Indigo Novels & Stories

Various bizarre symbols began forming, an attempt by the boy to recreate the riddle from the beginning before forgetting anything that could be proven crucial for finding the solution. Colors and gems, as well as a name I have never heard before. How are they correlated between them? Scarlet and red are maybe connected with the rubies and bloodstones? And perhaps the color teal is considered to have some relation with the aquamarine and the emerald. Then, what about Mithril and orange? No, Mithril's color is silver; I am missing something for sure. There is also that man named Kale Eleguards remaining. I have to, at least for now, make sure not to forget his name...

Bright

Even through the mud, it’s clear what this is…Purple Atlantonite. “Aric, we need to get to Isaiah right now. This is huge!”

Ten days left. "Aurora?" Claire stood in the doorway. She held a stack of fabric swatches for the lobby. "The indigo or the charcoal?" Claire asked. "Marcus says charcoal is more durable. I say indigo has more soul." "Indigo," Aurora said automatically. Then she stopped. She looked at the swatches. "Wait. Let me see." She forced herself to focus. She forced her brain to engage with textures and weave counts, pushing the biological countdown into the background.

It’s so soft. “Keep looking,” Justus says, his voice low and gravelly, and nudges the box closer to me. I pile the skeins on my lap. The colors are almost too bold for natural dyes, which must be what Last Pack uses. They aren’t blue and red and green; they’re indigo and crimson and emerald. “They’re so beautiful. Who spun them?” “The females,” he says. No shit. “Which females?” He looks caught for a second, and then he says, “I’ll find out. Keep looking.”

"After all, I already have a new one, and I won't wear the old one. "I don't think you have one, do you?" Joanna looked at Jeffrey lovingly, her voice elongated like a kitten. "If you want one, ask Jeffrey to buy one. It's not expensive anyway. "But there's a problem. He has already used his ID to buy a DR ring once. So if you need it, you might have to get it from a different person." Joanna said in a sarcastic tone, but her expression looked like she was aggrieved. Seeing the bracelet engraved with the oath on the outstretched wrist, I suddenly felt like a clown.

Her red curls tickled my neck as she did so. When she pulled away, she went into her little personal room in the Grove and came out with a three little bottles in her hand. She pushed them into mine and looked at me seriously. “These three bottles should be of help to you. The red is for you to regain strength and help wounds heal. The blue is a very corrosive element that burns skin. The green is also for attacking as well if need be. It's a poison, not as corrosive, but also dangerous, especially when ingested.”

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

Purple rose up to his full height: He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey." Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."

It’s a long shot, but I’m not exactly flush with options at the moment. Invidia’s hand illuminates with a purple glow, and with a wave of her hand, the tray that contained my food and water disappears. As I observe her with keen – albeit tired – eyes, I now realise it's not quite the same hue as what I’ve witnessed in other makkares. Makkari magic is emitted as a vibrant shade of violet, but now that I pay closer attention, Invidia’s magic has a darker hue, like a shade of dark indigo. I never thought much of it, but I’m starting to realise the darkness she wields was reflected as clear as day in her magic, and I was too ignorant or complacent to notice.