Peter began, “Dear Charles, I’m glad that you’ve managed to make it back in such a harsh place. Peter de Arqah slowed his horse and the caravan of small Templar Knights followed suit. Out in the distance he was relaxed when he saw one of his knights returning from his patrol for a nearby water source out in the distance. The un-easy officer of the small caravan was extremely nervous being out in the hills of Syria with only nine knights and one young seven year-old squire boy Robert de Lyon where he knew the Arabs could have easily by now have overrun. Peter de Arqah, the head lieutenant of the Knights Templar was riding at a fast pace on his horse nervously looking at the nearby hills and caves for a hidden force. It is here that our story begins, Jin the year of lord in the hills and deserts of Syria in the Crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem… Behind them the winds of times were gathering. There were, at a glance, perhaps nine members in the party heading south to Jerusalem which was under siege by the Arab forces of Sultan Al Adil I of Egypt. About in the distance there was a small party of Knights Templars heading in my direction, their red cross clearly visible on the points of their lances.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had any water to drink. It was blistering hot under my chain mail armor and in my long white tunic it felt like over one-hundred thirty degrees. I wandered the sands of the desert for more days than I could remember in 1204 A.D.
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