Fallen Stars

Chapter 19

KLAIRE

"This is what attacked Tygron," Shayne showed us a creature on a distant page of the book I placed on the dining table of their house.

The three of us went downstairs to have a meeting while Tygron rested above and the rest of them as Cathera said were on duty out there.

"What on earth is this thing?" asked Cathera hovering her finger on the face of the scaly beast's illustration on the page.

"There are scattered translations written but most of them were damaged," said Shayne.

"Can you read it, Klaire?" She asked her.

"There are three languages written on this page. Other than English, I could only understand the new runic language but most of these are ancient regarthian," I said, hovering my hand in the centre of the two pages. It is hard to distinguish the new from the old runic language but if you understood it you could tell the difference in how they're written.

On the page, the original language had the text written in a mixture of paragraphs of old and new runic language. These runic languages are written in Samthlan Runes, an ancient language of the continent. There are scattered English translations that are written as scribbles across the text layered next to the most important parts of the page.

"Then, what can you read it says?" She asked, glancing at me as her hair floated right above the paper, then returned her gaze to the book.

"The Feldrah" I started reading. "it is one of the oldest known creatures in the history of witches. This beast was created long ago in an event that occurred that caused the death of millions of lives. This event was known as the Great Plague"—I paused. When I did, the two looked at each other—"It is also one of the reasons why the witch trials were created. The Kings of Regartha in that age were alarmed that this disease was caused by witches which it is. The disease was created by the strongest witch of all time. The Queen. Her peerless zealousness forced her to create this disease and the beast was created because of this as a side effect. The souls of the people who were killed by the disease were used by The Witch Queen to create a beast named the Feldrah making the woods of Meiroh more dangerous at night. Due to countless lives killed, The King of Stenbrough resolved to locate the witch queen, executing her by imprisoning her in a coffin and throwing her out to the Regarthian Sea. Sooner, the king also found out what the queen had created and resolved to kill it but was unable to. And since then the Feldrah attacked in a slow deadly way," I finally stopped reading because the next paragraph was what I couldn't understand.

"That's it?" Shayne said.

"Wait," I said hovering my finger on the other page to see if I could understand something in there. "Here," I pointed and read again, on the paragraph at the lower portion of the page.

"In every twelve years, The Feldrah returns to avenge its owner from the hands of Stenbrough citizens murdering people and coming back again and again."

"That's all I could understand," I looked at Shayne and Cathera. Cathera suddenly had some bad glint in her eyes, like thinking about a bad blurry memory.

Then, behind us, we heard Tygron groaning. We all looked at him. He was slowly opening his eyes.

"Tygron!" said Cathera and rushed towards him sitting on the chairs we left at the bedside and reaching his hand to hold it. The two of us just followed her. Cathera hovered her hand on his left shoulder, softly rubbing it.

He was panting slowly and groaning softly. As he looked at us he weakly spoke Cathera's name. "Cathera... wh... where?"

"Just don't speak if it hurts," Shayne said, also staring at him with distress.