THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
"A knitting crochet and a bead transmitter? Are these the relic to communicate to Narngons?" Serephina asked gazing at the finely trimmed facets of the mounted stone. It glinted a new shine upon the resols of the teal waters, spreading the new sinag of resolute.
"Right! The thing you would hunt whenever you ought to work with threads." Hugh winked at Serephina.
Slowly he turned to Eir and her silenced face and wavering eyes magnetized to the floors made his temples crease. Serephina noticed the change of air around him. Before it could get bitter she intervened.
"Holy heavens! The finest relic I have ever seen. Now we would get to live some virtual moments of the place we miss."
"Ah, right! And we will see our tutors," Hugh sighed nostalgically.
The simple chatters made them miss the moment Galene had connected the blue kyanite into the nook. The veining cyan beams rained their shine on the ceiling and the polished grounds, enlarging the dimensions of the needle in every factor. Gradually the mistic shines knocked on each other, ushering the nearer sinag to race on the walls and then fall to the grounds to rise again.
The sooner they had gone twenty chases around, the cyan rays revamped into golden electric spark needling the walls to generate a glaring globe of silver. Through the glaring arcs, some sinag arose to write some words on the once bright now faint ceiling.
Code to connect, it read.
Galene closed her eyes and pictured her husband and spelt a secret code, inaudible in every syllable.
"A Transcode? What for?" Mordana quizzed.
"Relic communications open gateways between realms and it's better to seal the portals with a code. Wise prevention than hunting down a remedy after shufflings and menaces," Hugh reasoned her with his know it now tone.
"And it's hidden from us for?" Serephina smoked out.
"Eh! It's not hidden, it's ever-changing. Only the involved people can read them. Heard of Glypnetics? It's a bizzare code slang."
"Complicated but easier with practice," Eir spoke with a momentous enthusiasm.
"You know it?" His brows shot up while he coated his words in a sweet symphony.
"Not me, but Sere. She is an amateur glypnetologist. Sooner she would be a proficient scholar." She laced her arms in hers in a doubtful mind. Serephina read between her moves and tightened her grip.
"Ah don't boast me, curie queenie. My senses blast when I strive to explore the fenced meanings. Glypnetics is not a study to mess with passive brains. It's a dangerous delicacy, sweet if eaten right or an indigestible cud that would pay you with infinite unwanted peristaltic churns. Mark my words."
Her words made Eir chuckle a bit. Hugh's turmoil ran a less slower race on seeing them all chattering together.
Seeing the tensions dissolve into the breezes of laughs, Galene felt a recourse of relief in her. As she spelt the last word the sphere acquired a dusk tint, confirming that the communication was to begin soon.
"Lads hear me. None will blame nor sneak. We must fight it together. Alright?" She stressed peering at Mordana who was merely present.
"What? Did something happen? Your words sound more like warnings."
Their odd stillness clarified that he was the one left out.
"Mom, you can speak right?" He demanded.
"You would know it sooner. That's all I could say."
Before her words could reach his ears his eyes had noticed the pendant swaying on the chest of the amethyst child. In a glance, he could guess what would have happened here. Yet, he chose to wait and know it.
Should picking some plump tomatoes, cereals and onions take this much time? Oh Aaron, what a horrible bargainer you are! He cussed his mate to divert his rattles.
"Watch your words. Your dad isn't that forgiving if you annoy him in front of elders." Galene's warnings brought him out of unrest. He coated a disguising smile and nodded his head affirming her.
"Time to solve the riddles." Galene declared as the last rays sinking into the brink of the abyss whispered a howl, notifying them about the opening of the portals of the two realms.
Ups! Ten obraz nie jest zgodny z naszymi wytycznymi. Aby kontynuować, spróbuj go usunąć lub użyć innego.
Hello everyone! The secrets of Eir and the stirs it elicited are out. Hope it was enjoyable. The next update would reveal everything ending part one of the chaos. But the inevitable is commencing its turn.
Here are some empathic questions.
.Ø. If you were made to face such a situation like that of Eir, what would you do?
.Ø. If you were made to know about such a secret who would you be? Mordana or Serephina? And why?
.Ø. If you have any guesses on further happenings drop them here to discuss.
