Rune. A glyph used to represent a letter, symbol or spell, usually carved or painted on wood, stone or crystal. Isa subconsciously brought a hand to his chest, gripping the pendant through his shirt. Each rune has a unique appearance and purpose, and can be used in conjunction with tarot cards to divine the future. Using a combination of runes is vital to more complex designs, and each permutation is unique and specific to, and dependent upon, the desired effect. "Hey, Isa! Teach me about runes. Please?" Flashes whirled through Isa's mind, a white haze from behind his eyelids crackling with lightning-blue sparks, carving various runes that he vaguely recognised into his memory, despite their brevity. "Why should I?" Lea bit his lip, thinking. "Because… because then we could write letters to each other and only we'd understand them! And I'd be able to read yours!" Blue hair shook as Isa thought about this for a moment, free hand rubbing his chin, before nodding. "Guess it couldn't hurt-"
"All right!" The redhead leaped for joy, doing a backflip in his excitement, ending with a fist-pump. Isa couldn't help but smile at Lea's enthusiasm. Maybe there's hope for him after all.
"Hey, Isa! What's it say? I can't read the coveeerrrr!" the redhead whined. The bluenette snapped back "Shut up, Lea! It's just a book! Why should the title hold any relevance?" Even as he said this, he had to admit he was a little curious as to what such a strange tome could be called. Slamming it closed, he ran his fingertips over the leather-bound book, unconsciously digging his nails in as he stroked it. "Huh? That's strange… it doesn't have a nam-the Codex…" His eyes widened as the letters seemed to move, appearing out of nowhere before him. Gasping, he dropped it with a soft thud, fuchsia sparks hurling themselves from the concealed metal beneath the bindings. "What in the-" He stepped back, an outstretched arm keeping Lea behind him, forcing him back as they retreated. "Isa!" Said boy stopped, everything suddenly moving at its own speed. The air was silent, and he could do nothing but stare in astonishment. "That voice…" Isa had been almost certain it had been Lea's, save for the fact that it hadn't sounded from behind him. Staring at the book, purple sparks darkened and snatched at each other, moving together to form a cold, shimmering, indigo veil of flame resting atop the book's cover, doing no damage.
As he stared into the fire, a miniature, violet Lea turned towards him, grinning, immediately gaining his ordinary colours with the noticeable solidity of his appearance. "C'mon, Isa, let's go! We're going to be late!" With that, tiny Lea turned and raced off, waving behind him as he shrank into the far reaches of the light, fading as he was extinguished. Late for what? I can't remember… was that even a memory? Where Lea had gone, a figure took his place, gradually emerging to reveal another familiar face. "Ven?" The blond boy grinned up at him, eyes dancing with the fire. "Isa, right? Lea told me all about you. We have to get going – you do not want to miss this!" He held out his hand, beaming up at them. "Well? You want to learn, don't you? Over here you can learn facts beyond your wildest imagination." Lea returned, appearing next to Ven, smiling. "Hey, Iiisaa! I know something you don't know~" he teased, smirking. "Isa! Don't do it! It might be a trap!" the real Lea called, tugging on his arm. "Hey, c'mon, man – this isn't funny!" The redhead let out a yelp as he hit the wall, sliding down it. Isa sneered, retracting the arm with which he'd flung Lea, extending the other one to grasp Ven's. Looking up, blue eyes widened as he threw himself to his feet, arm reaching for his best friend. "Don't do it, Isa! Be smart! You're the brains here – act upon them! Isa!" Turning towards Lea, Isa's face fell in horror as he saw him, eyes fearful. A silent scream tore from his throat as he lunged for his companion, mimicking Lea's gesture. Just as the redhead thought he could he could pull the bluenette to safety, Isa's hand went through his, the rest of him slowly fading in orbs of golden light. "Isaaaaaa!" Lea cried, lunging, falling against air. "Oof!" Grumbling, he stood up and patted himself off before turning to the book. "You stupid thing! Give me back my friend! He's… He's all I have!"
Not even waiting for the sparks to die down, he gave it a vicious kick, hurling it against the wall. It fell, torn pages fluttering as it did so, creating a whirlwind of loose paper around Lea and the rest of the room. Lea's rage subsided when everything settled. Blinking in surprise, he stared in awe at the mess. "No…" he whispered, falling to his knees. "No! What-what have I done?! I-it's my fault! I can't read, so I asked him to read me the title… It's my fault he's in this mess, and I will fix this. I swear it…" he stood up, jamming his thumb against his chest. "On my heart!"