“CHARGE!” shouted a hooded figure as Drom came to. A hooded man stood above him offering assistance to help him up. Taking his hand pulling him up dusting himself off, then rubbing his face as he tried to realize where he was. The man spoke “Brother are you able to walk? We need to move. They are advancing on the Templars. Rome will fall this day to us!” Drom looked down adjusting his wrist guards and a hidden blade shot from both this wrists. Smirking and returning the blades, he pulled his hood up. His outfit look like that out of the mid-Renaissance. Running with the other hooded brothers into church, finding the men alright fighting. Drom saw the leader running after the Pope.

Making his way to go help his leader a master Templar swung his sword at him just in time Drom blocked it, but wasn’t quick enough to catch the dagger to the side. With his other hidden blade holding the sword, Drom took the other and slammed it under Templar’s jaw.

Drom stumbled a bit forward holding the dagger, when all the sudden a loud crackle noise began to fill the church. Drom shouted, “Everyone out!” as they all started to make their way the church began to fall apart coming crashing to the ground. As they made their way out, Drom looked up to see the church crumble in front of him. Turned to see that they were surrounded by Templar’s, dagger still in his side he charged taking an arrow to the heart, then hit the ground hard.

Drom woke up breathing heavily, as a crew member of the ship was checking on him. “We have arrived to America.” Drom sat up looking down at his chest to see a scare on his side and chest, feeling them remembering it wasn’t a dream. He stood up throwing on a white t-shirt and throwing his black trench coat over. Pulling a hood up over his head, adjusting his wrist feeling the hidden blade, and grabbing his sword sliding it in his belt pulling the trench coat over. Turning taking his journal and duffel bag.

Drom stepped down off the boat duffel bag over his shoulder. Looking around at all the people moving so quickly in this city. He landed on the West coast of America, he saw lots of families waiting to be reunited with their loved ones. He looked down at his journal in his hand and thought how many different times he had opportunities for families, but never had the chance. One of the issues with his kind is that they couldn't bare children. He smiled at them and made his way down the street, when he had this weird feeling come over him. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. 

Knowing the feeling all to well, quickly he looked around and found a church not to far. Taking a deep breath as he pushed in the door and sat in one of the back pews. Making the sign of the cross and placing his bag in the pew next to him. Adjusting his sword so that it would still be hidden while he sat. The feeling become so over bearing as then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It took you this long to come to America.." A voice that he hadn't heard in centuries. 

He took a deep breath and slowly turned to see an old friend. Mind you a very old friend, standing up and turning around to give him a hug. Feeling his embrace was a warm feeling, knowing that it could have been anyone else that was trying come for his head. Drom laughed as they released the hug, "Connor how did you know I'd be here?". Connor smiled before starting, "My old friend it is good to see. I just had a feeling!" They both began to laugh pretty hard. 

"I see your still using that hood huh?" Connor pointing to Drom's hood, "Well yea its one secret society that helps the little common people." 

Connor gave him a stern look, "What did Duncan and I warn you about with these societies?" 

"If they learn our truth they will want to find all of us." Sighing, but it was the only way of life Drom had known for all these centuries. 

Connor went from stern to pretty happy, "Now lets not worry about that. I want to take you to this city called Las Vegas. Your going to love it!"