Alexandria's Keeper - Lord Of The Mysteries Fanfiction

-8- Nightmares

"May fate ever change, like time's flowing tide, steering the path that is yours to command. Join the tale and unravel the lie."

Huh?

"Thou who seek the light with a fervent gaze, before thee lies an ethereal weapon—command the wake from devastation, shatter inequity, and restore balance."

What is this? What does it mean?

"Lifeless remains, may you forgive my sins. Destruction will not triumph, for balance shall reign. May you prevail, █████."

Just who—?

"The time has passed. Deviate from reality; embrace what is lost."

My head is going to explode!

"Till the end of time."

STOP!

"Fragment of one's soul, chant one's ode, █████."

Irina's eyes snapped open. The sound of glass shattering echoed in the once-silent room. Her heart pounded in her throat, her gaze darting around, unable to fix on any object until it locked onto a small puddle forming near her. Her body trembled as she sat up from the cold floor, drenched in sweat.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the vivid dream. But her vision darkened. Her ears rang. Panic crept up as she realized she couldn't see. She wiped at her eyes and felt something sticky on her fingers, only now noticing the dark liquid coating her hands.

Her head spun. She staggered backward, grasping at the nearest object for support—a curtain. With a harsh snap, the fabric tore, sending her crashing to the ground. Panting echoed in the room as her heartbeat quickened. She grabbed at her neck, feeling suffocated, before yanking the curtain away from her face.

Red light filled the room, casting eerie shadows. She blinked, slowly recognizing her surroundings. The room was just as it had been before she fell asleep. A broken mug lay on the floor, water pooling beneath it, mingling with something darker, blood. Her hands, still trembling, glittered under the red moonlight filtering through the window.

A full blood-red moon hung high in the sky. Her heart began to calm and a metallic taste on her tongue spread as the ringing in her ears subsided. But just as her panic waned, the voice returned, creeping into her thoughts. Irina clutched her head.

"— only—"

Not this again!

"— thou can glimpse in one's thoughts— absent of a core— devoid of a soul—"

She fought to control her spiraling thoughts.

"—waken in ruins— amidst lifeless remains— blood washed by rain—"

I can't listen to this! My head... I'll lose control if this keeps going!

"— not all that will ensue— I retreat, yet I live on—"

Sefirots! If I enter one, the voices will stop, right? Just like Fors...

"— the end of all hope— to lose all faith— unforgiving destiny—"

Irina's body gave out, collapsing on the cold ground. Her fingers twitched as they moved, slowly tracing the word 'Alexandria' in the blood beside her.

"— thou alone cannot make █████ stand still— To the ashes of time, one shall revolt. Follow m—"

Suddenly, the scene shifted.

Bookshelves stretched as far as the eye could see, towering over her, filled with tomes, records, and novels that seemed to rise to the unknown. The floor beneath her feet was smooth, almost glass-like. Around her, swirling darkness flowed both above and below, undisturbed by her presence.