Unspoken Chronicles

Clue Hunting

    The next day, I was introduce to the hall with the others. As usual, Daniel was the one who pick me up on my room, and guided me to the maze castle. We both arrive before the orientation begun. Daniel was not a talker, but apparently there are a couple of nephilim that hang around him. I met a couple of five nephilim, Jayson with auburn hair, emerald eyes, and green color of wings, Jessica with blond silver blond hair, angelic face, grey eyes, and grey wings, Marcus with black hair, olive skin tone, red eyes, red wings, Lilia with brown hair, white skin, chocolate brown eyes, and muddy brown wings, and lastly Christopher with tan skin, brown and black mix hair, golden brown eyes and golden brown wings.

   Based on my observation, some of the nephilim here their eyes matches the color of their wings, with the exception of Daniel. His wings was a pair of sky blue colored that don’t matches his eyes, that was golden. And come to think about it, look at it, me standing in the hall with people at different ages, some are older, some are younger, and some are the same age as mine. 

They are all different but the same time they are all the same. They all have angelic wings in different color, and here I am no wings at all. The orientation was a bit quick, and we all proceed on our training. Basic training about skills, survival, and battle moves. Each and everyone are encourage to bring a weapon if we have one, or to choose to the variety of weapons laid upon our eyes.

  I chose to bring my mom’s golden bow and arrow, but leave the sword at my room, besides it was not mine. I have to keep reading the journal to find out who should I handed that sword. As soon as they all spotted my weapon they all started to stare at my direction.

“What’s with them?” I ask Daniel.

“It’s about your choice of weapon!” He told me while setting up his own weapon, a gold and black crossbow and arrow.

“It’s not as good as yours, why would they stare?”

“Apparently, that was somewhat a legend in here. The golden bow of Israel, that same golden bowed you are holding is the one who killed the leader of the Powers.”I stared at my bow; I considered asking about the name of the leader.

“May I ask who that leader is?” I asked carefully.

 He took a deep sighed, then looked at me at the eye. “It’s not the falling star I’m talking about. It’s the leader that came next to him, the one who hunt my mother, Galael that was the name.”

  I nod; I know that no one here knows what I know. I let that conversation drop and proceed on the training itself. To my amazement, I was exceptionally good at handling the bow and arrow. I get quite accustomed to it, and didn’t find it hard to use. I was honored my mom shared this treasure to me. 

    After an hour or so, we are all finished and drawn for a meal on the banquet hall. We all seat on our own free will, and I join Daniel to his usual seats, and they are all nice and everything. We don’t have much to talk, our past was not very appealing subject to everyone, that we all make an agreement not to bring the past at all cost. 

   I have learn more about being a nephilim, how we run to this sanctuary like a fish that was endangered and nearly on the brink of doom, how we are all free to roam outside this wall but at all means to be careful, how we all depend on everyone. I like it, now I know I won’t be alone, I have someone to be with, and they are all here.

      In that moment I remembered Uncle Harold’s words, ‘learn to trust them’, that’s what he told me, and he was right. Now there is one option I must do, to find who I am, how to opened the book, and maybe get some help on clue hunting.

     As soon as the meal was over, we all bid our good nights and Daniel escorted me to my room.  

Uncle Harold was right I need to trust them, if not all, I need to trust one. I weigh my options about telling Daniel my secrets, I even think about the option to hid him about the journal but still I ended up proceeding on telling him about everything.