⋘ Whispers of Knowledge ⋙

Salutations

10-28-18

''Lightning,'' a voice says, sounding distorted and cloudy. ''Lightning,'' it says again, sounding a bit more frantic. ''Oh my Mira Lightning, you. Are. Not. Dead.'' Wait, is it talking to me? Am I Lightning? Am I dead?

  I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids refuse to move. My paws, too, feel like stone. I feel a warm, scarred paw shake my shoulder, but my leg won't move. I wish I could give the voice a sign that I'm here.

   ''Lightning, it's me, Magical. me, your Magi?'' the voice says, sounding sad. All of a sudden, I do . The voice... It's Magical. My Magi. I feel my heartbeat speed up. Oh, how I wish I could let her know.

   Magical's paw lingers on my shoulder. I can imagine her crestfallen face as she looks down at my still body. ''Lightning... I wish you were here. Jamaa... It's changed. Please...''

  I want to help. I need to help! I imagine my body encased in ice, slowly melting away, allowing me to move...

  I jolt up with a gasp. I'm free! ''Magi!'' I almost shout, hugging a stunned Magical. After a second, I pull back and inspect her. Her Tutu and shoes are torn and splattered with mud, her hat gone completely. She's covered in bloody cuts, and her eyes are tired and bloodshot.

   ''Magical,'' I repeat, ''what in Mira's name happened?''

   ''I don't know. Every night, at 11pm, Jamaa is flooded with whispers. Powerful whispers, so many that you can't hear your own thoughts. Make jammers have tried to figure where they were coming from... Including you.'' She says.

  I shake my head is disbelief. ''Magi, how long have I been in a coma?'' She hesitates before answering.

  ''Lightning, you've been in a coma for two weeks.''

***

  No, that can't be. I don't hunting these 'voices'. ''Are you okay? I never went 'magical voice hunting'.'' I say, unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice.

   ''Actually, yes you did. You discovered that they seemed to be coming from the decorations, or something in them. Just as you got close, there was a flash of blue light and you were crumpled on the ground. Me and Alex picked you up and took you here.'' she said.

   Just then, I looked around my surroundings. I am in Magical and Alex's treehouse in Serapia Forest. I am laying on their pullout couch, the fire in the fireplace warming the chilly October air. ''Is Alex here?'' I ask, suddenly realizing how much I want to talk to him.

   ''Yeah, he's in the library.'' Magical says, jerking her thumb towards a small room filled with books. I slowly put my paws on the floor, testing my strength. My legs tremble a bit, but I push myself forward.

   In the library, Alex sits on the red rug in the middle of the room, surrounded by books and notebook paper. He looks to be franticly studying something. ''Alex,'' I say, startling him from his state of mind. ''Oh, Lightning!'' he's up in a second, crushing me in a hug. He is Magical's older brother, and we are close like brother and sister.

   ''What it is?'' he asks, probably seeing my expression. ''I need to know what happened on the night I went into a coma.'' I say.

   His brow furrows, and for a flash second he looks angry. ''You were looking for the voices, then they knocked you out. End of story. Now, go to bed.'' he says in a rush, pushing me out of the library.

   When I'm out, the door slams behind me. I'm angry. Someone is not telling me something. I tiptoe over to the pullout couch, where Magical is making the bed.

   ''Oh good, you're here again! Did you have a nice chat with Alex?'' she asks, a bit too fast.

   ''Yes, our chat was... Lovely. Now I am tired, and I would appreciate if you went in a different room so I could rest.'' I say through gritted teeth.

   Magical's face falls. I can tell she wants to stay, but she respects my wish and leaves the room. After she leaves, I wait a few minutes before rising again. Grabbing my bow and arrows, along with my top hat, moon necklace, and wristband, I leap out of the window.

***

  I wince as I get up as quietly as I can. Maybe it would have been wiser to climb down.

   I start down the dusty path that leads to Jamaa Township. Judging by the clock that is nailed to the wooden sign, I will arrive at the town at exactly 11pm.

  As I had predicted, it's 11pm once I reach Jamaa Township. A single whisper pipes up.

  ''Come to us.'' is says, others ing in. ''Come to us.''

  My eyes widen as the whispers grow louder. They keep repeating the same thing, over and over again. Eventually, I can't understand the words, there are so many.

''COME TO US, COME TO US.''

  ''No, no!'' I scream, covering my ears. I watch, in pure agony, as my paws turn icy blue. A ghostly, icy blue. It is laced with letters, and I can hear a voice in my head that tells me, ''Accept it. Accept the truth.''

  I feel it. I feel the truth. I push down the barrier I had put up in my mind, and allow my body to be swallowed by the blue. It says what happened.

  ''You were looking for an ancient Crystal, the Izariate. You were going to use it to cure your sick, sick mind. The whispers, they saw you and offered to take you in. To free you. You refused, and found the crystal. The crystal was slowly killing you, so the whispers put you in a coma. To save you. Now you have become one of us.''

  I hear the voice that tells me what happened. I am oddly comforted, as if she was my mother.

  ''And your friends, Magical and Alex? The whispers possessed them, making it so you would run to us. We called, you came.''

  If I had eyes, they would widen in shock. I feel guilty; I have betrayed my best friends.

  ''Now, come, be one of us.'' the voice is at a whisper.

   I need to know something. ''What are you?'' I ask.

  ''Oh, Lightning, don't you us? We are the Daulm.''

  Oh my Mira. The Daulm. They #@*/ The knowledge #^~*;/;! No.. No.. #/# I'm fading... Goodb#:#(,

******

Okay, so I saw this prompt and already had a great idea. Good luck to all entering!

#AJwritingprompt

#WritersWorld

#KayaWrites