Free Discovery at Nerwolix by C.G. Coppola Page A

happened? Do you
remember?”
    I nod again, focusing on the last hour.
“When I came to, they had me tied up,” I present my wrists and
Clarence motions for them. I lay them in his lap and he starts to
gently smooth the bluish- green lotion around their sore skin,
carefully avoiding Reid’s Callix. “It was only a few at first… then
someone called the Supreme came in. I couldn’t see him. He was
surrounded by a huge group of Vermix and…” I stare off, trying to
remember everything I heard, “…he was talking about bringing me
back to Dellapalania. And same with you two,” I glance between
Sampson and Blovid. “Said he wanted to execute all of us for the
Vermix. Said it would be easier with you out of the way for the
invasion—”
    “Invasion?” Sampson interrupts me. “What
invasion?”
    “I-I think he means Nerwolix. He mentioned
the Floating Ruby,” I gulp, trying to replay everything. “Said that
once he had that… they would head back to Mybyncia for the Shadow
Bag and end the prophecy,” I look up. “Is that what this is all
about? Ending the prophecy?”
    “Yes…” Sampson nods, pacing the small bit of
space. “I’ve had this idea for a while. He’s collecting the Gifts
for a reason. At first we believed it was simply to eradicate the
Arizals—end this rebellion. But…I think he wants to take it a step
further,” Sampson looks around the room with a deep inhale. When he
speaks, his voice is powerful and strong, commanding like his
presence. “I believe Reuzkimpart wants to change the fate of the
Dofinikes. Do away with the possibility of the human war
altogether.”
    “How?” Reid’s head snaps up. “Undo human
existence or something?”
    “Possibly,” Sampson shrugs. “I’m not sure
what his exact plan is.”
    “He has always been terrified of this
prophecy,” Blovid shakes his head, strumming his chin, “like a
little child. He never should have looked into the Glass
Chamber.”
    “What’s that?” I glance around. “The Glass
Chamber?”
    Clarence moves to a stand. “When the Lost
Princesses delivered their Gift to Dellapalania, they bestowed it
deep in the mountains as a cavern of mirrors—The Glass Chamber was
a sacred space never to be used or viewed.”
    “But,” Sampson says, “even as a child,
Reuzkimpart could not tame his curiosity. He learned the location
of The Glass Chamber and entered it. In there, he saw what he calls
‘the fate of the Dofinikes.’ Sullio Pf ticrocki
gagazinoff —images of the war, of Humans slaying
Dofinikes .”
    “But you can’t be sure that’s what he really
saw?” I ask.
    “No. There is no way of knowing for
certain,” Sampson shakes his head. “No one was allowed entrance
into it. He told the Leaders what he witnessed and they had no
choice other than to believe him. They figured, perhaps he was
somehow chosen to find it and deliver the message of the Prophecy
to them.”
    “But he could be lying,” I say. “If he was
the only one who saw it—”
    “Doubtful,” Blovid shakes his head. “I
remember when he told us. I was a new Leader at that time—the
youngest appointed,” he glances to Sampson. “Theon was still on the
council then,” he looks back to me. “I remember Reuzkimpart telling
us what happened—what he saw. He was scared beyond all
conception.”
    “How long ago was that?” Reid asks.
    “Hmm…” Blovid strums his chin, thinking, “it
must be a little over two hundred years ago.”
    “Is it still there?” Reid asks. “The Glass
Chamber?”
    “No,” Sampson says. “It was destroyed.”
    “How?”
    “After Reuzkimpart told the Leaders what he
saw and they declared it a World-endangering prophecy, many were
angered. The Glass Chamber was not to be entered, so how did a
child make entrance?”
    “Huge riots erupted,” Blovid goes on. “If it
was not off limits, they wanted to see their own futures.
Hoards stormed the kingdom, looking for its whereabouts and sooner
or later, the