The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 15: Meeting with the Templars

When I enjoyed peppermint tea and tried to relax, I was approached by a group of three shady looking characters . They were ores of white Middle Eastern robes and Sorban that covered part of their faces. At first I was terrified, did the conspirators inside the Mossad send assassins, because Jakub failed to kill me? I was relieved when the leader of the three men let go of the turban and spoke. " Keila Eisenstein, we've been looking for you."

I studied that man. He was in his fifties and strangely looked strangely around him . The other two were men of Middle Eastern appearance, while her tall, blonde, had sharp ice blue eyes, and very different Northern European ancestry. But, why would he look for my future mother, Keila Eisenstein, and should I play with that tactic? I decided to do it.

"Yes, I'm Keila Eisenstein" I replied before continuing. "Who am I talking to?"

The mysterious man bowed to me and replied. "I'm Martin Al-Sham. I've been looking for you for almost twenty years. ”

I looked at him in confusion and replied, "But I'm only eighteen, surely you must have mistaken me for someone else?"

“You think I may be wrong, but I'm sure you're the one I'm looking for. You are Keila Eisenstein whom I have seen in my vision, you are the one whom Brahma asked me to find. ” Martin replied in earnest. As if, he had waited for many years to come to this epiphanic moment.

As confusing as the man's statement was, everything made sense to me. I struggle with the mission that the True Maker has given me . I realized that the appearance of these strange men must have been an intervention from the True Creator himself. I looked at Martin Al-Sham deeply into his cold blue eyes and spoke. "Then, Martin . Q chicken how can I help?”

Martin nodded at me and pulled up his sleeve . He revealed a strangely glowing tattoo on his right arm. “I'm supposed to show you this tattoo, which I received in a sleepless dream. In tattoos, there are strange codes and smart marks . I have failed to decipher it over the last few decades, and so have everyone I have ever known. But you will understand it, because You are the Chosen One. ” he said in a serious voice.

I witnessed a tattoo that was strangely charming and enlightening. The signs and codes seemed strange and unfamiliar, but they meant nothing to me. In a way, this makes sense, because I'm not Keila Eisenstein, after all. I tried to touch the tattoo, and I could feel a deep psionic message, but I couldn't understand it.

“ But you must understand it . You are the only one who can open the portal to another dimension,” the man said. I could see despair and supplication in his wise eyes. Martin continued to speak. “I joined the Templars after an incident 20 years ago. 20 years ago, I traveled to the Divine Dimension and met the Zetans. They urged me to find Keila Eisenstein and gave me this indescribable mark on my arm. ”

I froze when I heard this, and I realized that this man must have been very important to the success of my mission. "Zeto Crystal, I'm looking for Zeto Primordial Crystal," I said.

Martin nodded in acknowledgment and replied. "Yes, I know what you're talking about. I once bought a small blue crystal in a shady Egyptian market, just days before I entered the portal to another dimension. After that incident, I have traveled the world searching for foreign artifacts. I joined the Middle East Templars when I realized that we were looking for the same thing. The Holy Grail, or as you call it, the ancient Zeto Crystal. ”

I feel good to hear this good news, but also a little bit worried. Who is this mysterious man, and why are they looking for the ancient Zeto Crystal? While it is a good sign that they are also in Jerusalem, it can also be a sign of immediate danger . I realized that I could use my empathetic power to read Martin's mind, but before I had the chance, there was a loud bang banging on the door. "This is the police, open the door now!"

After hearing this, Martin got up and said, “Quickly, get into the vent hole there . We will delay them.”

I realized the time was short, but before I escaped, I took a picture of the Martin s tattoo so I could decipher it later. I got into the vent hole, but my curiosity got better, so I felt compelled to stay hidden and see how things would unfold.