Sabina's Pursuit of The Holy Grail

As we entered the dark and mystical room, the alien symbols suddenly lit up in an opaque, dimly lit, and soothing neon-bluish colour. I recognised the symbols from the tattoo on Martin Al-Sham’s arm, but I couldn’t make out the pattern. Staring at the pattern caused me a migraine. There were too many symbols, and too many possible combinations for my head to compute. The harder I tried to figure it out, the worse my migraine became. After a minute of pushing my brain to decipher the illuminating encryptions, I collapsed to the floor in terrible pain. I suppressed my screams to avoid getting the attention of Ben Yehuda and the Templars.

Simona kneeled next to me as I was lying on the floor and spoke. “What’s the matter, Sabina?” I coughed up some blood, and Simona stared at me in horror and spoke. “Sabina! You are bleeding from your mouth, your nose, your ears, and your eyes! What’s going on?”

“I can’t decipher the encryptions, and my brain is overloading from thinking too much.” I said with a weak voice. I felt like I was close to fainting.

“Well, then stop thinking!” Simona exclaimed.

Hearing this brought me back to my senses, and I felt rejuvenated. Thinking hard wasn’t the solution to the mystery. Good feelings and karmic intuition were. The riddle was meant to be deciphered by my mother from the future, Keila Eisenstein, and not by me. While I was the thinking kind, Keila Eisenstein, had something that was more important to decipher the code, premonition. Thinking too much and not following my intuition, had dulled my other senses. This stopped me from deciphering the alien codes.

I got up, wiped the blood off my face with my jumper, and spoke. “Thank you, Simona. For showing me the way.”

I closed my eyes, zoned out from this world, and got dream-like visions from the True Maker. In the visions, I saw Keila Eisenstein deciphering the code and opening the door. Blessed with a photographic memory, I replicated all the steps I had seen Keila take in my vision. When I finished, the entire wall lit up, and a huge rock moved to reveal a secret passageway.

“Follow me,” I whispered, and we ran towards the revealed room. Inside the room, sitting on the top of a medieval plinth from the Arthurian era, I could see the primordial Zeto Crystal. It was glowing with a faint soothing light. I ran towards it, but before I could touch it, I heard an acrimonious man’s voice, the voice of Ben Yehuda. “Not so fast, or your friend will die!” Ben said menacingly. As I turned around, I saw Ben Yehuda accompanied by the Templars, and Martin Al-Sham, aiming their pistols at Simona.