The Eyes Of 'Rah

The Chronophages

Lord Knox picked up the egg of memory the insect laid, seeing how it emitted a dull colour showed how little it's memory was, that had also given him an idea of the hierarchy of wolf the insect had bitten.

If it was a wolf who participated in activities or take part in core roles in the pack like a beta or gamma, the egg would have shone brightly but the dull colour could mean it was an omega memory or a random member of the pack who held insignificant role.

He looked at the other eggs in various degree of light, together they illuminated the room, shredding light to the space before the sun rose.

Lord Knox pondered over his search, he needed the little piece of information he needed to achieve his goal. His family had secretly made it their lifelong goal to possess Phemerah's eyes. Something other vampires didn't seem to take to mind. He remembered how his grandfather spent hours in the library pouring over books, looking for any information he could find about the location of Phemerah's eyes and abilities. The congested library is the result of his ancestors' hard work which must not go to waste, how each generation had worked endlessly to find the eyes before anyone would.

His family had known the significance of laying their hands on the Eyes first, he couldn't even imagine how powerful their household would become if they were the controller of the eyes, the vampire would also be worshipped among other creatures.

He placed the egg back in the magical book among the other books, when the last of the insect returned, he would take the book to his witch friend who would sieve their memories and see if she could find anything useful.

He closed the book to return it to the shelf, the grey sky is already turning white, brightening the room a little. His eyes fell on a piece of cloth at the far end of the shelf.

"How did this gets here?" Picking up the handkerchief, the feel of the cloth already suggested it belonged to a member of their high society. Seeing the family crest embellished at the edge, he couldn't believe someone other than him and his associate whom he just brought in the night before had entered the room.

Checking out the drawing of claws which formed the letter F. W meant it belonged to a wolf, his heart skipped a bit, could the werewolves already know about this hidden room?

The room had been in existence long before he was born and very few people in his household knew about it.  He needed to silence the owner of the handkerchief before word spread.

Taking a deep breath to think clearly without making a rash move, if the owner had known everything that resided in the room, shouldn't he had been summoned by the Upper House members for questioning by now, which means he needed to act fast before whoever it is divulge his secret.

Firstly, he needed to identify the owner on time before he shut them up, the thought of resting had long gone. He had an idea of what the W stands for since the Weinroff are the only wolf whose surname started with one, he exited the room, "time to visit a friend"

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Chronophages are enigmatic insects known for their unique feeding habits. These creatures have a distinctive ability to devour memories, rendering their prey susceptible to their predation. Using sharp, pointed whisk-like appendages, Chronophages first immobilize their victims before extracting their memories. This peculiar memory consumption makes them a mysterious and intriguing species in the insect world.

It was believed that long ago, one of the gods had created these creatures during the time when the gods wanders the earth. No one knows the purpose of its creation. Chronophages are one of the insects which had gone extinct way before the dinosaurs.