The Quest of Sir Marione of Kingdom Lancelotte

For five days, I have ventured the most breathtaking expedition in my entire life.

It all started with a mysterious phone call. It was five eighteen in the morning and the dawn was about to break into the mytical eastern horizon. The bluish hue of the sky marks the beginning of another ordinary day, or otherwise.

The voice behind the phone was indeed cold and stern. He faxed me some pictures, depicting a lifeless nude body with a startling mark on his frail chest. I turned the picture upside-down and I can’t believe what I saw on the picture. Illuminati - a secret brotherhood. Illuminati literally mean “the enlightened ones”. As a Harvard professor of Art and History, Illuminati’s aim was to trounce the foundations of the Catholic Church, particularly in the Vatican. They were sworn enemies since the dawn of Renaissance Period.

I flew from Massachusetts to Geneva, Switzerland in just an hour. I rode on to this uncanny plane in which the pilot claimed that it was a Boeing X-33.

I was welcomed by Maximilian Kohler, the director of CERN. I was still mystified of this by the death of one of their great Physicist, Leonardo Vettra. Apart of it, I was amazed by the interior of the complex. There, I met the late Leonardo Vettra’s adopted daughter, Vittoria. She was indeed beautiful and no doubt, she was one of the finest Physicist, or Biophysicist to be exact in this complex.

Little by little, I was informed that an antimatter was about to explode in the next six hours. We went into the depths of the complex. There I witnessed the antimatter annihilation. I knew in an instant, The Holy See will be the largest crater in the world.

Still baffled with her Vetra’s untimely death, and with the surprising existence of the Satanic Cult, Illuminati, we flew another hour to our next destination.

The Roman afternoon sun glistened on to Leonardo Da Vinci Airport’s tarmac as the Boeing X-33 made its way to the hangar. We were directly transported to Vatican City, the smallest country of the world, the city that lies within a city. The Tiber River of Rome silently snakes its way to the lush Mediterranean Sea as we flew around the vast skyline of Rome.

The Swiss Guards

I noticed that the St. Peter’s Square was jam packed with tourists and media vans. Dang, later I realized that it was the Vatican’s sacred tradition, the Conclave. This was done fifteen days after the Pope’s untimely death. Perfect! The Holy See sits in a ticking time bomb. Illuminati had planned this malevolent war.

Some time later, we received an anonymous call, describing and illustrating that the next few hours would be deadly. Four cardinals, the preferetti (the Papal candidates), were abducted by this merciless group.

I have made my way to the secret archives, endured the “oxygen-deprived room” and solved numerous puzzles just to chase the Hassasin. We have traveled from one church to another, only to discover that we’re late and the cardinals were dead. Also, they were mark by an ambigram text, representing the four elements – Earth, wind, fire and water. The path to the Church of Illumination must have a subtle clue on to its statues.

Let the lofty angels guide you.

The Ecstacy of St. Teresa

"…his great golden spear…filled with fire… plunged into me several times…penetrated to my entrails…a sweetness so extreme that one could not possibly wish it to stop." - St. Teresa

I was almost killed by the Hassasin, and I could only see evil on to his spiteful eyes. He kidnapped Vittoria. Time is running out. More and more people flocked to the St. Peter’s square just to witness the countdown and the allegations about the Church and CERN.

I have failed to save the four preferretis. But I will give on to these series of predicaments and tragedies.

Finally, I have found the Church of Illumination. It was indeed dark and sinister. I found Vittoria together with the Hassasin. Armed only with an iron spear, we fought together. I have to admit, he was indeed stronger than me. My body’s already tired. But I felt that God’s presence was within me. The killer fell down into the balcony. He didn’t shout and I only heard a snap from his spine. His body was twisted along with the cannonballs a hundred feet below the balcony.

It was not the end. We still have to catch up. Save Vatican, Save the Camerlengo from the treacherous 11th Hour Samaritan – Maximilian Kohler. We used the secret shortcut going to the Holiest place on earth, the Il Passeto. We caught Kohler branding the Camerlengo – the sixth brand. Instinctively, one of the Swiss guards gunned Kohler together with the captain of Swiss Guard, Capt. Rocher – an Illuminatus.

Suddenly, the Chamberlain ran outside the St. Peter’s Square, going inside the Cathedral. Twenty minutes left ‘til doomsday. We went to the secret catacombs. I was stunned, the Chamberlain’s not acting weird, he was right. The antimatter was hidden from St. Peter’s tomb. The Illuminati wants to destroy the foundation of the Catholic Church – both figuratively and literally. Four minutes, and we dashed from the crowd to the helipad. Yes, I thought we would dump the canister in the open sea, but no, it would be dangerous. The Roman quarry would be great but the Chamberlain flew higher and higher. I was terrified by his decision – a heroic suicide. But then he jumped off the helicopter with a parachute. I have no choice but to jump also, without any safety devices. Then an explosion occurred. I can feel the searing heat of the shockwave. The night was transformed into daylight by a minute or two. Then it went normal.

I thought I saw God. Total blackness. I can see His hands reaching out for me. But no, I was still conscious. I was rushed to the nearest hospital. I’m alive, yes, I’M ALIVE. I went back to the Vatican and I was surprised that Vittoria kissed and hugged me. I never thought that I escaped death right at this moment.

I remembered when the late Kohler handed me this secret video camera. It was small. It was a recorded video, at least an hour ago. It was when Kohler and Chamberlain spoke about the secrets of the antimatter. A leakage occurred on Leonardo Vettra’s secret work. But still we were all thankful that the Vatican was saved by the treacherous attack of the Satanic Cult, the Illuminatti.

And then it hit me. I was on the living room, doing nothing. I have not ridden the Boeing X-33, I may not meet Vittoria Vetra, or the Chamberlain, or the Hassassin, or Maximilian Kohler, but it was not a big deal to me since this is one of the greatest adventures that I’ve experienced in my entire life.

Back to reality, I have to feed my dogs, clean the table, wash the plates, and drink some ice cold coffee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The Eighteenth Sonnet
William Shakespeare