Chapter Ten: Heart of an Artist

***Chapter Ten: Heart of an Artist*** is the final chapter of *The Story of Vegala*, narrated by Carl G. Brooks.

## Narration

After tremendous amounts of strength and perseverance… rigorous trials and many sacrifices… they had finally entered the tomb of the Iris.

It felt rather underwhelming to see it in all of its whimsy and foretelling. It was but a mere golden rock, floating in a coated protection concocted by several layerings of Velvetta veiling. Of course, this explains the Deities' choosing. They did not admire Fate for who she was, but more for what she possessed. Shimmering gloriously though, it was a majestic to behold.

Lady Fate uncovers the bible. This book could only be understood by Vegalians, a language not decipherable by other mortals wrapped through the Vegala galaxy. She grasps Tyrant's hand, asking him to join her. As they read along, tears would be shed, for what they discovered… would be the most impacting revelation of a lifetime…

*“Thy unholiest became to be, sacred sanctity we must retrieve.*

*Amongst the cradle of primus we desire, through plummeting darkness, we crave fire.*

*We ask for destiny to whisk away grace, to retreat from the sins it once faced.*

*Bring with it protection, let it soar like thunder, through eternal darkness left to slumber*

*Wash away the blood caused by those who hungered, and guide us on this journey through eternities plunder*

*Hither and yonder… be ready for wonder”.*

Tears drop from their eyes and land on the pages. Suddenly, the book emits a bright glow, and it appears so does the Iris. It thaws away piece by piece until it retains a brand new shape. Could it be that the Iris has finally taken form? Another secret kept from Vegala, now revealed to the ones who sought for truth they desired. Tyrant and Fate stare at each other before holding the book together. They nod, and the bible is slammed shut. This summons a wave of energy through the room, and the Iris is now free.

While no longer immobile, scorches shroud the archival of knowledge, becoming madder by the second until powerful enough to jump light speed outside of the castle walls and into the darkest corners of space. But all was not to be a happy ending. Vegala Infinity’s ground begun to shake, crumble, now becoming unstable. With the revelation of the Iris being the very thing containing Vegala’s grasp within the realm of Hithaföl and once leaving the proximity of the Cradyl Primus, it would cause calamity and destruction on infinity.

Nothing could stop what was once known as Cradyl Primus from destabilising… as it transforms into a seismic boulder of darkness and chaotic ripples… It is no longer alive… as it becomes a dark vortex, swallowing all in vicinity of Vegala Infinity. The walls started to cave in, grounds being sucked into a central black hole. Tyrant and Fate made a strong leap of faith and retreated before the Jaws of Vegala’s gate could shut completely.

Their home was no more… It had been sent to the realm on the other side, Yondrathöl… There was no turning back now… and the two would soar through the vapidness of nothing in hot pursuit of the Iris.

The heart of an artist was from the sacred bible that bound people together, forged and driven by communities. This was to be the end of Vegala’s story as we know it. The heart was the Iris, and the artists were those capable of beholding its power unlocking it’s true potential, one day revealing the truth kept from so many lives. Art never truly ends… It is we who decide when it ends. For Tyrant and Fate, they are destined this capsule of wisdom to be shared forever…

Or… at least that’s what the artist wanted you to believe…