Scrolls of the eternal one 2
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As Ariah touched the pedestal, her lantern flickered, and the flame leapt upward — not wild, but alive. The scrolls began to hum.
One scroll floated down to her hands. It unrolled on its own.
Its words were written in pure gold:
> “Before the dark, there was the Flame. Before the Flame, there was the Word.
And the Word was with the Eternal One — and was the Eternal One.
When man turned away, the Flame dimmed…
But it was never extinguished.
For it lives in those who remember.”
Ariah’s knees hit the floor. Tears blurred her sight.
“This is what we’ve lost,” she whispered. “Not power. Not strength. Truth.”
They stayed in the temple for two days, studying the scrolls.
Each one awakened something in them:
Jalen remembered the day he first heard the Eternal One’s voice as a boy — not in battle, but in stillness.
Mira found an ancient healing prayer and practiced it, causing a sprout to grow from stone.
Tovin touched a scroll that glowed so bright, the vines on his arm recoiled in pain.
Ariah studied late into the nights, guided by whispers that felt like wind brushing her cheek.
But on the third night… something changed.
The flame in her lantern dimmed slightly. A cold draft moved through the temple.
Ariah stood, her heart uneasy.
And that’s when she saw it — a single scroll, hidden behind the pedestal. Darker than the others. Wrapped in iron thread.
As her hand reached out, her flame dimmed again.
Mira noticed. “That scroll feels… wrong.”
“It’s not evil,” Ariah said. “But it’s painful. I think… it holds what we forgot. What the world didn’t want to remember.”
Jalen stepped closer. “Are you sure?”
“No,” Ariah admitted. “But I don’t walk by certainty. I walk by faith.”
She touched the scroll.
It burned. Her hand shook. Visions filled her mind — of Kael standing in the temple, shouting at the Eternal One. Of people casting the scrolls into fire. Of hearts growing cold.
Then, a whisper:
“This is the scroll of sorrow. Read it… and remember why the light must return.”
Ariah fell to her knees and opened it.
> “We betrayed the Flame. We chose silence over truth.
We feared the Voice because it knew us.
But still, He waits.
Still, He calls.
Still, He writes our names into the story of redemption.”
When she finished, the scroll vanished into light.
And all around them, the shelves of scrolls began to shine — not because of what they read, but because they now understood:
The light was never just a weapon.
It was always a message.
A love letter written in fire.
As they left the temple, each of them carried a scroll of their own — gifted by the temple, chosen by the Eternal One.
Ariah’s was simple — blank to the eye, but filled with invisible truth.
Jalen’s held prayers of courage.
Mira’s healed with touch.
Tovin’s… burned the vines slightly more each time he read it — but they were weakening.
Ariah looked back one last time at the waterfall and whispered:
“Thank You for not giving up on us.”
The wind answered gently.
“Now go… remind the world.”
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