Chapter 25 - Book Of Code: Flashback (1/2)

”Speaking of Gillian, time for his turn. Shall we go somewhere else?” asked Mavislin.

”I'm fine with any place,” said Gillian, smiling.

”Then what Time do you prefer?” asked Raiyen, winking and smirking.

”You sure you can pull that off?” asked Baldwin, worried.

”What? Is the Angry Man suddenly caring for a mischievous kid?” taunted Z, nudging Baldwin's shoulder.

”I care only for the kids, not you, Snow Cap,” retorted Baldwin, angered.

”Don't underestimate me just because I'm the youngest,” said Raiyen as he prepared for a Time Teleportation trip.

”Weave time. Manipulate space. These are the elements I control. Setting coordinates. Time is fixed. Space is fixed. Time Teleportation has begun!” recited Raiyen.

As the snowstorm enveloped the group and cleared, they were met with the notorious Northern Lights.

”Sorry, I couldn't do a library. But this is about a few hundred years before we all gathered. Try out the main spell of your Ancient Relic. It's called Flashbacks for a reason,” instructed Raiyen.

”Looks like you are in charge of this one, huh?” asked Gillian, as he pulled out the book.

Gillian's Ancient Relic did not require an incantation. Just by saying out its title will call for the Ancient Relic immediately. With its leather cover and dusty golden pages, he held up the Relic and called out its true name.

”Voynich Manuscript!”

Within a split second, the pages flew out. A mass of white papers swarmed around the group.

”Establish who is your target now!” commanded Raiyen, fiercely.

The book's cover was now imprinted with the words; 'Book Of Code' in a bright orange glow. He then chose the target to be the Valkyrie as the entire plane was being rewritten and covered with a memory. A flashback from the Valkyrie's past.

”There's no control on which memory it can show. But a subtle feature is that if the target is an ally, it won't show a hurtful memory,” explained Raiyen.

”I hope so,” replied Mavislin, clenching her fists.

The dark blue night sky with Northern Lights was now replaced by a familiar evening purple blanket with bright pink clouds. The pure white floor underneath was now a dusty orange carpet. It was as if the Child of Valokia had returned home.

”So this is Valokia,” said Gillian, impressed as the a.d.u.l.ts were flying within the clouds.

Beside them, stood a little cottage, adorned with a red roof and aquamarine-covered walls. The door flew open as two young children stumbled onto each other in the excitement of having playtime.