DREGOR IN DISTRESS: THE PROPHECY (THE SAGA OF BLOOD SCAR SERIES)

Chapter 7 : "The Prophecy"

As I enter the Emilix Chamber, I'm struck by the sheer magnitude of knowledge that surrounds me. Towering shelves of ancient tomes, their leather-bound covers adorned with mystical symbols, seem to stretch up to the heavens. The air is thick with the scent of parchment and forgotten lore. I feel like a kid in a candy store, my curiosity piqued.

But I'm not here to marvel at the architecture or get lost in the pages of dusty books. I'm here for answers. Answers about myself, about Kaden, about this strange new world I find myself in.

I approach Thelonius, my eyes locked on his wise and knowing gaze. "What is this place?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"A repository of ancient knowledge," he replies, his voice low and mysterious. "A place where the secrets of the past are kept, and the future is shaped."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come. "And what about Kaden? Why does he hate me so much?"

Thelonius's expression turns solemn, his eyes clouding over. "Ah, Kaden. A complex soul, driven by his own demons. His path is fraught with darkness, and his destiny is intertwined with yours."

I feel a shiver run down my spine as Thelonius pauses, collecting his thoughts.

"But that is a tale for another time," he continues. "First, you must understand who you are, and what you have become."

As Thelonius opens the small box, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from within. The glass globe, now resting on the peculiar stand, pulsates with a mesmerizing light show - violet, orange, and yellow hues dancing in harmony. The air is charged with an otherworldly energy, and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

Suddenly, a hauntingly beautiful voice fills the chamber, like a gentle breeze carrying the whispers of the past. The melody is both familiar and forgotten, like a half-remembered dream. The singing grows louder, the words becoming clear as the voice speaks directly to my soul:

"In days of antiquity, when celestial spheres conjoin and tenebrous shadows descend,
Three Blood Scars shall converge, a fate to enthrall.
The Phoenix's fiery essence, with heart of Goblin's might,
Shall merge to forge a ruler, of realms both tenebrous and resplendent.

From cinerary remnants of a bygone era, a novel aurora shall arise,
As one who bears the scars, shall claim the celestial expanse.
With potency to unite, the fractured terrains and pelagic vastness,
The chosen one shall reign, with sagacity, valor, and felicity.

The realms of antiquity, shall genuflect to this novel might,
As tenebrousness flees, and luminosity banishes the nocturnal veil.
The prophecy foretold, of three blood scars as one,
Shall herald a novel epoch, beneath the radiant solar orb."

The singing fades, leaving behind an eerie silence. I'm entranced, my mind reeling with questions. What just happened? What throne is it speaking of? And what secrets lie within the heart of the goblin?

Thelonius's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze piercing the veil of my confusion. "The answers, Thaneya, lie within yourself. The Emilix Chamber shall reveal its secrets, but first, you must embrace your true nature."

I feel a surge of uncertainty and vulnerability, my mind struggling to grasp the cryptic words. The song's lyrics swirl around me like a vortex, leaving me disoriented and bewildered. I fear that asking Thelonius to repeat the prophecy will expose my ignorance, but my desire for understanding overcomes my pride.

"Thelonius, I...I didn't quite understand," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "The song spoke of a Phoenix and a goblin, but I'm not familiar with these creatures. And the blood scars and throne...it's all so foreign to me."