AN: Thanks to all the reviews! So simply because I have to keep myself occupied right now, I wrote another chapter for ya'll. Enjoy! And if you have a question, leave it in the review and I will answer it.

Chapter Three:

"I'm just not going to go to the lecture," Langdon said. "It's as simple as that."

"You have to go. You're the keynote speaker," Sophie argued.

"If I go, then you and Sarah are going with me. That is the only way I will leave you two. I know that even if you go to Scotland that the Priory members that are there will watch over you. But still that's not enough for me. I don't want you put either you or Sarah in harms way," he said sitting down on the bed. "Then when we get back, we'll just go up to Rossyln."

Sophie looked at her husband's face. The look in his eyes told it all. He was very serious about what he was saying. She nodded in agreement.

"We'll all go," she said.


"Where are you going to go?" Roger asked.

"London," Kyla said as she taped up another box.

"For how long?" he asked.

Kyla glared up at him.

"What?" he asked. "I have to let everyone know when you will be back."

"I will be back when I want to be back. Until then I just want to be left alone!" she forcefully said, shoving clothes into a box.

Roger sighed. Why was this girl such a pain sometimes?

Kyla knew what that sigh from Roger meant. He was getting a bit frustrated.

"Ok I'll make you a deal." Kyla said calmly. "Leave me alone for at least six months, then I will let you know what I want to do."

"You've got it," Roger said shutting his planner. "If you need me before then call me."

Kyla smiled and thanked him as he left and she kept packing.

As Roger was leaving the apartment, he noticed something sitting on Kyla's desk. It looked to be a very old oak box.

"Just out of curiousity, what's in box?" he asked.

"I have no idea," she answered. "I can't open it."

'Interesting,' he thought as he left the apartment.

Once Roger had left the apartment, Kyla grabbed the box and the stack of papers under it and placed them in her tote bag.

She knew that the box held something of great importance, but what she really didn't know. the lock on the front of the lock was extremely old and she didn't have the key to open it.

When she had returned home from her grandfather's funeral in Arizona, seven years ago, the box as well all her grandfather's important papers had been waiting for her in New York. And she wondered if what was contained in the box and the information in the papers could help her with her dreams.


"Are we really going to fly across the ocean?" Sarah asked.

"Yup," Langdon answered.

Two days after Sophie and Langdon agreed to go to America as a family, it was time to go. And the entire time to Heathrow Airport, Sarah had been nothing but a bundle of questions. Along with that came a bit of surprise to Langdon and Sophie. Usually the nightmare's that Sarah has stick with her for days, but this one didn't.

Maybe it was all for the better.

"Are we really going to a city with a big red apple?" she then asked.

Langdon and Sophie laughed slightly.

"No sweetie. New York City's nickname is the Big Apple," Sophie said, holding her daughter's hand as they walked through the airport terminal.

"Oh." Sarah said a bit confused.

Langdon scooped his daughter up and carried her the rest of the way to their gate. "You'll love New York City. There are lots of flashing lights that are big and pretty," Langdon said smiling at Sarah.

Sarah's face lit up. "Really?"

She watched him nod yes. "Then if you are good the entire time, right before we leave, we'll go to a HUGE toy store where you can get something."

"I'll be good daddy! I promise I will be good!"

"I'm sure you will princess," he said kissing her cheek.


Kyla looked all around her. She had no idea where she was.

She was standing on a mountain area in what seemed like a desert area. Finally, she saw a large group of people. She made her way over towards them.

The closer she got, the better she could make out what she was seeing. That was when she stopped. She now knew where she was.

She was standing on Calvary in Ancient Jerusalem! And she was witnessing the death of Jesus!

Too shocked to move, she watched the scene unfold in front of her. It seemed like an eternity, but when the Roman solider pierced the skin of Jesus with a spear, she was thrown forward.

Now images flew past her. Some ancient, some current. What they meant, she had no idea.


Kyla say up breathing hard.

Now this was a new dream. What did it mean? What were they trying to tell her?

But the spear seemed to play a major part of all of this. She had heard about this spear before.

Then it dawned on her.

The Spear of Destiny.

But what it all meant was left to be discovered.