Bearer of the Stars

Chapter 05: The Bearer and the Stars

Night bolted down the hallway and scaled her ladder with ease. She darted toward a dresser that was filled with writing and drawing supplies, along with the clothes that would normally be in another person's wardrobe. God knows that her mother had drawers and drawers filled with silk scarves and pearl necklaces galore.

She pulled out a three-ringed notebook and a handful of pencils and pens. Pausing, she looked at her stack and then pulled out a couple of highlighters as well. She would need to keep this well organized as well.

She trotted back to the book that she had closed and left waiting beside her cushioned perch. She hopped up and set everything beside her accordingly. No one would ever realize she was extremely organized by looking into her room; it might have been another mysterious thing about her. There were blankets strewn around the room and an abundance of mugs laid out across the expanse of every table top.

Though, that was only because she hated going downstairs to hand in her mugs to the dishwasher and to possibly meet her mother's glare. She also kept the blankets around the room to have quick and easy places to find a nest. She was lazy when it came to setting up comfortable places, and tended to forget to be comfortable when she got enraptured into a book. Simply leaving them out gave her easy access.

She cracked open the old manuscript and found the old scripture meeting her again. So it hadn't been a dream, or even an hallucination.

She rewrote the decoder into a piece of paper. It was hard to get all the symbols exactly correct, but after a couple tries they all looked adequate, at least by her standards.

Then she began to take notes on the different time periods. It was a timeline; except the book didn't give exact dates to all the events, so she simply had to guess.

She didn't know how to identify the reader, because there was no name. It wasn't as if she could go and compare handwriting either, because she wouldn't be able to even get into the place to do that without her father's permission, and he would have never given permission. As well as the fact that this writer probably wasn't even in the database. Druide had burned libraries that had defied his theories; she didn't want to imagine what he would do to this book, or even the person who had written it.

After completing her timeline, Night sat back and stared at the book. Now the question about how she had acquired it. Although, maybe it was less a question as to who had given to her, and more of what had happened to her original copy, because the book looked exactly the same as her original one. It had the same smudge of ink on it's surface that she had given to it after doing her homework one night and forgetting to wash her paws.

It had not had the crimson stains before, though, or the smell of death lingering on every page. Maybe there had been... A spell put on it? Though, only psychic and fairy type pokemon could do spells and enchantments. She thought harder... And dark types.

That was it. Night went back to the very first page and started reading the text again. It was a different language. But not a language that anyone spoke, it was one that one learned. It was like tech speak, or speak for scholars who had a larger vocabulary. It was magic speak and all these letters and words, when put together, probably that is, connected and made spells.

This wasn't a glossary, but a spell in actuality. The mean's under it were and weren't the meanings of the words, it was the decoding of the spell itself.

Night's heart sped up, but her focus was locked on to unraveling this mystery. This was sure exciting. The way she had read it the words had not connected; that was because she had read it horizontally... But if she read it vertically?

She began to write down the poem that spilt out once she figured out the correct way to read it.

Days of dark

Days of light

For those who embark

To fight this blight

A corruption has wormed inside of our history

Why will forever be a mystery

Unraveled in time

It will break through at the chime

The music of our god

Will seek out our flawed

Our Bearer will come down out of heaven

To create an inspired haven

The stars will light this path

And they will beat down this wrath

Watch the sky children who have been dealt these everlasting scars

For you will find sanctuary in the stars

Night's blood was humming with excitement and her ears were twitching back and forth. She had discovered something big, she knew it.

She wrote the poem and circled it in a thick blue highlighter. This was important, but now she had to figure out why. She had decoded the puzzle and now knew enough that might get her killed, but maybe this was the beginning of a new era.

A beginning to this Bearer... This bearer of the stars.