Comet to his allies. Miles stood in a window watching over the young oblivious knight as he resumed walking down the crowded street in an effort to reach his “contact”. He moved away from the window and walked over to a desk, “We need to begin soon” he said to his assistants, Edgar and Milo. The two men picked up their identical swords, nodded, and moved out and began pursuit of Sam.

Sam hurried through the street unaware of his assailants’ until he came to a bench where his “contact” sat on a bench, his “contact” looked up at him and gave him a smug grin “Well it is about time you showed up…now it is time for us to correct you’re boyish mistake.” He partially shouted before jumping up, upholstered a long silver revolver and took aim as the two swordsmen stood behind Sam…

Sam dodged a shot as the two men swung their swords at him. He moved to flee the attack but felt a sharp pain in his back…then dark. When Sam awoke he found himself alone in a empty room lit up by a single candle. He slowly woke up and braced for shooting pain...but much to his surprise there was no pain...why? “Okay” He murmured to the obvious nobody “need to find a door” he added on and looked around and found no door “SOME GOD DAMNED DAY I AM HAVING…GOD” Sam shouted at the top of his lungs and kicked a stone. The ground began to tremor violently, throwing Sam off his feet and into a corner. After a few more tremors he regained his footing and dusted himself off. His mouth almost fell open when he saw a large black hole on the ground before him. Sam sighed "This day just keeps on getting worse" Sam thought before looking around, looking for some way to lower himself down into the hole but of course found nothing, Sam sighed and walked over to the edge of the hole and stepped forward.

Sam rapidly began to fall into the unknown. Moments later he hit the ground with a thud...he stood up in a dazed manner and stumbled forward in a drunken manner...

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