Caitlin hurried up the staircase, running up as it twisted and turned, spiraling up, again and again, her feet echoing on the gold. She ascended, higher and higher, until finally it led her to a small, arched door. She opened it, and to her amazement, she found herself outdoors, back in Jerusalem, outside the holy Temple, on the far side of its walls.
As she stepped outside she heard a noise behind her, and turned and saw the door closing, then disappearing, blending into the wall. Within moments, she was amazed to see, the door seamlessly blended into the stone wall, leaving no trace there had ever been a door there at all. It was as if the Temple had ejected her outside its walls and sealed itself up again.
Caitlin stood there, on the outskirts of the holy Temple, in the streets of Jerusalem, trying to process it all.
Your guide will appear at the Eastern Gate.
She looked all around, and surveyed the wide stone plaza before the holy Temple. Hundreds of people milled about in every direction, streaming into the Temple, and in the distance she saw the soldiers still trying to break into the holy chamber, where they thought she was. No one suspected that she was out here, far from their eyes.
But now what?
Your guide will appear at the Eastern Gate.
As exhilarated as she was at finding this final clue, she was also disappointed. She had hoped to find her Dad there—or had, at least, hoped to find some sort of magnificent relic. Maybe even the shield.
But it was just this, another clue. She felt that this was the final clue. But she still didn’t know what it meant.
Your guide will appear at the Eastern Gate.
She decided that she had to get up in the air, to look down at the city, to get a bird’s eye view. Maybe that would help her understand.
She leapt into the air and in moments was up high, circling, looking down at Jerusalem. She felt certain that the clue had something to do with her Dad—and with Jerusalem. The Eastern gate.
As she circled, she saw that Jerusalem looked much like a walled, medieval city: there was a large, stone wall surrounding it, and all around it were large, arched gates through which people were entering and exiting the city.
The Eastern gate.
Caitlin circled, and the more she dwelled on it, the more she felt certain the final clue was a reference to the Eastern gate of Jerusalem. She circled again, got her bearings, and headed towards the Eastern side of the city.
As she flew closer to it, down below she could sense a great commotion. Thousands of people were milling around the eastern side of Jerusalem, and they all seemed to be congregating around one entrance. The Eastern gate.
As Caitlin looked down, she saw the eastern gate: it was huge—a hundred feet high, arched and solid gold, with intricate carvings all over it. Above it, up high, in the ramparts, were dozens of Roman soldiers, patrolling, keeping watch on the city.
Caitlin dove down, landed out of sight, then hurried into the thick crowd, blending with the masses. She pushed her way through, towards the gate, trying to see what all the commotion was about. She felt certain that whatever was taking place was somehow related to her.
Finally, she broke through the rows of people, and stood there, looking up at the gate. There were thousands of excited and anxious faces, the crowd stirred up, agitated. She was dying to know what they were looking at. As she reached the front, she finally saw for herself.
A single person was entering through the gate, towards the crowd.
Your guide will appear at the Eastern gate.
She could not believe who it was. She had found, she knew, the man that would bring her to her father.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Caleb stood there, at the base of the Mount of Olives, watching the sky. He had been unable to look away from it ever since Caitlin had left. Secretly, he hoped she would come back. But he knew she couldn’t.
He felt a tightness in his chest, a sadness, and found it hard to breathe. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop feeling as if it might be the last time he ever saw her. He thought back to all the times they had been together, to all the centuries, to his proposal, to their wedding. She was his life. She meant more to him than anything on this earth. And to watch her go, to fly away like that, broke his heart. He knew, rationally, that she should return. But deep down inside, somehow he felt that she never would.
So Caleb stood there, watching, hoping—and as he did, he began to feel something else: he began to sense a great disturbance in the universe. He had felt disturbances before, throughout the centuries, in his battles with Kyle, against the Blacktide Coven, and against a multitude of evil creatures. But he had never felt a disturbance like this. It was a disturbance that shook the very fabric of the earth. He felt the air shaking, the skies tearing apart. He sensed that something very evil—and powerful—had been unleashed. Something so powerful that it could not be contained. Something that might even bring an end to the very world.
Caleb sensed a presence, and looked to see Aiden standing there. Somehow, he had appeared beside him.
“You watch the skies for her,” Aiden observed softly.
Caleb saw Aiden watching the skies, too, and could hear in his voice that he, also, missed her. There was a look of grave concern in his face.
“Yes I do,” Caitlin responded.
“You and Caitlin, you have a very deep destiny. A fate. The two of you were meant to be. Nothing can tear it apart. Nothing.”
Aiden watched in silence.
“Sometimes,” he continued, after a long while, “the world intervenes, and one person dies before the other. That doesn’t mean though, that they are not together.”
He turned and stared meaningfully at Caleb.
Caleb felt his heart pounding at his words. His ominous feeling worsened. Aiden had confirmed his worse fears. Would he die before Caitlin?
Or even worse: would she die before him?
Before Caleb could ask, he suddenly heard a shuffling, the sound of dozens of feet, and he turned and saw, to his surprise, dozens of Aiden’s coven members. Somehow, they had all managed to creep up, silently, behind him. They all stood there, in their white robes, watching the skies. Caleb saw their worried expressions, and realized they sensed it, too. The entire coven was out in force, waiting. As if they already knew. As if preparing for a war.
Caleb stood there, among them, and felt proud to be among them, proud to be with Aiden. He knew some terrible danger was coming for them, and no matter what the outcome, he felt proud to be able to make this last stand with them. If this were to be his final place on earth, the last battle he fought, he would proudly do it here, fighting with these men. And he would fight to his very last breath.