Sabina's Pursuit of The Holy Grail

As I was enjoying my peppermint tea, I was approached by a group of three shady-looking characters. They wore white Middle Eastern robes and Turbans that covered most of their faces. I freaked out at first, had the conspirators within the Mossad sent assassins, as Jakub had failed to kill me? I was relieved when the leader of the three men removed his turban and spoke. “Keila Eisenstein, we have been looking for you.”

I studied the man. He was in his fifties and looked out of place in the surroundings. The other two men were of Middle Eastern appearance, while he was tall, blonde, had sharp icy blue eyes, and distinct North European ancestry. But, why was he looking for my mother from the future, Keila Eisenstein, and should I play along with the ploy? I decided to do so.

“Yes, I am Keila Eisenstein,” I replied before continuing. “Who am I speaking to?”

The mysterious man bowed to me and replied. “I am Martin Al-Sham. I have been looking for you for almost twenty years.”

I gave him a puzzled look and replied, “But I am only eighteen years old, surely you must have mistaken me for another person?”

“You think I am mistaken, but I’m sure that you are the one that I’m looking for. You are the Keila Eisenstein that I have seen in my visions, you are the one that Brahma told me to find.” Martin replied solemnly. It was as if, he had waited for years to come to this epiphanic moment.

As confusing as the man’s statement was, it all made sense to me. I was struggling with the mission that the True Maker had assigned to me. I realised that the appearance of these strange men must be the intervention of the True Maker herself. I looked into Martin Al-Sham’s icy blue eyes and spoke. “If that is so, Martin. Then how can I be of assistance?”

Martin nodded and pulled up his sleeve. He revealed a strangely glowing tattoo on his right arm. “I was meant to show you this tattoo, which I received in a sleepless dream. In the tattoo, there are strange codes and intelligent markings. I have failed to decipher them for the last decades, and so has everyone I’ve ever known. But you will understand them, as you are the Chosen One.” he said with a solemn voice.

I watched the captivating and illuminating tattoo. The markings and codes looked strange and alien in origin, but they didn’t mean anything to me. In a way, this made sense, as I wasn’t Keila Eisenstein, after all. I tried touching the tattoo, and I could feel a deep psionic message, and yet I couldn’t understand it.

“There is a message conveyed in those intelligent markings. Yet I cannot understand it,” I said.

“But you have to understand it. You are the only one that could open the portal to another dimension,” the man said. I could spot the desperation and plea in his wise eyes. Martin continued speaking. “I joined with the Templars after an incident almost 20 years ago. Back in 2019, I travelled to the Divine Dimension and met with the Zetans. They urged me to find Keila Eisenstein and gave me these undecipherable markings on my arm.”

I froze as I heard this, and I realised that this man must be crucial to the success of my mission. “Zeto Crystal, I am looking for the primordial Zeto Crystal,” I said.

Martin nodded in acknowledgement and replied. “Yes, I know what you are talking about. I bought a tiny azure crystal in a shady Egyptian market. A few days later, I entered a portal to another dimension. After the incident, I have travelled the world looking for alien artefacts. I joined the Middle Eastern Templars as I realised that we were looking for the same thing. The Holy Grail, or as you call it, the primordial Zeto Crystal.”

I felt excited about hearing this good news, but also a hint of apprehension. Who were these mysterious men, and why were they looking for the primordial Zeto Crystal? While it was a good sign that they were also in Jerusalem, it could also be a sign of immediate danger. I realised that I could use my empath powers to read Martin’s mind, but before I had the chance, there was a loud banging on the door. “This is the police, open the door now!”

Upon hearing this, Martin got up and said, “Quickly, get into that ventilation shaft over there. We’ll delay them.”

I realised that time was short, but before I escaped, I took a picture of Martin’s tattoos so that I could decipher them later. I got into the ventilation shaft, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I felt compelled to stay hidden and see how things would unfold.