Papyrus Disbelief Novels & Stories

"She has been lying to all of us for years." Raphael turned his head and stared at me in disbelief. I did not say a word; I simply reached out and handed the thick brown folder directly to his hands. He took it, pulled out the documents, and began scanning the pages. Within seconds, his facial expression shifted rapidly from total confusion to deep shock, and finally to pure horror. "This cannot be real," Raphael gasped out, his hands shaking so violently the paper rattled. "This has to be some kind of sick joke."

"It cannot corrupt a living thing the way it can corrupt a document. And a design that lives in people rather than pages is something it has never encountered before in six hundred years of opposition." I thought about this. "How certain are you?" I said. "Not very," they said honestly. "But I am more certain of this than I have been of most things in my life, and I was built by six centuries of an entity that is very good at producing false certainty, so the fact that this uncertainty feels genuine is itself something I am choosing to trust." I looked at them. "Where will you go?" I said.

"Do you really not have any evidence to prove your statement?" Hearing Hesper’s words, Yale was astonished for a moment. He knew very clearly that his explanation was very pale. However, this had always been the case; no matter how friendly he was with the people he had met before this, the other party would immediately stay away from him as soon as they heard about his plagiarism, as they were afraid that they would also be labeled as someone who plagiarized too. Taking a deep breath, Yale shook his head. "I don’t have any evidence. I had a close relationship with the senior back then, and the two of us often exchanged ideas, so I trusted him fully, and I never thought that he would…”

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

“There’s no mention like that in there.” “Like what?” Elena asked. “That’s it’s all the root of all evils,” he replied. “That’s the same assumption,” she replied. “I’m done here. This place is so dead. I could not tell how long. There are no fossils available except for the papers. But papers are so tricky. They can be rewritten, and therefore, we could not trust it to calculate how long this place has been.” Jason did not argue. She just watched him as he sheepishly scrutinized the crumpled place she just disturbed. “You do not trust the papers but you have read each of the scrolls. How does that help you?”

"We don't know nothing 'bout this ritual and you done burn the one thing that could help us understand it!" "Why did you burn them!?" Cyrus asked Mama. Mama refused to answer with the truth - that she thought the parchments were the actual ritual, and, determined to get me away from tempus summatum and Hezekiah, thought destroying it would save us. But Aza's words about the loa and fate were right: They always find a way to lead us right where they want us. But Mama continued to be silent. She refused to confess the truth about me being the author of these papers back in the 19th century.

Hence, there should be no objection to that. Yet, there was a sudden reply that mentioned the contributions were doubtful. Not only that, but it also showed that Caspian and the other disciples were suspected of possible fraud. From a certain point of view, that attacked Caspian and the others' credibility and character. Moreover, it was an attack carried out despite many facts being laid out. A hint of gloominess appeared in Caspian's eyes. Even with a large amount of evidence, their contributions were still doubtful. If not so many disciples witnessed the matter, Caspian could not help but wonder what would be written instead.

Pierre thought for a moment before he sent his reply, "Who are you? What do you know?" "You shouldn't care who I am, but I know things that you don't. I'm sure that Paisley conspired with others to frame you that night. This is enough." "Where is the evidence? Send them to me." "Do you think I'll give you the evidence for free?" "Do you want money?" Pierre sneered. "I will naturally give you money if your evidence is true, but who knows whether you have it or not? Perhaps you are just a scammer."

As I stood up, I glimpsed what I hadn’t noticed on my desk before now. A new piece of parchment lay on the desk with my name written on it in the usual way. I blinked, pausing in my step. Who dropped this here? Who is this from? A knock came from the door. When I didn’t answer, the door cracked open a bit, and Xavier poked himself in. I gave him a look, and he bowed, leaving with a grunt. I picked up the folded parchment to see a one-line note. "I have no faith in them."

“Seraphina, are you absolutely sure it wasn’t planted? Something to make you turn against Lucien?” I glared at him, anger flaring. “Of course, I considered that, Derek! But the journals are centuries old. The handwriting, the ink—it’s authentic. This isn’t some recent forgery.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” “Because I wasn’t sure who to trust!” I snapped. “And now you’re standing there questioning me like I’m insane. Do you know how hard it was to come to you with this?”