Home is where the walls are covered in mysteries

When Fenrir stood on the harbor looking for a ship back home he noticed captain Odalis waving at him. ‘Hey Xero guy, ugh what was your name again’ he scratched his head ‘Felix! Good to see you again, looking for a way back to OWAI-6?’. Fenrir pulled the straps of his back and sighed barely noticeable ‘it’s Fenrir, but yeah if you wouldn’t mind I would love to get another ride’. Odalis laughed ‘if I mind?! You were one of the best travelers I’ve had on board for a long while’. He called the young cabin boy to him and pointed at Fenrir’s bags ‘bring these to mister Fenrir’s cabin please’ the little boy nodded and took one of the heavy bags ‘I’ll be back for the other one in just a second sir’.

The crew of the ship was busy loading the new cargo on the ship and Fenrir helped where he could. ‘So you got any more of those stories?’, it was Odalis, for someone this tall he managed to be very sneaky. ‘Uhh yeah sure’ Fenrir grabbed a notebook from his pouch and quickly wrote something down. Don’t fly with captain Odalis if you want some rest

The trip to OWAI-6 went smooth and except for Odalis keeping him up till the late hours he still managed to get some rest and look at a few of the papers he had found in the underground metal room. The papers looked old and yellowed and some had coffee or rust stains on them. But whatever he did he couldn’t really decipher the code that it was written in. It was either a very inconsistent language or the writer used several different codes across the documents. Some symbols only appeared on a few sheets and others seem to pop up in almost all of the ones he looked at. Some of the papers had drawings on them, animals he had never seen, houses that looked nothing like he knew and even a creature probably an intelligent species that he was quite sure even the Capital City had none of.

Back in Torini Fenrir dropped all his bags on the table and started covering the walls of the room with all the different papers, a few hours later the table was filled with notebooks and the walls almost looked like they had a new wallpaper made out of old paper with weird symbols on them. He stared at it for hours and wrote down some notes of what some symbols could mean when he saw that the sun was starting to set. Suddenly his stomach started to growl, ‘guess I’m hungry’. He grabbed some food from his fridge, walked outside and started a small fire to roast it on ‘shhhh, just a second the food is almost done’ he said to his stomach when it growled again.

After dinner he decided to lay down in his hammock and started to think about what all the notes and drawings could mean. After a bit he slowly fell asleep with the crackling fire and the sounds of the sea in the background.