Chapter 141: Sally’s Journal

Sakolomé pushed open the door to his room with a sigh of exhaustion. He tossed his bag near the bed, took off his jacket, and quickly changed, swapping his school clothes for a comfortable t-shirt and light pants.

He then settled in front of his small wooden desk, worn from supporting his nights of study. He reached toward the drawer and, with a slow but determined gesture, pulled out Sally's journal. His gaze fixed on the worn cover, marked by time… and by magic.

A serious smile stretched his lips.

— "Here we go…"

As if in response to his impulse, Shushu appeared in a slight mist of energy above him, before nestling into his spiraled silky hair.

— "It's time, father!" he whispered softly, eyes shining.

— "Stop calling me that…" murmured Sakolomé, not really believing it.

He slowly opened the journal. This time, no seal, no magical barrier: the mysterious inscriptions were there, but fully translated, neatly copied in clear letters by Shushu's meticulous care.

— "Well done, Shushu…"

The young man began to read quietly, almost to himself:

"Sakolomé, if you are reading this… then you have passed all the necessary steps. You will notice that the original text was in a strange language. It is the language of Sorcerers, unique to the World of Myths."

He paused, frowning.

— "The World of Myths? …Sally went there?"

— "You should read on, father," whispered Shushu, still clinging to his locks.

Sakolomé resumed:

"When I learned to manipulate the mana of Sy666, I gained access to a fragment of its consciousness. That's how I understood that other worlds existed. Not just alternative dimensions as one might think… but parallel worlds, perhaps older than ours."

Sakolomé's heart beat a little faster.

"The World of Myths… The first time I went there, I was amazed. It was unreal. Fabulous landscapes, impossible colors, and above all… creatures thought to be born of human imagination. Unicorns, fairies, ogres… dragons living in silver forests or suspended lakes."

He breathed slowly. Sally's tone was lively, vibrant, almost childlike.

"Seeing all that… made me forget for a moment that the mana of Sy666 was slowly killing me. This world, Sakolomé, deserves to be seen at least once. It allowed me to breathe when everything was too heavy here. I went there secretly, alone, without telling anyone. It was my little corner of peace… My own sanctuary."

Sakolomé stopped, eyes fixed on the paper. He felt a pang in his chest.

Sally had never mentioned any of this. Not even in their most intimate moments. She carried this world in silence.

Sakolomé continued reading, eyes riveted on the now-clear lines, as if Sally's voice whispered the words in his ear:

"I could discover splendid things, and I even started making friends there. My best friend in that world… was called Ysolongue. She was always smiling, beautiful, and incredibly kind.

But what moved me most was that she said she was a dragon.

A dragon. Pink.

Hard to believe, I know. But she confirmed it herself.

She wasn't like the other creatures. Ysolongue… was an entity apart.

One day she told me, with that soft and mysterious voice:"

"I am the last-born, guardian of mythical emotion. What I protect… is not strength, nor knowledge, but the very essence of feelings.

I am the melancholy of the gods, the passion of heroes, and the love that survives the end of legends."

"She possessed strange but beautiful attributes.

Divine Feeling, Creative Passion, Affective Memory.

She could see through hearts, feel the deepest pains, revive lost memories, and make even a demon cry.

But above all… she taught me something I never thought possible:

Mythical magic.

The ability to impose a concept."

Sakolomé stopped abruptly.

His gaze left the pages, fixed, lost in sudden thought.

— "Wait a second…"

He frowned.

— "That day… when Sally fought Shushu, when he was still a wandering, uncontrollable, terrified demon…"

Vague memories returned.

The noise of the fight.

The fear in the eyes of that little demonic being.

And Sally… raising her hand, her gaze vibrant with a new calm.

She had spoken.

Not cast a classic spell.

Not shouted an incantation.

Sakolomé: "It's true that day… she imposed a concept…"

He resumed reading, flipping pages again and again, focused, as hours passed. It was like diving into a thrilling novel, a living story, impossible to put down.

Then he reached a somewhat particular section:

"One day, as I was returning to the World of Myths, Ysolongue was sitting, looking thoughtful.

I don't know why, but it was as if she was constantly thinking about something.

Something deep… something fundamental she had lost.

Every time I asked her to tell me about it, she simply replied:

'It's not worth it. Nothing will change anymore.'

It was strange… but no matter.

I know deep down, Ysolongue is extremely broken.

She never really spoke to me in detail — neither about her family nor her parents.

She just told me she was the last-born.

But if that's the case… then where are the others?

Maybe dragons don't have that kind of family bond among themselves…

However, Ysolongue had immense authority over the other dragons.

She was capable of taking human form, speaking, reasoning…

She did much more than all the other dragons could do.

She was like… a super-dragon to them."

Sakolomé turned the page.

A new passage immediately caught his attention:

"Then, one strange day, he appeared.

He had short hair, strange marks under his eyes, a muscular body, and a face that never smiled.

It was Kai Joron.

According to Ysolongue, he is the most powerful human currently known.

A being close to what are called the 'Deviants.'

The Deviants are creatures who are neither gods, nor demons, nor dragons, but who nonetheless reach divine levels.

It is said that Kai approaches this level, capable of defeating any human… without the slightest difficulty."

Sakolomé resumed reading. The journal now delved into Sally's most intimate memories, and the more he read, the more attentive his gaze became.

"Kai Joron… was a human, like me, like you.

But he lived in the World of Myths.

I don't know by what miracle he got there — maybe through the same kind of rift as me.

He had a special relationship with Ysolongue.

They often spent time together.

I saw them talk at length, sometimes for whole hours, without either ever raising their voice.

And although Kai was a cold, distant, always serious person… there was something different in his attitude when he was with her.

He didn't smile, no. He never smiled.

But… he looked at her.

And in that look, I believe even silence tasted of attachment.

Ysolongue, she often laughed in his presence — even when he didn't understand her jokes.

It was almost… endearing.

Their bond was strong, perhaps sincere.

But yet…"

Sakolomé paused, intrigued. He raised his eyebrows slightly. The tone of the journal subtly changed. Sally now wrote with a hint of bitterness, as if she did not believe in the beauty of this relationship.

He continued:

"Yet, despite all this tenderness, Ysolongue was not as naive as one might think.

One day, when we were alone together, she told me…

'I think Kai stays with me only because he knows what I am capable of.'

I didn't understand everything at the time, but she explained that Kai wanted to become a Deviant.

And for that… he had to be freed.

Freed from everything.

From laws.

From rules.

From the chains of reality.

From systems.

And above all… from causal weave.

Yes, you read me right, Sakolomé.

To become a Deviant, one must detach not only from physical and magical laws, but also from cause and effect.

And Ysolongue… she had that power.

She could erase a being from the threads of fate.

Take them out of the network that links every action to a consequence.

She, the Last-Born, Guardian of Mythical Emotion, could transcend the very fabric of existence.

And Kai knew it.

So… you see, Sakolomé.

Even if their exchanges were gentle, even if she laughed with him…

There was always a shadow behind it all.

The fear that this man approached her only for her power.

That he looked at her… not because he loved her, but because he needed her."

Sakolomé stood frozen for a moment.

His fingers gripped the journal a little tighter. He slowly raised his head, his gaze lost.

— "Kai Joron… he wanted to become a Deviant… and for that, he might have used Ysolongue…"

Shushu, still perched on the corner of the desk, whispered:

— "It's a rare thing… a human ready to sacrifice all causality to become a free being. But… the price to pay, father, is often a heart."

Sakolomé answered softly, eyes lowered to the page:

— "Or someone else's heart…"

Sakolomé plunged back into reading.

Sally's words seemed to resonate directly in his heart.

"Sakolomé, you should know that I always spoke of you to Ysolongue.

I told her how much I loved you, and how we often spent time together, just the two of us.

Although we were 'just' friends and not a couple, Ysolongue often told me to take the big step, to confess to you face to face.

But I couldn't. I told her every time: 'I'll do it later.'

She always laughed and said she would be proud to unite our love, you and me.

She also told me she would like to meet you one day.

I told her: 'You will, don't worry.'"

"I had promised to take you there one day, Sakolomé…"

"But if you're reading this journal, it means I'm already dead.

So it's too late, haha…"

Sakolomé stopped reading for a moment.

A soft, almost painful smile appeared on his face.

— "Always cracking weird jokes, that one…"

He placed his fingers on the page, as if to caress the ink. Then resumed reading more slowly, as if wanting to savor every syllable.

"Sakolomé, I want you to go to the World of Myths to present yourself to Ysolongue.

You owe her at least that.

Even if I'm no longer here, go meet her.

She can help you grow, to evolve.

She will love you a lot, I'm sure."

He clenched his teeth as he continued:

"But… be careful of Kai Joron.

I didn't trust him. He was never sincere with her.

I can't prove anything to you…

But beware of him.

Beware as if your life depended on it."

Sakolomé gently closed the journal.

A long sigh escaped his lips.

He remained frozen for a moment, eyes lowered, the journal resting on his knees. The silence in his room was almost too heavy, too dense. He still felt Sally's scent. The imprint of her voice between the lines.

Then, a small voice softly arose… from his hair.

— "So, father… when is our journey to this mystical world?"

Shushu, floating lightly in his locks, fixed him with sparkling eyes.

Sakolomé slowly lifted his eyes, then murmured:

— "We will go. Probably for a long time…"

He rose from his chair, carefully closed the journal, put it back in his drawer, and added:

— "But before that, Velda and Rivhiamë have countless answers to give me."

Shushu tilted his head curiously.

— "About Kai?"

Sakolomé nodded gravely.

— "Yes. And not just him. I want to know everything they know about the World of Myths. This world is not a legend. It is real. And I must go there…"

He then looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

— "…Sally, I will keep your promise. Even if you can no longer walk beside me…"

Shushu remained silent for a moment, then settled on his shoulder, wings folded.

The wind outside gently tapped the window.

Somewhere, far away, in a world of fairies and dragons, Ysolongue suddenly lifted her eyes as if something had brushed her heart.

And she whispered:

— "Sakolomé…?"