Myths of Ardonia: Blood of Humanity (Part I)

### ***Note: Some of this page is written in the language of the Minecraft enchanting table in order to add theme and mood to this piece. Simply look for a site that translates Standard Galactic Alphabet to English to find out what this page says. Click here to get a translator to use while reading the scroll part.*** ***Note that any ℸ that the translator shows on the English side are T's and that this is not the only translator that can be used.***

Zythuseus was sitting on his table drinking milk, when suddenly a visitor busted in. *He didn’t even knock.* He frowned at the unexpected guest. *Someone needs to teach him manners.* When he fully realized who it was, he sighed. The human standing in front of him was none other than Trosyth, the head archaeologist for Felden. What does he need now that is important enough to barge in without manners.

Zythuseus put his cup down and nodded to the new arrival. “Please, have a seat.” When Trosyth did, Zythuseus continued. “Now, I believe that whatever it is that brought you here must have been urgent. Why else, after all, would you show such a lack of manners?”

Trosyth nodded and launched into his explanation. “Recently, we were digging at a site nearby. It appeared to be some sort of temple. We believe it is one of the Ancient One’s temples.” Zythuseus leaned forward, now interested. Ever since that…memorable encounter with Herobrine during the Great War, he had come to want to know what he could about the Ancient Ones and their stories about the white eyed menace. If he is after what I think he is, then Herobrine must be stopped. Trosyth continued his explanation. “The only problem is, we can’t read this. It is written in the old alphabet, something that is never used anymore. However, I know from your studies that you can read it. We were hoping that you could read it and then return it sometime with an explanation of what it says.” Zythuseus nodded with a smile as he responded. “I require some conditions.” Trosyth was about to argue, but was cut off. “Since I am the only one who can translate this, I think I can demand anything I want.”

Trosyth meekly nodded with annoyance. “Boss won’t be happy, but he’ll listen to you.” Zythuseus grinned. “Good. Now, here are my terms. Once I read it, I must be allowed to keep it. Two, I will finally be allowed to investigate it. Deal?” Trosyth snorted, “Like I have much choice.” Then he handed Zythuseus the scroll. Zythuseus made sure to handle it with great care as he opened it, then he began to read it out loud, that way Trosyth would have no reason to stay once he had finished reading.

Zythuseus finished reading the first part of the ancient manuscript and mused over what it meant. As he ran his hand over his chin, he wondered what more could be in store. *Imagine how much more we could find about these Titans in these ruins! How much more we could learn!* There was no doubt about it, the Ancient Ones were studios when it came to recording their knowledge. *It’s about time that I start investigating to see if these myths are real. Someday I’ll have to tell Akatie about this.* Trosyth pushed his chair back and stood. With a curt nod to his associate, he went out the door, slamming it on the way. *He’s not happy that he’s the one who will have to explain to the boss about the fulfillment of my demands.*  *And he would be even more unhappy if he knew that I had only translated part of the scroll for him.* Zythuseus simply remained where he was, calmly thinking about his recent revelation. Then he too got up. In just a couple of strides, he crossed over to the other side of the room and grabbed his mystic diamond staff/ax combo and slipped it over his back. Zythuseus turned and got prepared to leave as he opened the door. But he paused at the threshold and looked back at his home. Something told him he wouldn’t be back for a long time. But I must find out if this is true. Because if it is, he shuddered, then Herobrine is a true threat that must be dealt with.

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