The Script Seekers

Summary: An original tale about the search for a batch of legendary scrolls and the power they bring.

The Script Seekers

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“Just so you know…killing me won’t bring her back.”

“Ain’t that a shame.”

“D-don’t you care?”

“Nope. If you had killed her, I wouldn’t be wasting time talking to you about it. You wouldn’t have even seen me coming. Just darkness, then the fires of hell.” A line of ancient script slithered down the man’s hand like a black plague, twirled his middle finger, then hopped off his skin to form a tangible spear that prodded another man in his temple. “With a flick of my will, I can end you.”

A trail of blood slid down the man’s head, his eyes widening in fear. “You…you’re a Script Seeker?”

The other sported a feral smile and knelt down next to his hostage. “So you know the legends, huh? Maybe you’re not as useless as I pegged you for.”

“Or maybe I am. All I know is that of this world, there are only ten Script Seekers, the ones who will command the ancient and brutal language of God. The wars for the sacred Scripts have been going on since the dawn of humankind. Tell me,” the man grunted, looking up at his target, “how have your kind survived through the generations, if there is only ten?”

“What’s your name?” the Script Seeker asked.

“What’s it matter to you? Aren’t you about to kill me?”

“I’l kill you faster if you don’t tell me.”

“Ashley. Ashley Simmons….”

The Script Seeker whistled, then stood. Ashley watched as his vine of script retracted back onto the skin of his forearm. “Ashley, eh? What a name for a boy, I’ll just call you Ash. Mine’s Taylor. Get up, Ash. You want to know how we Script Seekers have lasted so long? Fine, I’ll show you. It’s about time anyway….”