AN: Here it is! My longest chapter so far! Hope ya'll like it! Remember I love reviews!

Chapter Six:

"Grandpa tell me the story about the knights again."

Kyla watched as her grandfather, Nathan, set down his book and moved the chair closer to her hospital bed.

After the accident that killed her parents, the doctors wanted to keep her in the hospital a few extra days to make sure that she didn't have any internal bleeding that could also kill her as well.

"During the Crusades, there were nine brave knights known as the Knights Templar…"

Kyla slowly sat up in her hospital bed and listened intently to her grandfather's story about what the knights did and what they found. She knew that there were sad parts in the story, including how the French King and the Catholic Church killed most of the knights on Friday the 13th in 1307. But it was the ending that she loved the most.

"…some of the Knights escaped being captured and killed. And to this day there are still some of the Knights surviving."

"Really?" Kyla asked surprised. She had never heard this part before.

"Yes," he said.

"Why?"

"They protect the most valuable object that was found in Jerusalem during the Crusades."

"What is it?" she asked even more intrigued.

"They protect the Holy Grail," he said in a hushed whisper.

Kyla's eyes went wide. "Really?"

He nodded yes. "But now, they are called into action if the Priory of Sion needs them."

Kyla had also her his stories about how the Priory of Sion had formed the Knights Templar. She wished that she could really meet a real knight.

"And now for you sweetpea," he said leaning over and taking something out of his briefcase. He opened the small box and took out something shiny. "Turn your head around and close your eyes."

She did as he asked. She felt him put something cool around her neck.

"Ok now look," he said.

Kyla looked down and saw a sterling silver necklace with a star charm on it.

"Thank you grandpa!" she said reaching out and hugging his neck gently.

"You're welcome sweetpea. But this necklace is so much more then just a star. The star in ancient times was a symbol of feminine protection. So this star will always protect you."

A nurse came into the room and told Nathan MacDonald that it was time to leave for the night.

He gathered up his things and gently kissed Kyla's forehead.

"Sweet Dreams, sweetpea," he said leaving.

Kyla lay back down against the pillows and fell to sleep as the aroma of lilies filled the room. The lilies were a gift from Nathan's best friend, Jacques Saunière, who lived in France…

Kyla's eyes fluttered open. As she did everytime she woke up, she gently ran her fingers over her silver star charm that hung around her neck.

She tiredly looked around her. The cabin of the plane had been dimmed and most of the people in first class were either asleep or watching the in-flight movie. The little girl next to her was busying drawing a picture.

Kyla rubbed the sleep from her eyes once again, then leaned over and pulled out a tattered copy of a hard back book out of her carry-on bag. It was a text book that she had used while she was in college in one of her feminine studies courses. It was titled 'Symbols of the Lost Sacred Feminine' by some Harvard professor. Something that was mentioned in the book she marked when she was in school. Now thinking back, she wondered if it had anything to do with her and her current situation.

"My daddy wrote that book."

Startled, Kyla looked down at the little girl. "Excuse me?"

"My daddy wrote the book," she said once again.

She saw the little girl reach over and tug on her father's sleeve. "Daddy she is reading one of your books."

Langdon looked up from the book he was reading and over at Kyla. "I see that Sarah," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. Kyla smiled at the father-daughter interaction. That made her miss her family even more.

She sighed as she opened the book and quickly read the section about the Rose Line that ran through Paris. There was just something about roses that she couldn't place. She placed the book back into her bag and took out another book, just as equally tattered and torn. This was her grandfather's diary. He had written in it at least once a week since returning from Europe after World War II. She had read it from cover to cover several times.

But it was the final entry that she couldn't understand. It was written directly to her, probably right before he mailed her all the papers before his murder:

Sweetpea,

Protect the Rose and her followers. Remember that clues are everywhere and returning to your roots is a way to go.

There are others like you. But you are special.

Never loose faith no hope and help will always be with you…

Kyla sighed as she closed the book. She had so many questions.

What was the Rose?

What clues?

What did he mean by roots?

And what help?

"Do you want to color a picture with me?"

Kyla looked down at the little girl next to her again. The little girl had pretty green eyes that seemed calming and soothing. Something about her made Kyla feel all warm inside.

"Sure," she said smiling.

The little girl smiled back and handed Kyla one of her coloring books. Kyla flipped to a page with a teddy bear holding a bouquet of flowers. She picked up a red crayon and began coloring.

"What's your bunny's name?" Kyla asked, noticing the little girl's bunny.

"Floppy," she said smiling.

"My name is Kyla. What's yours?"

"Sarah."

"Well Sarah, Floppy looks like a happy bunny."

Sarah laughed. "She is. I just hope that Kiki likes her."

"Who is Kiki?"

"My doggie at home. I haven't seen her in a long time!"

For the next little bit, Kyla and Sarah colored and talked. And the entire time, Sophie and Langdon watched with smiles on their faces. They had never seen their daughter talk to anyone like this before. Not even in Primary School with kids her own age.

The more Sophie looked at Kyla, the more she began to seem familiar.

"Excuse me, miss?" Sophie asked.

Kyla looked up. "Yes?"

"Have we met before?"

Kyla shook her head no. "Not that I know of," she answered. "But if you move your hand from the magazine, that might help."

Sophie looked down and saw her hand lying across a clothing advertisement. She looked down at the ad then back at Kyla then back down at the ad.

Kyla laughed a bit. "My name is Kyla Watkins," she said.

"The fashion model!" Sophie asked dumbfounded.

Kyla nodded and went back to coloring with Sarah.

Sophie sat there for a second, thinking about that last name. It sounded so familiar to her. She knew she had heard it somewhere else when she was much younger.

An image of an older man, not her grandfather, was sitting next to her showing her pictures of his family.

'And this is my granddaughter, Kyla Watkins….'

That was when it dawned on her.

"Wait. Is your grandfather Nathan MacDonald?" she asked. Langdon looked at his wife oddly. How could she know this young woman?

Kyla stopped coloring and looked back up at Sophie. "He was my grandfather. Why?"

"I'm Jacques Saunière's granddaughter."