Chapter 65 The Ancient tongue
"Not at all my princess, follow me"
We walked into the castle and followed the back steps up to the West Wing. Walking down the hallways I sent smiles to every make and guard that stopped to bow and greet me, the looks they shot Lord Anthony however were filled with contempt and I couldn't understand why.
I let it slide though, my eagerness and excitement had but up to a great deal as my hold on the book tightened. We went further down, to a place where the guards were not in sight anymore. A tall roof length mahogany door stood gratefully in front of us, golden handle coupled with vine designs lined the door frame, creating a mystical aura. Lord Anthony stepped forward, gripping onto the double door handles he pushed it open with great force. The doors opened, the smell of old books and cinnamon wanted up my nostrils and floated in the air.
I stepped in and it was like everything was happeno in slow motion. I walked further in, looking around in awe of how utterly magnificent the view was. It looked like something straight out of a fantasy: the roof length bookshelves filled to their capacity with million of books that liked the walls.
The gold ladders with wheels, the heart shaped couched that were positioned dackbf each other. The fireplace, the cream carpet clad floors that gave off this cozy, homey feeling.
"This is beautiful" I stated breathily.
"Very beautiful" Lord Anthony agreed.
"I can't believe I didn't know this was here" I spoke in disbelief. Making my way to one of the shelves I pulled out a book that was within my reach and looked over it, comparing it to the one I had brought in and as expected they both had exactly the same crest.
I heard the heavy doors shut behind me and I turned around, coming face to face with Lord Anthony. I watched him walk distractedly to the other direction as if something had caught his interest.
I followed behind him quietly and we stopped in front of a huge couch, a red carpet laid in front of it. Something about the little sitting area seemed amiss. For one there was a wide space above the chair that was covered in yellow parchment. It had these strange signs and symbols on it, like a tapestry but non I've ever seen before.
It had dark colors splattered across it's canvas giving off the illusion of a tragic story. The way the colors blended sinisterly, the little shapes and patterns as if telling a tale. I followed the lines and what looked like little houses with my eyes, my fingers tracing the rough canvas. I walked along the wall to this dark and unsettling being that seemed to be portrayed with the shadows, it had familiar gold flaked eyes and it looked to be on this high mountain, watching the illustrated village.
I stared at this being for a while longer, something about the eyes seemed to be calling to me, drawing me closer. I let my gaze fall to the bold inscriptions that were written below all the scribbles. It was in a different tongue and I couldn't read it.
"Erit enim ex chao natus, a ruinis et cinis seculorum fabricatus.Hic erit electus, ille tenebras.lineis insculpta dearum tangent et illi fata flectent." Lord Anthony started reading out loud, the foreign language gliding off his tongue with ease.
"It's Latin" he turned to me, his eyes singling me out as if he was trying to tell me something.
(𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 c𝘩a𝘰s, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴' 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮)
"Latin? As in the ancient tongue of werewolves?" I asked, fully engrossed.
"Yes my princess but I cannot fully understand what it means. The writings are a bit old and blurred and I don't think there is anyone still living who can completely translate this. It looks so old"
"Then how and why is it here? How can it be here if it's so old?" I faced Lord Anthony, keeping my gaze on the dark being and it's gold eyes that seemed to be radiating, like it sensed my presence. There was still eery feeling that had consumed the whole library, the air had stilled and become dense and the tension had risen and suddenly it was as if the air was getting harder to inhale.
It was terrifying.
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Ryker saunters into the room hastily, his hand on his sword holster and the other tightly holding a piece of parchment. He stops before Darius' study room table, the large mahogany covered with a map that fell down the edges.
"What do you have for me Ryker?" Darius asked, acknowledging his second in commands presence without rising from his bent over position on the table. He had a large hand on his jaw, scratching at his stubble distractedly as his piercing onyx eyes registered the intricate lines on the map that was before him, momentarily moving little miniature guards around.
"Lord Odin was seen leaving the castle in haste, he most have gotten the letter and intended to leave in the dead of night undetected" immediately the words left his lips Darius had stood straight to his full length, a sinister grin on his lips.
"He took the bait" he grinned, running a hand through his loose disheveled gold tendrils that dropped at his shoulders.
"Like a fish on a hook line your majesty" Ryker returned his amusement to the situation and how well their plan worked.
"Tell the guards to suit up and head out, I'll lead the search" Darius spoke confidently, pulling his sword holster over his shoulder and tying his hair into a man bun letting a few curls fall to frame his determined eyes.
"Go gracefully my king" Ryker bowed. "What should I tell the princess if she asks of your whereabouts?" He questions, making Darius halt in his movements