The Quiet One

8 | Resurrection

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Here is your chapter. Most of the things Mistaké tells Harumi are straight from the series, so if the words sound familiar that's why. Enjoy!

I grew tired of waiting for myself to figure it out. I'm not an impatient person, but I waited for three months, so I decided I had waited long enough. Time to take matters into my own hands.

I roamed the palace one night at 2 am, hoping to find answers in the sweeping arches and mysterious rooms, but nothing revealed itself. Frustrated, I stormed as silently as I could back to my room, staring at the scroll intensely as if willing it to show its secrets.

The parchment remained pitch-black, as if someone had spilled ink all over it. I was honestly starting to think that was what had happened. It was... the phrase sitting duck comes to mind, but that's not right... plus Cole says that....

My room was right next to where the Mask of Deception was stored, remember? Well, I had to pass it on my way to get back to my room. As I walked down the hall, the darkness suddenly cleared a bit, the dark ink growing more transparent as I neared the mask.

The Oni Mask... and a scroll about Oni History. I caught myself before I laughed in excitement. Of course!

I rushed towards the glass case, pressing the parchment up against the casing to get it as close to the mask as possible. The pounding headache returned, but I pushed past it, the adrenaline spurring me on.

The ink cleared to reveal the scroll was filled with tiny writing. My eyes flitting up and down rapidly, I stood there for who knows how long, scanning the words I had waited to read for so long.

I drank in every word, wondering if an Oni had written this. The grammar was not the best, and there were times when the words just melted into a blob of inky frustration. It was like a massively abbreviated history of the Oni, with additional information that I found rather intriguing.

The writer was very open with their secrets, likely assuming the reader of the scroll would be an Oni. They talked about an Oni and Dragon and the ancient legend, then the first realm, and all kinds of things that just didn't make any sense to me.

I reached the end of the passage and found something written like a recipe.

One hair of an Oni's son

One hair of an Oni's brother

One hair of an Oni's wife

Oni Masks of Vengeance, Deception, and Hatred

= Clotho-venge, Clotho-decer, Clotho-ha-eed! Clotho-venge, Clotho-decer, Clotho-ha-eed! Clotho-venge, Clotho-decer, Clotho-ha-eed! Clotho-venge, Clotho-decer, Clotho-ha-eed! Rip the fabric between realms! Oni, I call upon you! Connect me to the Departed Realm! =

Purple fire, no disruption, temple.

That was all.

I flipped the scroll over, but it was the plain color of old parchment. There was no inky spill or scribble of words. Just emptiness.

The words clotho-venge, clotho-decer, clotho-ha-eed sounded like the beginning of the words "vengeance", "deception", and "hatred". Perhaps these were the Oni's named for the masks?

There was no title to the scrawl, but it sounded a lot like a summoning ritual for a dead Oni, bringing them back from the Departed Realm. An Oni's son, brother, and wife's hair was needed along with the three Oni masks.