The rain hadn't stopped in three days, it made the overall environment of Berlin cold and gloomy. People hurrying for their own work without even looking up at themselves. Inside a quiet café in Friedrichstraße , Klevin Klaus sat by the window nursing his overall cold and gloomy coffee.
He wasn't really drinking it, he was observing the environment and the coffee made him hold on to it.
His phone vibrated, lighting up the screen a message from an unknown user.
Unknown Number: When the bells toll twice in Munich, the viel shall open your father's work was never finished.
Klevin stared it for a long time, The words felt like a glimpse of past which he didn't knew about. His father, Adrian Klaus gone for eleven years now — disappeared under circumstances nobody could ever explain. People said he'd lost his mind chasing myths, ancient relics and some "Artifact that he remembers."
Klevin have grown hearing the phrases whispered by colleagues, mocked by many journalists and eventually buried by time. Legends' Artifact is what they'd called it.
Now someone was using his father's words to reach him.
He tried not to care about this, telling himself it was a fraud call or some cruel prank on him. But deep down in his sixth sense, he was a little curious. He remembered the night his father vanished — the smell or burning paper in the study table and a strange word scratched into the wall with something sharp: "Beheld."
He'd tried to forgot the night and the incident, until now —
The bell above the café door chimmed. A woman entered, shaking off her umbrella. She had sharp eyes, the thing is that in his sixth sense he was feeling something strange in this woman. She scanned the room once and then walked straight forward towards him.
"Klevin Klaus?" She asked.
He blinked. "Who's asking about me?"
She first showed a badge from her pocket. Dr. Emilia Ross, Department of archaeohistory, University of Munich.
"I am not looking for an interview." Klevin said quickly. "If this is about my father you're a decade late."
Emilia sat down anyway, folding her hands on the table. "Something happened last night at the Alte Pinakothek museum," she said "One of the exhibits opened by itself."
Klevin said. "And I should care because...?"
Because of this, she pulled a photo from the folder. It showed a bronze tablet — ancient, covered in strange, glowing markings at the bottom was a circle crossed by three lines.
Klevin froze. "That symbol."
"You've seen it before?"
Emilia nodded slightly, we found a message carved inside the reliquary, it said, 'To the blood of Klaus, the secret awakens once more. The viel trembles in Munich.' The handwriting was analysed this morning it matches exactly to your father's handwriting.
Klevin was frozen couldn't say anything, he said to himself. "It is not possible, he died eleven years ago."
Emilia heard what he was saying to himself. "Maybe, but something he started isn't finished yet."
Two hours later, Klevin was sitting on the night train from Berlin to Munich, rain streaking the window like grey viens. He wasn't sure why he agreed to go with Dr. Emilia, he was sure that his father died eleven years ago but still his heart was pounding, he felt like his sixth sense is trying to say him something. Maybe curiosity, Maybe to know the secret...
Emilia sat just beside him, a photocopied note in her hands. "Your father was last seen in the Holy Cathedral," She said. She even said, "Your father calls the basement of the Holy Cathedral, The chamber of Beheld."
Klevin looked up and said, "You think he found the Artifact there in the basement of the Cathedral."
Emilia said, "Your father believed that the Artifact doesn't just remembers the last it even rewrites it."
He gave a half laugh and said, "And you think I could finish what he started?"
"I think the message was meant for you," she said, eyes steady, "Whoever—or —Whatever, I know the name Klaus is can be related to you."
The train lights flickered for a moment and Klevin felt a glimpse of something moving along the tracks. A shadow which wasn't supposed to be there and he blinked and it was gone.
By the time they arrived in Munich, dawn had turned the sky a washed—out silver. The streets were still wet, Emilia guided him through a narrow pathways, crossing pathways they reached to an old site of Munich, where the spires of Holy Cathedral cut into the clouds.
Inside, the air smelled like stone, wax and centuries of prayer. Emilia motioned him to follow her, as they reached the basement of the Cathedral—
A spiral staircase led them down into the basement of the Cathedral. The deeper they went the silence was more and coldness started to rise. Walls of carved stone stretched into darkness and some distance ahead came the sound of dripping water.
"This was sealed in 1890s," Emilia said. "But your father noted that here the architecture predates the whole Cathedral. Watch."
She brushed away the dust from the walls of the basement, revealing the same symbol from the picture— three intersecting lines within a circle. Beneath it, Spanish words have been carved and was slowly erased by time.
"The eye of Beheld," Klevin murmured...
He didn't know how he knew the words but it came to his mind automatically like it was planned in the past.
Before Emilia could reply his phone buzzed again leaving nothing but a new message—
Unknown Number: You are close. The secret sees you now.
Klevin hands went colder and colder, "Someone knew we are here, like it is planned or something."
Emilia stepped closer to the wall, "Klevin look at this."—
The lantern flickered violently, he was feeling some paranormal activites. The carvings on the wall began to glow faintly, like viens pulsing beneath skin.
"Klevin don't."—
But he was already reaching out, his fingertips brushed the stone and a shock like lightning raced up his arm. The ground trembeled, the air thickened, shimmering as though the world itself has inhaled.
And then— Light...
Flashes of images in his mind— his father kneeling before this wall, speaking in a language Klevin didn't knew, a city burning, sky turning red, rivers flowing backwards...
And through it all a voice of someone who probably wasn't a human whispered in his ears—
"To be Beheld is to remember. To remember is to rewrite."
Then everything went Black...
When he came to, the lantern was shattered on the floor. Emilia's body was forcing her to kneel down before the wall.
"What happened?" She asked, voice trembling.
"I saw him," Klevin said slowly, "My father was here."
Emilia looked on the wall, she was shocked because the carvings were all gone— erased completely. But in place of the carvings there was a sentence written by blood, dark and fresh like it was written just a few moments ago.
"Everyone will die, Everyone."— It was written on the wall by blood.
The silence pressed down like a weight, a few moments later the Cathedral bells began to ring— once then, twice...
Emilia turned to him, "That was the signal, the viel—"
Klevin stared at the glowing mark, his heartbeat went so loud that he can even hear it. He didn't knew what happened but something inside him was telling it was planned, Everything was planned...
The myths, the Artifact, the relics, the mythical language, everything was true.
And now it had found him.