Twenty-six: 33%
Characters: Merlon (SPM)
Merlon paged through the Light Prognosticus once again, feeling an odd sense of disquiet today. Just a few days ago, he'd experienced the destruction of The Void, only living now thanks to the power of the Purity Heart. He shuddered a little, thinking about how close it had been. He couldn't truly remember what it had been like, only feeling that to not exist in any way, shape, or form was horrible.
As he looked at the pages, he wished that Tippi – no, Timpani – was here to help him. Though he had spent his whole life reading and translating ancient texts, he still had difficulty deciphering the Prognosticus. It often ended up being rather cryptic, though the main problem was that the words were always shifting and changing, some details becoming clearer, others murkier, the strings of fate never truly set in stone.
Yes, Timpani certainly had been of great assistance. With her abilities as an information Pixl, she was much faster at figuring out things. Needing no food and little rest, she often stayed up all night, storing away information for him to compile in the morning.
The Ancient sighed. How dearly he missed her…
Grief was a part of the thing troubling his heart. His house seemed too quiet. The two towns themselves felt desolate, the somewhat untrustworthy remaining minions of Count Bleck sulking around. Everyone seemed to be trapped in a stupor of disbelief.
No, what was truly troubling him was right in front of his eyes. Despite the past atrocities the world had endured, despite the darkest threat of universal destruction, the disaster the book had been created to prevent… Only a third of the Light Prognosticus's pages were filled. Already, there was a new prophecy, a vast expanse of blank sheets waiting past it.
With another deep sigh, Merlon sat down at his desk and began the slow process of translation once more.