Bab 89: Secrets of The Blue

I stared at the stone slate Melia had kindly given me. My eyes rolled at the thought. Blue aura swirled around it. The blue whispered something to me and giggled like a loon. Each symbol on the stone slate had its own unique voice and altered its composition based on the other symbols. Something was here I knew that for sure. But the language was unknown to me. 

        Still the blue whispered, and I struggled to listen. Blue aura rose around me while I communed with the stone. There was something to it. I stared at it for a long time. Hours flew by as I focused on the puzzle. The blue hinted, it pushed my thoughts, and twisted them to glimpse the secret of the stone slate. 

        There was something here. My eyes picked up on a pattern to the symbols. Eleven symbols were needed to produce a thought. Those symbols bunched up together and played off the other eleven thoughts on the slate. A picture was forming but something was missing.