Chapter 618: Carvings
Silent tears were falling from Evie's eyes. Now she knew why the golden bow was found in the abyss. The story… she had seen it before in her vision. This eerie similarity… and she somehow felt that this story in the past was going to repeat itself again in the future. Seeing that there was almost no difference from this story in the past and in the vision that she had seen was just so heart breaking. Both have the same unacceptable and unfortunate ending.
Evie's heart ached. So this was why Klauz claimed that the royal dark faes were not of pure blood. Because that man's – the princess' lover who had come out of that well-like portal, his – blood was flowing in all of the current dark fae royal veins even now. They were his descendants. This explains why the royal's dark magic, Gav's, Gideon's and Belial's were all eerily similar to the darkness that was seen in the abyss.
She took in a couple of shaky deep breaths. Despite the heartbreak, she still did not open her eyes. It was not over yet. She still needed to read the prophecy next.
'A prince with unusual eyes will be born. The fated King of Darkness. When his powers merge, he will awaken. Darkness will reign. Destruction begins. Blood will paint the entire land in red. Until the Queen of Light comes at him with the power of her light. The queen of Light, the only hope, the saviour of the land will finally end the darkness with her light. She will pierce the king's heart and spill his blood. His death the ultimate sacrifice, and the only key in sealing the abyss forever.'
Evie could barely keep herself from standing now. Her entire being was swaying and trembling where she was. Does this mean that the only way to defeat the darkness was to kill Gav? Was there really no other way? So far, all hints had been pointing in that one single direction – and a miserable one it was.
She shook her head, unwilling to just accept it. There must be another way forward. She just had not thought of it yet! She forced herself to think about her future self's words. It was so clear to her how she had said that she failed to save Gav because she was too late. That only meant that in that particular future, she had somehow found a way to save Gav while ending the darkness at the same time! There was no need to sacrifice one for the other!
That thought was the only thing that was stopping her from completely breaking down in despair and tears right now. She did not need to see this other prophecy that would only repeat the very same thing!
One last time, Evie looked around, hoping to find any other clues that she might have missed out in the very problematic situation she had found herself being in. Hoping that she would find something important, or anything helpful that could help her in her efforts to change the future. Any clue that could help her save Gav from his cruel fate – their cruel fate.
There was nothing else to uncover aside from the ancient story and this small bit of a prophecy.
Evie was about to open her eyes at the realization that she could not find anything more when Evie caught sight of some scribbles that were very near the floor. The lines were not in gold, but in something so black that she had failed to notice it.
Upon checking it out closer, she found that the writings were completely different from the ones in gold!
No matter how she tried to concentrate, the carvings were not moving like how it did with the writings in gold. Could it be that she needed a different method to read this one? She retracted half her senses and focussed it on the outside where her physical body was.
"Klauz," Evie called out without opening her eyes. "The ones in gold were ancient writings of the dark faes, right?" she double checked on that with him.
"Yes."
"Is there any more other types of writings the dark faes used in the past."
"That's the oldest writing. The dark faes aren't really that fond of using different letters so we only have two types of writing, the ancient one and the current one."
"Are you certain?"
Klauz narrowed his eyes and looked the spot she's staring so hard at. "I am certain."
"Then why am I seeing a completely different set of writings right now? I tried using the method with the gold writings but it's not obeying me. It's not turning to words that I am able to understand." Evie told Klauz of her observations.
That seemed to have intrigued Klauz. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the same spot that he had seen her facing and focussing on.
After a few tries, he opened his eyes. "Are you sure? I can't see anything."
"You can't see anything written in black?"
"There is none." Klauz replied after taking some time to check again.
The lines in Evie's forehead deepened. She felt that all the more, she needed to know what these writings meant. There must be a reason why it had been recorded.
"Whatever you're seeing may not be written by a dark fae if it's not turning into something you can understand. Perhaps, it's something scribbled by monsters, and it's not really meant to be understood." Klauz reasoned out in an uninterested voice.
Evie suddenly had a thought that shocked even herself. What if these words were written by that man – the one who came out of the well? Could it be that the words were the native language from where he originally came from?
Her heartbeat raced. She could never believe these writings were nonsensical. They were too meticulous and elegant to be written by a monster. These words definitely have an important meaning for it be here!
She needs to find the meaning of these words! Perhaps… one of the royals will understand!!
"What are you doing? Don't you dare do something –"
"I'm not going to do anything to escape from you, Klauz. I'll just capture these into my mind. I need to study them." She answered. Her voice was so authoritative and fearless; it was as if she did not consider herself a prisoner at all.
Intrigue flash in his eyes as he let her do whatever it was that she wanted. Somehow, something in him wanted to see what this woman was truly capable of. He wanted to observe if she was more than just the glorified chosen one who was strong only because she was bestowed a power given by Fate.