Whispers from the Dark

6.1 The black widow

I split this chapter in two parts again, for it was really long. I will try to update as soon as possible. Have fun! And thank you again for reading my story. I also put some music with this chapter. It was the song I was listening while writing this chapter.

It had been two days ago that I first entered this city. And know I was finally on my way to the elves again. We made a little detour, buddy. But we will reach it, I said to him while I still clutched my mother's music box to my chest. We had left Armenelos behind a couple of hours ago. Wen, if you can understand elvish. Why can't you understand that sentence written in the music box? Artemis asked suddenly.

I don't know. I never could, I answered sadly. He gave a snort of disdain. You never really tried. Try again.

"I always tried!" I hissed at him. Spook turned his head a little sideways. "Did you say something?"

"No, nothing," I spoke. With my key I unlocked the music box and the music of it filled the silence. Spook stopped walking and turned around staring confusedly at me. "Why..." I put my finger to my lips to silence him and read the inscription around the sun. With one hand on the wall and the other holding the music box, I whispered the words. "Ír nidh-tana-dhir í fû ón í medui calad uin í aur." Immediately I heard the voices of my ancestors repeat the words in my head in the right pronunciation. And suddenly I understood. I put the accent on the wrong parts of the words. Now I could understand the meaning of it and translate it in my head. I will show you the path on the last light of the day, I send the thought to Artemis as I closed the music box. Before Spook could ask anything, I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. He narrowed his eyes in respond and continued our journey to the day light. It seems quite clear to me. Somehow this music box can show you a path on the last light of the day. Artemis said. I nodded. But the way to what?

We walked on in silence. Sometimes we took a break to eat something and drink before continuing. I wondered what time it was now outside. The third time we stopped Spook sat down, made a little fire and started heating up some stew with the dried meat and some carrots he had taken with him. It didn't really smell delicious, but it was hot and filled your belly. So, I made no complains about it. I took my notebook from my backpack to write in it.

I'd been writing down all that had happened the last few months. I tried to fit it all together. The Hunters suddenly attacking our home. The demon with his strange pentagram and creepy drawing of a monster of the underworld. My ancestry. The music box from my mother. Why had my mother left her people? If she were an elf, why didn't she live with them? Why did she had to come here? To this danger? The attack of the necromancers. The separation of the mages. The high king Talron. Why did he decide to kill every magical creature? Something must have happened to him. I still had to read more in the notebooks of Barnabas. But in the meantime I could write down my own notes about my journey.

3E 11thof the nine moon,

Free at last,

The darkness eventually didn't seem so dark anymore.

A new family member arises, it explains the rescue of Deathrose. Bit by bit, I come to know more about my caretaker. I thought I knew him, but I was wrong. He has such a history. A hidden history, the information divided over people. Divided over the places in this world. The sun finally shone in my heart. I will show you the path on the last light of the day, remember this, the music whispered to me. And remember I will.

Still the riddle of the demon remains a question. "This shrine is but the beginning. I will spread his word and hope that others will pledged themselves also in his magical art and power to serve him for better or worse," he said to me. His word. Who is he?