Page 86 of Gift from the Source
“It most certainly can be. You all have already experienced many changes, but you are going to experience more. Be prepared. Be cautious, yet have an open mind to all who are going to give you advice or instruction. No matter how infuriating they may be.”He laughs again as I groan.
“That bird. Is he a friend of yours?”I ask.
“He is a friend to any who need him. He has always sworn his allegiance to Willow’s family line, but that is a story that needs to stay hidden for now. There is a story that needs to unfold. It is time. Find it in the pages, my boy. I love you both.”
The faint presence of him fades as Willow pulls out of my mind and I don’t give myself a second to mourn. There’s no need for it.
It’s as though I’m a kid once again and he just gave me my new favorite game or mystery to solve.
“Here,” I say hastily and pass my letter to my Primary without even looking over.
My fingers run around the rim of the Vito line book. Now that the barrier and enchantment spell has been lifted, I sense the true concealment spell.
He wouldn’t have left me a book that I can’t get into.
A constant shaking of a foot against my thigh draws my eye down to it and I follow the curve of the body attached to it. Willow’s eyes are glued to my letter and water wells in their depths. She doesn’t shed a tear nor does her bond feel sad. She’s engrossed and shocked with his revelations and theory.
“Primary,” I say, to which I’m ignored. “Primary.”
“Yeah, oh. I’m sorry, did you not want me to read it?” she asks quickly, laying the parchment against her chest.
“I wouldn’t have handed it to you if I didn’t want you to read it,” I say with a tilt of my lip and that earns me a teasing narrowed glare. “Reveal this for me.”
Her eyes grow comically wide as she takes in the large tome I practically toss in her lap. It takes all of a millisecond for her to ignore my request and begin scanning the pages.
“You can read that as well after I have,” I say, tapping my finger to the page. “Reveal the concealment.”
“Say please,” she orders with a dark smirk.
Naughty little Primary.
“Please.”
Her bond preens with her small victory. The soft tone of her voice surrounds me as the spell falls from her lips and my arms break out in chill bumps. Her power, even using it as small as that, is addicting.
Mix that in with my eagerness to read the secrets hidden in the words and I’m ready to jump out of my skin with excitement.
I don’t give her the chance to pass the book back to me, rather I just take it. She takes no offence, and her laugh soothes the racing excitement flowing through me.
This is how she feels about everything new.
Confusion begins to cloud my elation as soon as I look down at the parchment.
The fucking blank parchment.
Flipping the pages back to the very front of the book frantically, my eyes widen at yet another note.
This was the original written history of our family. This is the only written record of it in all of Elementra. Your great-grandmother, Persley Vito, wrote this account for how it actually happened, then hid this away.
Following that, her Nexus wrote the alternative version that has been passed down as the original.
That manuscript will reveal in Corentin’s office once this truth is revealed.
Find the answers, Caspian.
Uncle Orien xoxo
Turning the page slowly, the delicate writing inElema Lingua Vetusjumps off the page at me and I sink into the words. My eyes fly through the pages as I fall into a story that happened so long ago.
