Novel & Cerita Enchantment Table Language Translator

It wasn’t moving, so it was easy to walk past pink lions and purple and blue striped zebras to the octagon-shaped center column. We had to walk around three sides before we found a large brown door with gold writing. It was in French, so I couldn’t read it. "What does it say?” Mia asked Arthur. "It says 'à travers l'étang ou mourir, des puzzles faits à la main et des boîtes pour vos trésors les plus précieux.'" "Daddy!" Arthur laughed. "It says 'Across The Pond Or Die, handmade puzzles, and boxes for your most precious treasures. By appointment only’."

When I try to shake it off, two of the magi come around to hold my arms in place. "You shall bear our mark, Great Queen Stella," she is speaking the common tongue now, in the language of Luxandra, for my benefit and the benefit of the others gathered around. Even those who speak Solarian know Luxandrian, and his switch allows the others to follow along. The buzzing in my head eases as he uses my language, easing some of the tension so that my mind can relax, free from the burden of translating everything I hear.

I looked up, who would be trying to enchant me? “You’ll need to do a cleansing spell on yourself and then a protection spell that will block the enchantments. The cleansing spell is easy, you’ll need alteratives to cleanse your blood and lymph to enable them to rid your body tissue of toxins that the enchantments could have left.” What the hell was alteratives?

Eva offered her language skills. “That sounds about right. Sadly, those are languages we’re having issue with. They think it’s a language that was used by shifters that we’ve stopped using centuries ago. Then we have others that give names or numbers to the items, but not how or if they are enchanted. Others say how they are enchanted, but not what they were created to deal with. Others say they deal with this or that creature, but not how they do that. So I guess it’s a fair example. So yeah, I think you have a great grasp of the mess here.”

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

I said to myself as I stared at the handwriting. "I'll need more than a week to translate this, but whatever this is, it might be a guide to defeating all our enemies because the cover says, 'Hold the present beside you and look into the future where all the good things are kept.'" The smile on his face was evident; I knew that he was impressed and surprised that I could translate the language.

Witches existed with the humans on the other side while us feral beasts on our part. “So you think this is what Khang wants?” “I suspect,” he searched through the piles of his ‘research’ before handing me a single file. He handed it to me, it was a picture of words in a language that I can't understand. “Can you read that?” “No,” I muttered. I was versed in over thirty languages but this was different. “What is it?” “It's engraved in the ruby but no one can read it,” he replied. “To answer your question, I am devastated but I won't give up,”

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

With the picture tucked securely in my pocket, I left Elara’s room, and took a walk back to my own room, locking the door behind me. “Anima in tenebris, levate vis, ignis in ferro, puritatem in sanguine.” I whispered, allowing the cloaking spell that had hidden my athame collection to lift like a veil. Tonight’s sacrifice would be unlike any other. It had to be special; it had to be memorable for Elara. I envisioned her holding her own blade, a pristine weapon untouched by the sins of my past.