[5]

It was still hard to grasp the idea that this place he'd found himself in was resting on the back of some giant beast. Many times over Haytham had scoffed at what he'd been told about it all, thought those explaining everything to him to be a bit slow in the head. Nothing of that sort was possible; it was merely a children's story.

And yet, standing at the turtle's head, Haytham found himself reeling as everything became much more real.

When he'd first reached his destination along the walkways, the Templar had been thrown off by what he was seeing, torn between feeling as though he'd been drugged or that perhaps he was dreaming. It had taken the better part of a half hour for him to come to terms with it and now, standing there staring out over the water, Haytham was trying to come to terms with the fact that he was a long way from home. Not that he hadn't realized that before; no, he wasn't that deluded.

But now it weighed heavy on his shoulders and he found himself wanting nothing more than to wake up from this rather uncomfortable dream.