The Ghost Of The Love Song

Chapter 12 - Axielle

"Axielle , huh? You mean Axielle Valenron , the daughter of Vicar Joseph VII?" The professor ensured as he looked at the paper that was torn into pieces.

"I don't know sir, I haven't asked her last name." I replied as I check out other things in the professor's laboratory. It's located in an abandoned building, yes, but this room is state of the art. Professor's got a library of research books all bundled up by titanic bookshelves, complete with scribbles that explains the bookshelves contents. He also has tools to decrypt old passages and unreadable signs , all backed up by the academy. The ivory whiteness of the laboratory is a sight to behold. I bet he's proud of what he has too today. "By the way sir, this place looks great."

"Every good thing is great  the first time you see it .. until you get used to it. " He replied as he focused on the writings. "But don't get me wrong, I'm not taking this site for granted. I've done a lot of things here in this wonderful laboratory."

"It's alright sir, you have a point anyway. " I said as I finished examining a book about ancient Daromel history.

The professor finished examining the paper as well, but the sad look on his face could only mean one thing, bad news. "The scribbling... they're ancient... Maharlikan language. Something that's out of my expertise. I need to send this to a colleague of mine to find out its meaning later."

"but what do you think it is , sir?" I asked with curiosity.

"Not a phrase, not even two words. Just a name. " He stood up and walked to the refrigerator.

"What do you want, iced tea or soft serves?" He gestured as he opened the ref.

"I'm okay sir. Thank you."

"Suit yourself." He said as he grabbed a bottle of iced tea and closed the refrigerator.

"So it's true. It's really a name." I wondered in my thoughts again. "She is right."

Professor Zimilan returned to his seat. "Axielle Valenron. Very peculiar kid. You wouldnt notice it but she's actually the president of a ghost club."

The memories came back. That's why she leaned on me and suggested that I join the ghost club. Because she's the head. Or maybe she wants to say another thing to me? Whatever could that be?

The professor continued. "Sometimes the people you thought would belong in cheerleading groups or in the limelight tend up to become the nerds or the bookfreaks."

"Isn't that stereotyping sir Zimilan?" I grinned.

He laughed back. "Maybe."

He stood up to get something from the shelves. "You see  Antonio, I was also a famous kid back then that was once made girls hearts' melt. " He said as he pulled out a book from the shelves while I try to keep myself from laughing.

 I noticed the book was more like a.. photo book. He gave it to me.

"That guy there is me." He pointed to the guy with an ancient Daromelanian lute, a descendant of a guitar . Based on the pictures, he really was famous before, seeing photos of him singing in front of a well dressed crowd with his lute. It's really fun to see photos of an old man during his prime. Kinda takes me back to those moments too.

He turned around . "I was a battle bard. I wrote sonnets that would make any girl fall in love with me. I never had any problems in dealing with fame . Everybody thought I'm gonna be a famous singer in my time. Until I studied history."

He walked even further. "History became my life. I loved studying it more than anything. For once in my life I've found something I can never find in music - my true refuge."