Everybody was worried sick upstairs. Nobody had any recollection of the past events. Only I did and Ronald too as he was the puppeteer of this godforsaken nightmare. Sidney was dead.
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Now it hit me. I was all alone now and I had to do something for the others or else all of us would die. I need to translate this Latin. But the how was the bigger question. I went to the library to find a Latin dictionary. Maybe the dictionary had an understandable translation for these Latin Tattoo sayings I found Aron sitting there. He was reading an old history book.
I went closer to him and asked, “What are you reading?”
“It’s The Cambridge History of Latin America”, he said, “I know it’s not the ideal time to read but I have a feeling that reading calms me down and I think I love history that is why this book seems interesting. And while reading this book I also found out that I knew Latin. Isn’t it cool?”
“That’s music to my ears.” I said, “Can you translate something for me?”
“Yes, sure! If I can”, he chuckled. I showed him the pictures.
“What is this? Is this blood?” he said with a hint of horror in his voice.
“Yes, it was already there in my phone. I need to know what this is. I think it might help us get out of here.” I replied.
He read the text. He said, “Roughly translated, I think this says, Only Purification can open Gates to Wisdom. What does this mean?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll try to figure it out. Thanks a lot!” “Mea fiet! Roughly Translated, My Pleasure!”
“Only purification can open gates to wisdom”
What did she mean by purification? Did she mean some sort of spiritual cleansing ritual or something? What wisdom would I get? Which gate? Lot of unanswered questions but very less time as the clock only had two hours to 3:10, the day reset time.
