Continued from Part 1.
“David, do you really have to go?” his girlfriend said in a rather sing-song voice. “I really want you to stay with me!”
He smiled. “Elodie, I honestly can‟t – the Magiliement has forbidden me from even trying to come see you! What would they do if they saw me here? A lot of people are dying, and no one is knowing how” he said as he caressed her hair. “I‟d rather stay with you! But they are after me! Whatever! I don‟t really care!”
“I know! By the way, I like your new necklace!”
And then a man came out of nowhere. He took David by the hand and pulled him away – the next thing David knew he was standing in a bustling downtown. Italian sentences were jumping out everywhere. David was in Rome.
He looked at the man who he knew was from the Magiliement: the magical parliament. He smiled, attempting to make things feel less tense. The man, however, did not smile back. He kept looking ahead as if his gaze was trying to conjure something – a moment later, a birch tree stood right in the center of the piazza.
“Come on!” he said as he ran to the tree. David followed suit. “Ok… this tree is a gate to Nostro Signora Del Spirito!” the man said, and David looked puzzled. “It‟s a church!” he said impatiently. “And I‟m supposed to go to a church because –?” asked David sarcastically, receiving a stern look. “Ok… ok!! I‟ll go!” and he entered the newly opened portal.
His feet left the ground … he was weightless, moving through nothingness… and then he hit firm ground. He was standing on a hill, next to a gothic looking church. He opened the door and entered. The place inside was sublime.
He ran towards the only thing he considered to be out of place: a golden table on which a scroll was found. Then, something else appeared: a rather complex looking pedestal with spots for objects, along with three dozen different artifacts: Crosses, chalices and candles. It was the first time David saw bare candles burning glowing red, blue, green and transparent lights.
Then he looked at the scroll, which seemed to be old since its edges were rather worn out. Before reading it, however, he looked around and noticed none of the other worshipers in the church could see him. Not wanting to dwell on that idea for long, he unrolled the scroll and read.
Three Dozens divided equally
In fours, you create a symbol, religiously.
Crosses, Chalices and Candles conjured magically
Will get you to the place you seek so desperately,
Begin with light and end with light… but not so lightly,
Lucidity is a color created powerfully,
Then lines combine and become divinely
A vessel follows and cradles so motherly
The next lines that embrace a soft glittering so passionately,
Next, you ought to, recognize the existence of a series, logically
Dozens divided to occupy twelve spots so perfectly,
Get the first six, right and the next six will follow smoothly
Only reversion and disorientation will fail your quest greatly
We leave you the option to decipher our Scroll intellectually
To get past our mind maze manufactured so meticulously
The power that is bestowed upon us is not to be taken carelessly
Either you get it or you’re stopped on your quest unquestionably…
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