Protecting A Templar Legacy
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G through L › King Arthur
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,418
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Thoughts of a Templar
Protecting A Templar Legacy
By: Sheiado
Author’s Note: Explanations will be coming along soon. I’m going to get some more action in before everything is answered. I want to try speeding the story up in the next 4 or 5 chapters. There is going to be some Egyptian mythology involved and a lot more on the Illuminati. ‘The big secrets’ are getting there lol. I spent about an hour typing up ideas on the story behind the Illuminati/Templar feud, the mythology of it, and “the line’s” importance. Also we will eventually get behind Lillis’ story.
Thanks to my reviewers! Yay! Raife... me? A tease? Never! lmao
Chapter Four: Thoughts of A Templar
She didn’t return to her rooms well until dawn, having had to watch over the bar, customers, and her immature brat of a co-worker until the belated hours of night. Babysitting certainly hadn’t been in the job description. But, unfortunately, life called and Lillis found herself needing the money. Shelter and food required it.
The door behind her clicked shut heavily with a distinctive thud, muffling out the obscure shrills and echoes that rang out in vibration down the inn hallway. Her room, in itself, was a sanctuary and now that silence and peace was finally hers to revel in, Lillis sighed contentedly.
Her long, slim fingers combed and sifted with ease through her hair, unraveling the burden of deep knots and tangles. The strands, long and dark as midnight were a lot longer in length than when she had first come to settle in Britain. Her hair had been just above her shoulders then, nowhere near to where it was now.
She felt more feminine presently than she had in ages, if she wanted to be more truthful with herself. Her hair and dress blended in perfectly with the women of this country and her occupation, nowhere near to her old one, had made it far more so.
She did, however, sorely miss the fashions of her old country, the modern-day garb of jeans, tanks, t-shirts, and pants. This place was different, and was a time of gowns, tunics, dresses, and baggy trousers… something that Lillis was just beginning to become accustomed to, difficult as it was.
Smiling to herself, Lillis made quick work of her hair, tying it loosely back with a plain leather thong, before bending down to reach for her favored duffle bag. She kept it carefully hidden beneath her bed, not wanting anyone to find it nor to discover the contents within it. If it was found by anyone, they would no doubt either get themselves killed or accuse her of witchery.
She unzipped it with care, her hands prying it open to reveal everything that she had felt she would need upon this mission; modern day clothes, utilities, combat boots, her guns (which she scarcely needed), innumerous amounts of bullets, holsters and, of course, her trusty twin blades. Even in her own time, Lillis had not been an ordinary woman. Her life had many dealings with death, tragedy, and destruction. Danger had this distinct habit of following her everywhere.
She grabbed out her work out clothes, the ones she presently used as a sort of nightgown instead of exercise get-up, and placed the bag back beneath the bed. "Sleep at last," she mused, smiling quietly to herself.
Her dress was quickly shed; leaving her skin exposed to the fresh, open air and Lillis finally found herself able to relax for the first time in a long while. It felt like she was in the right place at the right time and a heavy weight had been lifted from upon her shoulders.
She sifted quietly through her dress, finding the pocket that withheld a symbolic importance to her stay here, in Britain. The symbol of a long-time family enemy…
She opened and peered at it with a brief look of disgust. It was this very symbol that made her hate Romans. This symbol was one of power, terror, and mayhem. Any persons under its association were out for blood and position. It was that way in the 21st century and Lillis had a good idea that it was still similar here. History did nothing to change the humanity of the Illuminati; and they possessed absolutely none.
Placing it on the bed, Lillis looked to her over-turned wrist, peering at the birthmark of the Sirius system... and her tattoo below it. The Templar cross. It was these two symbols that she kept carefully concealed, least a Roman officer discover them. If they knew of it, her murder would most certainly be the first on their agenda. She discovered that forewarnings, "prophecies of the marks", had been passed on to the society in reprisal, for the “wronging” that had been done to Set. And that meant that Lillis’ appearance here was far more crucial than ever. She needed to find the one that she was supposed to protect.
She knew she had found the ”knights” the old man had forewarned her about… but who knew it would be knights of the famous round table? That had most certainly caught her off guard. Lancelot and Galahad. They were two *very* distinct names that were recalled in legend. She still had yet to find the rest but seeing as how she worked in a tavern as a barmaid, there was no doubt in her mind that she would. Things were beginning to come to full circle… but there were still many holes left for her to find. Too many things were still left unanswered.
She couldn’t look at the bad side of her situation now; she had foundsome answers for herself, found a means of employment, was thrown a very important sign, and now had a trail to follow. It wasn’t turning out to be too bad of a trip for her.
Smiling in satisfaction, Lillis slipped her sweat pants and tank top on. She still loved sleeping in her normal clothes. Nothing could beat it. She was still, however, careful if disturbed in her sleep by another. The tank top she wore still left a lot of exposure to her other various tattoos. She had received them when she was younger and during her training with her past master. She had always had a deep fascination with martial arts, both with the styles of Japan and China. And so, she wanted markings that pertained to her interests. A dragon and a symbol for guardian.
To make certain her daughter was properly protected, Mary Lennox had given Lillis the best trainers money could buy. And at the present moment, it had done Lillis a lot of good.
It kept her alive.
Shaking off the thoughts that strayed to her mother, Lillis relaxed in bed, her mind drifting off as she stared up absently at the ceiling. For some reason, the image of that man kept running into her head.
She couldn’t get him out of her mind. She had felt eyes on her all night and now having caught his eye, Lillis felt it may have been him. Why had he been watching her? What reason did he have? What was so damn fascinating about *her* to him? She felt like he could see right through her… like he knew she was just there for more than just the mere purpose of being a barmaid.
He had very intense eyes.
And what disturbed her even more was discovering that her “hawk friend” was actually a bird trained by him. Was there something she was missing?
“What the hell is going on?” Lillis asked aloud. This whole experience was getting too confusing and out of hand… how was she suppose to get anything done when it felt like she was getting nothing but a big fat headache from all of this?
'Gods, somebody just kill me...'
More to Come! Please read and review!
By: Sheiado
Author’s Note: Explanations will be coming along soon. I’m going to get some more action in before everything is answered. I want to try speeding the story up in the next 4 or 5 chapters. There is going to be some Egyptian mythology involved and a lot more on the Illuminati. ‘The big secrets’ are getting there lol. I spent about an hour typing up ideas on the story behind the Illuminati/Templar feud, the mythology of it, and “the line’s” importance. Also we will eventually get behind Lillis’ story.
Thanks to my reviewers! Yay! Raife... me? A tease? Never! lmao
Chapter Four: Thoughts of A Templar
She didn’t return to her rooms well until dawn, having had to watch over the bar, customers, and her immature brat of a co-worker until the belated hours of night. Babysitting certainly hadn’t been in the job description. But, unfortunately, life called and Lillis found herself needing the money. Shelter and food required it.
The door behind her clicked shut heavily with a distinctive thud, muffling out the obscure shrills and echoes that rang out in vibration down the inn hallway. Her room, in itself, was a sanctuary and now that silence and peace was finally hers to revel in, Lillis sighed contentedly.
Her long, slim fingers combed and sifted with ease through her hair, unraveling the burden of deep knots and tangles. The strands, long and dark as midnight were a lot longer in length than when she had first come to settle in Britain. Her hair had been just above her shoulders then, nowhere near to where it was now.
She felt more feminine presently than she had in ages, if she wanted to be more truthful with herself. Her hair and dress blended in perfectly with the women of this country and her occupation, nowhere near to her old one, had made it far more so.
She did, however, sorely miss the fashions of her old country, the modern-day garb of jeans, tanks, t-shirts, and pants. This place was different, and was a time of gowns, tunics, dresses, and baggy trousers… something that Lillis was just beginning to become accustomed to, difficult as it was.
Smiling to herself, Lillis made quick work of her hair, tying it loosely back with a plain leather thong, before bending down to reach for her favored duffle bag. She kept it carefully hidden beneath her bed, not wanting anyone to find it nor to discover the contents within it. If it was found by anyone, they would no doubt either get themselves killed or accuse her of witchery.
She unzipped it with care, her hands prying it open to reveal everything that she had felt she would need upon this mission; modern day clothes, utilities, combat boots, her guns (which she scarcely needed), innumerous amounts of bullets, holsters and, of course, her trusty twin blades. Even in her own time, Lillis had not been an ordinary woman. Her life had many dealings with death, tragedy, and destruction. Danger had this distinct habit of following her everywhere.
She grabbed out her work out clothes, the ones she presently used as a sort of nightgown instead of exercise get-up, and placed the bag back beneath the bed. "Sleep at last," she mused, smiling quietly to herself.
Her dress was quickly shed; leaving her skin exposed to the fresh, open air and Lillis finally found herself able to relax for the first time in a long while. It felt like she was in the right place at the right time and a heavy weight had been lifted from upon her shoulders.
She sifted quietly through her dress, finding the pocket that withheld a symbolic importance to her stay here, in Britain. The symbol of a long-time family enemy…
She opened and peered at it with a brief look of disgust. It was this very symbol that made her hate Romans. This symbol was one of power, terror, and mayhem. Any persons under its association were out for blood and position. It was that way in the 21st century and Lillis had a good idea that it was still similar here. History did nothing to change the humanity of the Illuminati; and they possessed absolutely none.
Placing it on the bed, Lillis looked to her over-turned wrist, peering at the birthmark of the Sirius system... and her tattoo below it. The Templar cross. It was these two symbols that she kept carefully concealed, least a Roman officer discover them. If they knew of it, her murder would most certainly be the first on their agenda. She discovered that forewarnings, "prophecies of the marks", had been passed on to the society in reprisal, for the “wronging” that had been done to Set. And that meant that Lillis’ appearance here was far more crucial than ever. She needed to find the one that she was supposed to protect.
She knew she had found the ”knights” the old man had forewarned her about… but who knew it would be knights of the famous round table? That had most certainly caught her off guard. Lancelot and Galahad. They were two *very* distinct names that were recalled in legend. She still had yet to find the rest but seeing as how she worked in a tavern as a barmaid, there was no doubt in her mind that she would. Things were beginning to come to full circle… but there were still many holes left for her to find. Too many things were still left unanswered.
She couldn’t look at the bad side of her situation now; she had foundsome answers for herself, found a means of employment, was thrown a very important sign, and now had a trail to follow. It wasn’t turning out to be too bad of a trip for her.
Smiling in satisfaction, Lillis slipped her sweat pants and tank top on. She still loved sleeping in her normal clothes. Nothing could beat it. She was still, however, careful if disturbed in her sleep by another. The tank top she wore still left a lot of exposure to her other various tattoos. She had received them when she was younger and during her training with her past master. She had always had a deep fascination with martial arts, both with the styles of Japan and China. And so, she wanted markings that pertained to her interests. A dragon and a symbol for guardian.
To make certain her daughter was properly protected, Mary Lennox had given Lillis the best trainers money could buy. And at the present moment, it had done Lillis a lot of good.
It kept her alive.
Shaking off the thoughts that strayed to her mother, Lillis relaxed in bed, her mind drifting off as she stared up absently at the ceiling. For some reason, the image of that man kept running into her head.
She couldn’t get him out of her mind. She had felt eyes on her all night and now having caught his eye, Lillis felt it may have been him. Why had he been watching her? What reason did he have? What was so damn fascinating about *her* to him? She felt like he could see right through her… like he knew she was just there for more than just the mere purpose of being a barmaid.
He had very intense eyes.
And what disturbed her even more was discovering that her “hawk friend” was actually a bird trained by him. Was there something she was missing?
“What the hell is going on?” Lillis asked aloud. This whole experience was getting too confusing and out of hand… how was she suppose to get anything done when it felt like she was getting nothing but a big fat headache from all of this?
'Gods, somebody just kill me...'
More to Come! Please read and review!