I heaved myself up from the bed and grimaced a little. I managed to untangle myself with great difficulty and staggered out of the bed. I must have looked like a mess. I rubbed where it ached and sighed. It was time for me to say my goodbyes to everyone, gather a crew, and sail out to my destination. I had to find the other codex.
I picked up the book that lay on the desk in the corner of the room. It had been nailed down to the floor to stop it from moving when sailing. I bent over it and began to flip through the pages. I stopped at one, fingers lingering over a painted piece of some kind of monster I recognized from an old story I had been told once. In black curly writing that the beast encircled it read:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back
'And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe
It was handwritten in beautiful script and the drawing inked with wonderful rich colors. Something about this seemed important, like I couldn't tear myself away from it. I took a deep breath, brushing my fingertips over the drawing of the jabberwocky delicately. I hope I could figure it out soon. There was a knock on my door and I shut the gigantic tome in front of me, picking it up and slipping it into my satchel. I slung it over my shoulder and scanned the room checking if I had forgotten anything before moving to the door and opening it, "Good morning, Elizabeth!" I said pleasantly.
The brunette's hair was in a long braid over her shoulders, wisps of hair escaping here and there, "Good morning, you're up early." She smiled, her brown eyes shining with the sunlight that streamed in from a nearby porthole, "I came to wake you up actually and let you know that I have gathered a crew for you and I have given you command over one of my vessels. The cargo hold has enough provisions that will last you at least a month or two." Her pale skin has a dusting of pink in her cheeks and she handed me a shealth, "For your sword, once you have found him again."
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Fabled Dreams || Book 1: Truth
General FictionWhen Arianna Castelle gets wrapped up into a world she never knew existed she finds out secrets that she had never even thought about. Her mother had told her an old story about a war called 'The Darkness War' and she had never thought it was more t...
