Unspoken Chronicles

The Revelation

     As soon as he was out of my sight, I close the door of my room. I don’t really know what to do. I can’t cry anymore, there’s no more tears to shed, and my whole body became numb. I place the bow and arrow and the sword beside my bed, then I looked at the bag.

    I don’t know how many minutes pass as I stare at the huge bag. Finally I decided to wash myself up, I pulled a descent night clothes from my mom’s closet. Go to the bathroom and then wash up. As I put on the clothes, it felt strange to me. Then I remembered that the owner of these clothes, my mom, was dead now. I erase the fact that had entered my mind. I need to continue, to move forward, I need and I must.

   Daniel was right about the bag, it was heavy, so I resort on dragging the bag beside my bed and sit on the floor to inspect it, besides the fact that it was too heavy to carry on the top will suffice me making the adjustment.

   As I unzipped the bag, Daniel conclusion again was right. Inside of it, there were no clothes, not a single one. Instead the bag contains old books in it, a pretty thick journal, and a piece of paper with my mom’s note on it, stating:

   Bethany,

I wrote this a couple of months ago. Weighing my options and the pros and cons. By the time you are reading this means I was dead. I’m truly sorry for hiding secrets to you. I won’t be there to explain everything to you, but my journal will, and so the book itself. You just have to figure out how to open it! I know you can do it, you are exceptional with it. You’ll discover more of me in that journal, and you’ll unravel more secrets of mine and the whole heavenly host. Don’t dislike who you are, you are different but good. I want you to know more, but this is all I got! 

Finish what I have started! Be good and Be brave.

                                               Love,

                                                Mom

  As I fold  back the letter, tears welled up on my face. She was right I should continue I should know more. I wiped my eyes clearing it from my tears and I know I can’t sleep, so I need to take action. First step is to read the journal that my mom left. She never told me how to use the book so I figured out maybe the journal would reveal more to me.

  The journal is a kind of a big notebook; the hard cover was brown leather with a design like a dagger with the alliance rune in it. It’s heavy than it looks and inside of it were parchment like papers. On the front page was the picture of me and my mom I hurriedly flip the page, I know that once I started staring that photo, I will be incapacitate by my own grieve and fears.

    I read several of what my mom written on her journal, the time she first step on the land of the mortal, her adventures being a Grigori or watchers as other mortal intended to call them, her being curious, first time he saw man, how she enjoy a certain company, her love relations along with their missions, how she falls for him, then I come across on the center page of the journal. On it written an inscription:

             *   Angelic Secrets *

That caught my interest, And then I started flipping the page and read the first one my mom written:

   After our journey to the world of the mortals, I was expected to report to the Dominion Head Master. I was obliging to report of how our journey turns out, If we find what we seek or not. Fortunately our journey turns out much better, we do indeed fulfill our purpose, finding the missing chronicle, THE BOOK OF UNSPOKEN. It was a single huge book that holds the secret of all angelic hosts and about those who should exist, and who should man knows on the future, and where to find the other six remaining angelic instruments. The book is securely wrapped with golden angelic wool and I carried it inside a duffle bag. It was heavy but I’m sure the whole Dominions will be happy and relief that finally that one of the seven angelic instruments is finally backed to where it belongs. I was walking to the empty hall towards the dominion domain. I reach the golden gate in about a couple of stride, that’s when I heard them debating, the POWERS leader Micolo and the Dominion Head Master Garael. I shouldn’t be there, eavesdropping to their debates, I decided to reveal myself and apologize when I heard about what they would do to the seven angelic instruments once we retrieve it and bring it back and handed it unto them. Micolo talked to Garael with superior tone, relaying that it should be all destroyed, each of it especially the book, which can put the Grigori up to the highest rank if the secrets are revealed.

       The text was revealing something that I assumed should be a secret to all. I become eager to know more about it, I flip another page and the continuation of my mother’s journey was written on it:

    Knowing that all our sacrifices will put into nothing, I hurriedly turn around and proceed unto my room.

Without a moment to waste I packed my things and go straight to Araqiel, our chief on the Grigori. I relayed what I overheard to the conversation to the two leaders and with that he returns the favor and helps me escape the Heavenly Cosmos.

He instructed me to go to the mortal world and hide. He told me that they will follow one by one as soon as I was settled, and that he will send Azazel to be my companion to the mortal world as soon as he can. I obliged and turn my back to once become my home. I know what will happen next, what I will pay to what my actions lead me. They will punish me, to the extent of taking my heavenly ranked and to be called a fallen. I embrace that probability without any regrets.  As I descend to the mortal world, I research of how to be human, I blend in, learn their ways, give what I know and take what I must, and within a year I become one. The only problem is my aged. We fallen don’t aged like the mortals, we aged slower.

I can’t stay on one place for a long time so I wonder everywhere most of my time. By the time that I realize it would be long before one of my old team mates come for me, I begin researching about how I would hide the book more effectively, that’s when It strikes me. If they would find me and capture me the best solution is to dissemble the book itself, to divide it to eight and to seal it   with angelic magic, so that no one could open it.                                                  

     By the time we recover the book, I have heard that you cannot destroy an angelic instrument if you can’t open it. I studied it carefully; memorize everything inside, every chant, every word, and every symbol. I even memorize what the other six look like and where it was hidden, how to divide it to eight and make it a puzzle that’s very hard to solve. I started chanting the forbidden angelic words dividing and sealing the book. As soon as I was done, I wrapped each of it with brown leather and bear the eight forbidden angelic rune.

    I continue my life as a mortal with knowing that I have secured the book. My next mission is, finding the other six, before they found it!

   I started flipping another page but my eyes won’t cooperate I was tired, and so my eyes too. I zipped back the bag, and push it under the bed. I rummage my mom’s closet in search of a smaller bag, and I was not disappointed, I found a small black leather bag pack, I took it out, unzip, put my mom’s letter inside along with the journal.

    Now my mourning was over, I should definitely unravel the secret behind the book that my mom hid her entire life.

Finish what I have started! 

Those words are my new goal. My mom was expecting me to finish what she has done first, and I won’t disappoint her.

        As soon I was surely secured my new possession inside the bag, I check the lock of the door, and even take a look at my back, where the rune lies. 

At first I thought that It was a tattoo but now I know better.

     The only thing that I don’t know is what kind of rune I have. I have to find a way to remember everything I needed too, before my mom clog my memory.  I needed the book to be open, I need every clue, and I needed to know who I am. Now I understood why my mother did what she does. She was just hoping to spend some good times with me, as a normal mortal mom would do. She knows the danger she was facing every minute  of her life.

       I now understood how she felt all those years, living a life with full of worries and being afraid that one day they will find us. I know there’s no one in there but still I say it.

“I forgive you, and your secret is safe with me!” 

Then I fall asleep.