Capítulo 26: The Codex Of Dusk?

With a composed demeanour, Kian stood up and looked into the darkness.

"Let's play a game called Morse code," he declared, introducing an element of intrigue to the encounter.

The childlike voice responded, "Morse code?"

"Sure," Kian replied with a hint of mischief.

"You tell me your secrets in Morse code, and I'll share mine. Deal?"

The child's voice clarified, "Like the Codex?"

Kian, now puzzled, asked, "What do you mean by codex?"

Suddenly the child's voice echoed through the darkness, "Voth Voth Voth Voth, Eldryn'ath Ky'te Enma Vel'shael Wrothul."

Kian stood frozen in fear, surrounded by a vibrating aura, as the child's mysterious words resonated.

His luminous body intensified, radiating a pale white light that engulfed the darkness, leaving him in shock.

Dread crept over Kian as the ominous words echoed.

Horror-stricken, he felt the space around him shake, his luminous body glowing brighter in a pale white light.

The haunting familiarity of the words heightened the sense of unease, leaving him grappling with the eerie revelation.

"What... what did he just do? Those words felt strange, and now everything's shaking. It's probably because of whatever he said..."

"Anyways right now. My body is glowing like crazy, and the whole place is brightening up. I never signed up for this bullshit! I've already died once, and I'm not tryna die again! I just wanted to play this game and figure out a way to get the fuck outa here, not unleash some crazy power. This is wayyyyy beyond what I can handle. I need to calm this bitch down before I die again."

"Fuck me, I don't know how to deal with kids... Especially magical ones like this."

Kian, panic-stricken, screams out desperately, "YES, VOTH, VOTH, VOTH!" hoping to calm the child down.

Suddenly, a heavy silence envelops the darkness, leaving Kian on edge. He feels a moment of relief, a fleeting sense of accomplishment.

As if In retaliation, the child's voice pierces the silence, repeating the same verse relentlessly.

Kian, now on the verge of madness, clutches his head, the glowing intensity of his body flickering erratically.

"Stop! Please, just stop!" he pleads, his voice strained with a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Yes, I will, Voth just stop, please just fucking stop; my brain hurts, if I even have one, something hurts and I'm not liking it!" exclaimed Kian.

The child's voice reverberated in the dark space, stating, "You will speak?"

"You know the language in the codex?"

"You must be the chosen one."

Kian, now stupefied, thought.

"Chosen fuck?, fuck what???"

"Yes, you must be the one the elders spoke of," declared the child.

Snapping out of his stupor, Kian readily agreed, passionately expressing how the elders should have foretold his coming. He asserted his claim as the rightful owner of the Codex.

The child, excited, shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! I will give you the Codex of Dusk, dear chosen one."

In the dark space, searing pain shot through Kian's head as the child's words echoed with an unsettling intensity.

"Bullshit upon bullshit. I'll yap to save my life; I don't care anymore. I need out now." Kian's thoughts raced as the surreal situation unfolded.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a codex materialized before Kian, a mesmerizing artefact of arcane knowledge.

Its cover, adorned with ancient symbols, glowed in a soft amalgamation of celestial blue and otherworldly gold.

Intricate patterns pulsed with gentle energy, and warmth emanated from the pages as if the knowledge within yearned to be discovered.

Before Kian could comprehend anything, a blinding white light enveloped the Codex. Stunned, he squinted, shielding his eyes.

As the brilliance subsided, he cautiously lowered his hand, staring at the transformed world.

"Wait, what?" he exclaimed, struck by the mystical metamorphosis before him.

Suddenly, Kian found himself standing in a vibrant meadow atop a grassy hill.

The sun bathed the scene in warm golden light, and a gentle breeze stirred the blades of grass around him.

The sky stretched overhead, adorned with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily.

Amidst this picturesque setting, a wooden table and chair appeared, crafted from an unknown brown wood.

Intricate golden marks and runes adorned the furniture, emitting a soft, ethereal glow.

The book atop the table, matching the brown hue of the wood, featured golden creases that seemed to shimmer with mystical energy.

As Kian approached, he felt the caress of the breeze, carrying the scent of wildflowers.

The sun warmed his skin, and a nearby tree cast a dappled shade.

The Codex, placed invitingly on the table, emitted a subtle hum, its brown cover cool to the touch yet resonating with an otherworldly warmth.

Kian couldn't help but be drawn to the intricate details of the Codex, captivated by the interplay of colours and the palpable sense of ancient wisdom it exuded.

"What the hell is going on? I just died, went to purgatory, and now I'm in heaven?" Kian exclaimed his facial features a mix of confusion and disbelief.

His flowing black hair danced in the wind, framing his bewildered expression.

It took a moment for Kian to realize his nakedness, and as a soft breeze caressed his skin, he felt a sudden chill between his legs. "Ah," he uttered, looking down.

"This author is a pervert," he thought, a wry smile crossing his face.

(TA: Hey, hey it's for the plot trust me)

"Great, I'm naked again, now properly this time... Eh, nobody is here but me and that kid anyway."

Beneath his feet, the earth felt soft and welcoming, and the grass tickled his toes and the soles of his feet as he stood in the surreal meadow.

The sensations were both grounding and surreal, adding another layer of peculiarity to the already bewildering experience.

Kian then focused his gaze fully on the book and realized that on the front cover, It spelt out in golden-carved letters: "Thro'gath Drius Sotho Nycthros."

The combination of these words resonated with him in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.

He raised a brow, a subtle but visible expression of surprise and intrigue.

"Thro'gath Drius Sotho Nycthros," he repeated quietly as if trying to unlock the meaning behind the enigmatic combination of runes.

The resonance of these words lingered in the air, adding an extra layer of mystery to the already surreal scene.

A voice suddenly echoed hauntingly as its owner revealed themselves, "Yes, that is our codex." It continued, "Looks like you are the chosen one of our kind, for it is only us who could read these words since the oath we made with the Willow Clan."

"Only we can read and interpret each other's language; anyone else would just straight up die," the words were delivered in a strangely childish yet eerie tone.

As Kian looked up from his stupor, he found the creature before him.

Its form was an embodiment of flames, dancing with an ethereal grace. Glowing white eyes stared directly into his own, radiating both wisdom and an edgy mystique.

The creature's presence exuded an air of ancient power, and its flaming body seemed to flicker with secrets untold.

Kian's, wide-eyed and overwhelmed, stuttered, "What... what, what in the" Fear gripped him, and he instinctively stumbled backwards, the wooden chair toppling over.

He fell onto the soft meadow below, the once comforting grass providing little solace as he grappled with the bewildering reality unfolding before him.

The creature materialized beside Aitos as he lay on the ground, still in shock. "Dear chosen one," it said,

"We are the last few remnants of the Dusklings. I am a newborn in my clan, here to aid the chosen one. I've been alive for 17 years, which should be around the same age as you. I wonder, though, what is life like beyond the boundary?" it further inquired.

Kian, still in shock, tried to compose himself. As he gained a full view of the creature, he recognized its voice as the child from before.

He calmed down, slightly annoyed and embarrassed. Attempting to maintain a noble aura, as the wind toyed with his companion, swinging it around playfully.

The creature, now fully revealed, stood before Kian in a captivating display of eerie elegance.

Its dark-brown flaming form exuded an otherworldly glow, casting shadows that danced like ethereal whispers.

Glowing white eyes held a mixture of ancient wisdom and a youthful, almost rebellious, edge.

The creature's features were an amalgamation of fierce and cool, its flames twisting and turning in a mesmerizing dance.

As Kian observed it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and fascination.

The creature's voice, no longer childlike, resonated with a teenage tone that added a layer of maturity and complexity. It spoke of centuries past, a lineage dwindled to remnants, and its emergence as a newborn among the Dusklings.

Internally, Kian grappled with a mixture of fear and intrigue.

The creature, once hauntingly childish, now bore the weight of centuries in its voice.

The conflicting emotions within Kian mirrored the enigmatic nature of the creature before him – simultaneously scary and cool, ancient yet youthful.

Kian clears his throat, attempting to compose himself. "Alright, so let's get this straight. I'm the chosen one, you're a Dusklin, and we're in some magical realm. First question: Why me?"

The creature, its voice carrying a blend of ancient wisdom and teenage edge, responds, "You possess the ability to decipher the Codex of Dusk, a skill only the chosen Dusklings can wield. It holds the key to our history, a pact made with the Willow Clan, and the power to connect our worlds."

Kian, slightly annoyed, continues, "Okay, fair enough. Second question: What's this pact with the Willow Clan, and why can only the chosen one read the Codex?"

The creature continues and explains, "Centuries ago, a pact was forged with the Willow Clan to safeguard the knowledge within the Codex. Only the chosen Duskling, marked with a unique connection, can unlock its secrets without facing dire consequences."

With a nod, Kian proceeds, "Got it. Third question: What's life like beyond the boundary, and why are you curious about it?"

The creature shifts, its fiery form flickering, "Beyond the boundary lies your world, a place we've only glimpsed through the Codex. We're intrigued by the experiences of your kind, the complexities of existence, and the ever-changing landscapes."

Kian raises an eyebrow, "Fair point. Fourth question: How can I trust you, and why did you show up now?"

The creature replies, "Trust is a choice, and our intentions align with the preservation of our history. I appeared now because the Codex sensed your presence and called for its chosen one. The time for our worlds to intertwine has come."

Kian, sighing, concludes, "Alright, last question: What do you need from me, and what's my role as the chosen one?"

The creature, its tone carrying a sense of urgency, "You hold the key to unlocking the Codex's full potential. Your role is to decipher its contents, bridge the gap between our worlds, and navigate the challenges that lie ahead. The fate of the Dusklings rests in your hands."

"Bullshit," I thought

The creature raises an eyebrow, "Shouldn't the elders have told you everything before?"

Kian internally sweats, desperately improvising, "Oh, there was interference from the Old Ones and the Gods. They couldn't communicate clearly, you know, interference and stuff."

The creature nods in apparent agreement, saying, "Thro'gath Y'gth Eldryn'ath Sha'n Thro'gath Azatho Sotho Va'ol."

Kian, not understanding a single word, nods in agreement, his head moving in a way that suggests comprehension.

"I didn't understand a single thing he said, but I can't afford to lose this persona," he thinks, maintaining a façade.

The creature continues, "You possess a unique skill to navigate the interference. It bodes well for our cause."

Aitos twitches his nose nervously, trying to hide his discomfort. "Yeah, you know, interference. Always a pain," he mumbles, attempting to keep up the act.

The creature, sensing the unease, reassures, "Fear not, chosen one. Together, we shall overcome the challenges that lie ahead."

Kian, still internally sweating, forces a confident smile. "Yeah, of course. Challenges and all that. Let's do this." He hopes his lack of understanding won't unveil the precarious situation he finds himself in.

Kian then prepares to ask how to get out of the realm and what the creature truly is, but is interrupted as the creature utters,

"Thro'gath Drius Sotho Nycthros."

Confused, Kian repeats the same in a questioning tone, "Thro'gath Drius Sotho Nycthros?"

"Yes, the Codex of Dusk," the creature replies, "Open it."

Realization hits Kian, and he thinks, "Oh, so that's what it meant." He then replies, "Yeah, I'll open it."

The creature then instructs, "Voth Ph'."

Kian, now more assertive, replies with determination, "Yes, I will."

"For what reason do you have to keep alternating between languages?" Kian thinks, exasperated.

As he opens the Codex of Dusk, Kian thinks, "So, this is what it's called, huh? The Codex of Dusk?" Suddenly, as he turns a page, his mind is flooded with information in an unknown language.

The words The Dusklings Tongue reverberate in his mind from the Codex, leaving him in a state of painful awe and confusion...

"I think I understand what he is saying now"