Etched In Their Minds

Undecim: Cryptic

Isaac turned off the living room's lights and walked into his bedroom. He locked the door and turned on the air conditioner.

He walked over to his bed and weakly landed on it. The second he touched the soft bed, the room turned into a pure white realm and his body flipped upside down.

Laid on his back, his face was slathered with confusion. He looked left and right and only saw an infinitely expanding white space.

"Isaac," an echoey voice called out to him.

He looked around for the voice, but saw nothing. Then a realization hit him.

"Damn, you're one of the things living in Ina's book right?"

"Indeed," the voice replied.

Isaac sighed and groaned.

"What do you want?"

"A moment of your time."

"For what?"

"A message."

Isaac put on an annoyed face, but was interested.

"All right, hit me," he said.

"Try your best," it said.

Isaac's eyebrows rose in confusion. He was flabbergasted at the brief message.

"The hell do you mean?"

"The Priestess is ignorant to her powers. Some things are meant to be, but fate is not absolute. An effort can be made, but magic is always a factor," another, much deeper voice said in a calm manner.

"....Huh?"

"Although enraged, be wit and epiphany will descend," then another.

"Y'all deadass right now?" he asked with disbelief.

"Ultimate bleeding, starts with a coin. Time flow chaotic, absolute fingers snap the heavens," then another.

"Goddamn..."

"Obsolete as they may be, words have meaning. Attract the storm and handle the consequences. Another outburst, goodbye."

"These bitches must've practiced this... Yo, please talk normally! I can't understand y'all cryptic ass talk  man!"

"No. Talking like this is a quadrillion times better than casually."

Isaac put on a confused face and stared into nothingness.

"Aight... can I leave now?"

"Sure."

Poof, Isaac was back into his room, on his bed.

"Haagh, fuck man."

He went under the blanket and adjusted his body until he became comfortable.

Isaac frowned with closed eyelids.

[What the hell did they meant.]

He was especially focused on the 'Ina doesn't know her power' part. But he knew he'd just be stressed trying to decipher what they were trying to convey, so he went to sleep.

-food-

"So, the Ancient Ones talked to you?"

"Yeah, some stuff about bleeding starting with a coin, time flow, snapping heaven, and uhh... other random stuff. They were confusing as hell."

"Well, they usually don't talk much. Hmm... this is weird," Ina said, then fell into contemplation.

Isaac stared into Ina's eyes while she was thinking deeply about what Isaac told her.