B'HEDAB BIADCI CAEDE
Prologue
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I looked at Sophie as she stared at the place where the Grail once lay.
"She was here."
I ignored her as a beam of light hit the rose casting a shadow. My thoughts raced as I bent down and swiped the sand away revealing a series of numbers and letters carved into the empty space. I looked at Sophie to see her walking away.
"There is nothing down here! The grail is gone, we should go."
I didn't move.
"1985 919 2085 1211920 169535 156 2085 16212626125. 251521 2391212 69144 8518 120 2085 5144. 2085 7181912 919 22120 2085 25719149147 156 2085 2018215 1920151825. 69144 8518 120 2085 8511820 156 2085 2389205 1815195 1619142054 2121311. ~ 8518 7 199141451819, 23 7 5 19 12 16 7"
I glanced at Sophie before continuing.
"9-9-8, Opheous Lastren Paepe. Find her"
I stood up and pulled a pad and pen out. As I wrote the numbers and words Sophie just stared at the ground.
"I don't see it, all I see is 'My blood will find me, the man who found my sister will find my daughters, daughter until he finds the young blood of his and mine. Read the message left to you and remember my nephew, Letters are numbered.' What does that mean? My blood will find me? The man who found my sister will find my daughters, daughter until he finds the young blood of his and mine? Letters are numbered? How are letters numbered! An blood can not find someone! An why a man how is that important?!?!"
I walked to a wall of shelves and pick up a scroll that was under both letters and numbers. Slowly opening it I read the three lines.
"A man will be born into the line of the chalice. When he reaches the age of brothers death upon the cross he will find my sister. He is the true protector of Sangreal for he is the chosen father of my youngest blood daughter."
Underneath were the letters Paepe BL I started to roll the parchment and cut myself my blood soaked into the words revealing numbers under each letter.
"The Key"
I placed the scroll in my coat 'I have someone to find.'
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Across the world in New York a young girl maybe 8-9 sat in a tree holding a large jacket tight against her body watching the sun set. Several dogs barked and the world seemed to turn cruel as the last rays faded away casting the park into lamp light.
"May my mothers, mother til the oldest bloods brother watch over me as I sleep and keep the white roses painted black at bay. Amen."
She glanced around once more before settling to sleep in the crooks of the ancient she lay in.
When you look beneath the tree you won't find trace of her but, you would never come near the tree wrapped in roses of blood for it is said to be the Holy Tree, for the roses never die and the tree stays young to give shelter to the angel in its leaves.
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AN So this story is suppose to confused people that hate thinking and enrapture the people who love to. The name of the story is a part of the code as well. So thank you for reading so flame or review. An remember Letters are Numbered.
BlackoSun Out!