The Evion

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 

Jesse had trouble sleeping. She kept tossing and turning in her bed, wondering about the strange journal and the changing words. Curiosity had tugged on her to go explore the attic hoping to find out where the mysterious directions led to. Some part of fear, and another part of disbelief kept her from venturing further, though she kept the journal beside her bed.

            The grandfather clock in the hall ticked away the hours, and after the chime hit 11:00 at night, Jesse’s itching mind wouldn’t even allow her to relax. Charlie was in the next bed right beside Jesse, and he also was wide awake, twiddling with the spinning wheels within the necklace. He of course did not know about the changing directions in the book, as he couldn’t see anything in the journal at all, even when they brought it into the light. But still, he stayed awake as well. Then again, Charlie was always a light sleeper, never needing much sleep to begin with. Last to bed, first to rise, Jesse never remembered a time where she fell asleep after him. The two twins stared aimlessly at the ceiling until Jesse finally threw off her covers and sat up.

            “That’s it. I wanna know what it is.” Jesse said.

            “Great! I was hoping you would want to sneak out somewhere.” Charlie said, sitting up as well. “There’s just one question though.”

            “What’s that?”

            “What the heck are you talking about? Know what what is?”

            Jesse huffed, thinking about the best way to describe it.

            “The journal said the same thing on every page. Every single one of them, except for the very first page. For some reason, the first page had directions on it. Pointing to something. I don’t know what, but when I turned to the direction it said, the writing changed, and it told me to go straight ahead. Now I don’t know if I was daydreaming, or if it’s some clever magic trick, or what, but I really want to figure it out.”

            Charlie sat in the dark room for a moment. Without saying a word, pulled open the drawer to his night stand and withdrew a small headlamp. He pulled the straps over his head and clicked the light into its red setting.

            “Adventure calls.” He said. Jesse smiled. She scooted to the edge of her bed and flopped her feet to the ground. She held out her hand and Charlie handed the necklace over to her without her even having to ask. Jesse clicked on the lamp beside her upon the night stand and picked up the journal. 

            She laid the icon on the front of the journal and peered intently at it.

            “There’s writing on this.” She said.

            “Ya. I’m not sure what language it is though. Probably Latin or something.” Charlie said.

            “No.” Jesse said with a shake of her head. “I can’t read Latin, but I can read this just fine.”

            “Well sure.” Charlie said. “You can read ‘Te let Vettirum, valda il faeleron.’ But what does that mean?”

            “To the protector, wielder of fate.” Jesse said in a disconnected voice.

            “Wow. That actually doesn’t sound half bad. What do the words on the book mean? ‘Te let Viseera, magenate il divinestry.’?” Charlie asked.

            “To the Seer, master of destiny.” Jesse responded.

            Charlie looked at his sister in wonder.