I wake up at 8:00 to get dressed, eat, brush my teeth, brush my hair, and put a little makeup on. I throw on some jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. The morning is unnaturally chilly for early June.
I toss on my flip flops then hop on my bike. I get to Connor's house in about five minutes and knock on his door. When he answers, I notice he's wearing a sweatshirt that says AC/DC with ripped jeans and his brownish-red hair is pushed back.
"Hey, come on in!" Connor says, moving aside, revealing the magnificent house I only saw once before.
I step inside and the foyer is as beautiful and crystal clean as the last time I saw it. I pull out the book, the codes, and the poems and lay them out on the dining room table.
"How much time do we have?" I ask him.
"We have the whole day. If you really want a number, from now to 10:00 P.M." Connor replies.
"Fantastic. Let's get started." I reply. I pull out the first code. The one that Hazel gave us. We'll get to the other ones later.
Wms ugjj dglb kc ml wms jylb;
lmr gl y qcy md ajmsbq.
Gl rfc jylb mh rfc dpcc ylb rfc
Fmkc md rfc dpcc, ylb rfc
Fmkc md rfc zpytc.
Wms ayllmr cvncar rm yc jclr y
fylb.
rfc umpjb wms ksqr qytc
ayllmr zcamkc njygl qylb.
Mf jylb md mnnpmrslgrw, rfc
Hmsplcw wms yfcyb.
g yk ryl ylb fypb rm qcc
qm zc qspc rm jmmi aypcdsjjw.
g yk ufcpc wms jcyqr cvncar
Dsr rfgq kcqqyec ugjj zc bgpar.
W ayl dglb kc y dmpcqr
efcl wms qfyjj qrypr oscqr
Rfc dmpcqr jmmiq jgic y dygpwryjc
Zsr mljw ufm ayl mncl gq dckyjc
G fytc epcyr kyelgdgaclr asptcq
Rfe zgpbq ufm djw mtcpfcyb ypc bmtcq.
Zc aypcdsj, r jgefrgj, mp
rfgq umpjb ugjj zc lm kmpc.
"Ok so I think that we should start with some simple coding skills." I say slowly.
"I think you've forgotten that you're talking to someone who doesn't know anything about coding." Connor says.
"Well, then I hope you'll know a few after I teach you some, then." I tell him, brushing my hair with my fingers. Connor raises one eyebrow but says nothing.
"So, coding. You've at least heard about it, right?" I ask him. He nods his head.
"Ok. That's a start. The moral is you really just have to learn codes and know how to decode the codes, but remember. There could be codes inside codes. Like lets say, a double letter shift inside a double letter shift. I had a feeling I would need this skill one day and I was right." I explain. "Have you heard of double letter shifts?" I ask. Connor shakes his head.
"Ok. So, you move the original letter two from the left or right. Were going to start with your name, changing your name to the actual code that translates to it. Ok?" I grab a loose leaf piece of paper, Connor nods and I start to go through all the steps with him. I take his name, I write it down, I write the key underneath so he can see it, and code it. His eyes widen as he starts to understand the concept.
"I did it!" He yells. I laugh at his excitement. He throws a fist in the air in triumph. Completely out of the blue, he wraps his arms around me. I only react with a smile. Then he releases and looks at the floor. He clears his throat.
"S-sorry. . I overreacted." He says turning beet red and putting his palm on the back of his neck. He clenches his teeth in an upside down grin. I put my hand on his, and I chuckle. He briefly looks up, and I can see his face is cherry red.
"Your fine, Connor. I remember when I first learned how to code. I reacted nearly the same way." I assure him. He looks at me and smirks.
"Oh?" he says. He starts to laugh. I join him.
"Yes, and possibly even worse than what you just did." I say.
"Really? I find that hard to believe. I literally just hugged you. Anything couldn't be worse than that." He says, crossing his arms.
"Alright. Well, I threw my fist in the air and I nearly broke my knuckle and a projector my late grandfather gave me for my twelfth birthday." I say, narrowing my eyes. Connor starts to laugh, and I smile at him.
"Goodness, well. . I suppose you win, then." He snorts.
"And just so you know, I never took pride in that either." I say. We both start to laugh. I finally am able to catch my breath.
"So the basics are, the letters need to be two to the right or left from the original letter it was written in. A could equal C, or Y. It's a matter of the end result making sense. I'm glad you're learning so quickly!" I tell him, giving him applause. His eyes shine with pride. I'm proud of him. Now, he needs to work on harder stuff.
"Lets try a sentence from the code Hazel gave us." I suggest. Connor nods his head and I pick the sentence at the very beginning.
Wms ugjj dglb kc ml wmst jylb
"Ok. so, all we have to do is move these letters two from the left or right. And if those don't work, then I'll teach you some different codes." I explain. After a few minutes of work, we found a completed sentence: You will find me on your land.
"You will find me on your land." I repeat. I tip my head to the side.
"'You' must mean us, and 'our land' must be. . . our world." I tell him. Connor nods his head in agreement, and excitement. There is little celebration though, as there is still much more to figure out.
I set him to work with the poem Hazel gave us while I worked on the others.
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A Journey To The Clouds, A Fantastical Prophecy - Book One - ✓
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