"That's a pretty song, isn't it?"
She was close, suddenly,
too close. Willowy and strange, Chryssa tucked a lock of fine brown hair behind one ear as she leaned over
luka chêne 's shoulder, studying the scrawled symbols from her book of hymns. Darkness slipped from the teenager's lips like ink, tongue stained black with ancient secrets.
"And what an interesting book, too..."Chryssa raised a hand, expression curious, and flexed her fingers. The shimmering glove of symbols moved with her skin, too-slow, smudging the lines on her palms and fingernails. In contrast, the glow of AUGUR shone from the other girl's throat like strangled moonlight as she flipped desperately through the pages, searching for... something.
Something hidden. Something powerful.
(Something is twisted and crawling and wrong.) "Separate," she repeated after Luka, sounding distracted. With each word, the darkness spread from her lips, beading on her jawline like black rain.
"Yes... you might be right. Perhaps that would be for the best. To find my own way forward." It was the
opposite of what Luka had said, but Chryssa seemed strangely disengaged. As if she was thinking
very hard.
Or someone else was thinking
for her.
The haunting melody of Perish Song persisted in the distance, its notes sour as citrus. Its impending timer brought her back to reality and Chryssa returned the nearby Laina with a practiced flick of the wrist, a beam of light lancing through the twisting boughs to call the cricket back. The possibility that Senga, with her sensitive Espurr ears, might have heard the song as well did not even cross her mind.
As she touched Muir to sheath it as well, ink came away on the blade. She stopped to study the strange, sluggish markings on the metal.
"Interesting... I wonder..."
Before the wounded
Kaida Adachi followed Luka through the portal of Hidden Power, Chryssa reached out to her egg with the hilt of her Honedge, wondering if she could lift the strange markings which swirled on its surface. They seemed to gravitate towards the ghost blade, spinning, sharp-edged, as if they might cut before it cracked.
"Hide in the woods. Break the eggs."The words came from her own lips without her willing them, and Chryssa herself seemed surprised. She froze, hesitating.
In her hand she felt Muir activate
Protect around the fragile shell, giving it some last blessing before the Koil disappeared.
"Thank you," she said to the blade, then to Kaida, uncharacteristically,
"...Sorry."
Unnerved, she brought her hand back. She sheathed her sword.
She did not follow.
Muir
thudded dully on the ground as Chryssa retraced her steps through the forest of warped bookshelves, leaving the serpents and their keepers behind. Carved circles with beady pupils stared at her from the tree trunks, warning her not to stray from the path. Chryssa ignored them. Only one thing was on her mind.
Intro to Iron.Riddles. Curses. Cures.
Solutions. She had to read it. Of
course she had to read it. It was a
book. It was
the Book.
So why did she feel afraid?
Chryssa's hands shook, then steadied as she gripped the heavy text.
It's now or never. If iron actually removes the cursed ink, I need to know how to use it. Her own intuition could only take her so far.
Something told her there was no going back.
Chryssa turned the Tome over and found a new symbol freshly inked on the back cover, shining with the same luminous blood as the AUGUR marking on her hand. An eye stared at her with baleful indifference, cradled in the crook of a shimmering rod.
W H A T H A S T H R E E L O C K S , A N D N O K E Y ?
Find the answer, or fail at the threshold.
Steeling herself, Chryssa stopped near the entrance to the archives and opened
Intro to Iron.There was no paper.
The pages were
engravings, etched in thinly-hammered sheets of shining metal. She flipped through them, expression neutral, realizing this style of book was meant to preserve a
rubbing, a charcoal reproduction for ancient archivists to copy. It held no ink. What words she
could make out were backwards, including the riddle from before.
"Something is different..."The voice came unbidden from her own mouth and Chryssa jerked back, fingers loosening unconsciously on the tome. It dropped to the floorboards with a
clang, falling open to a smooth, unmarked page and reflecting her own face across its mirror-bright canvas.
Her own, and
SOMEONE ELSE'S.Darkness burst at the sound of her scream, and the terrified mask in the mirror eclipsed itself as the swirling ink covered her face entirely.
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PROTECT (HONEDGE)
+30 ReCreation
+10 The Bound
+20 Perish, Espurr
+10 Hatching Egg
+10 Ink Spreads
+10 Tree Carvings
+15 Ritual Marking
+10 Dbug Crytps
+15 ?