My Most Precious Human

Looking for a solution

I was sitting on my bed, gaping at the unfolded pieces of paper from the box I found inside Elora's

diary. I had been trying to read the coded notes, hoping for some kind of magical revelation, but none

came. Then I started thinking that someone who gave me this diary clearly wanted to torture me. I

found three different types of handwriting, yet none of them was Elora's. That made me almost certain

that what I found were secret messages that Elora was receiving from some people she collaborated

with. The more I examined those notes, the more similarities I found. They must have been all

encrypted using the same method, but I was miles away from finding a clue how to decode them.

Suddenly, someone knocked on my door.

"Just a minute!" I called out, threw all the secret messages under my bedsheets, and then ran to open

the door.

"I came to check on you and ask how are you feeling," Kanan announced as he walked inside my

chamber.

I was relieved that it was him. I was more than eager to talk to a friend and silence my frustration. I

brewed us some tea and put out a box of biscuits Martha once brought me as a "just in case" snack.

"So… are you all right? I've seen your face after talking to Mr. Parson, and you looked terrified." He

gave me a wry smile.

"Well, I was terrified, and to be honest, I still am," I sighed, "but the problem is that I can't get to Sariel,

and without him, I can't join the negotiations."

"If you cannot be a part of the peace negotiations, then we simply have to figure out something to make

Elora miss out on the negotiations as well." He shrugged, painting a cunning smile on his face.

I chuckled, "And what might that be? Are you going to make her trip and fall off the stairs?"

"Nah, with nobles' regeneration abilities, she'd be back to normal in no time, even if she'd broken most

of her bones," he snorted.

His adorable wickedness instantly formed a grin on my face. Kanan had an amazing talent for

improving my mood. Unfortunately, our black humor was also a way to hide our helplessness. I couldn't

imagine what should have happened to get Elora out from the negotiation table… until I remembered

what was underneath my bedsheets.

"I may have an idea, although I'm not sure what it is that I have yet," I claimed excitedly, never realizing

how weird my words sounded.

"All right…?" Kanan gave me an awkward smile, trying to figure out what I meant.

I ran to my bed, grabbed all the coded notes, and put them on the table in front of Kanan.

"Here," I stated, grinning.

"And I am looking at what exactly?" Kanan raised one of his eyebrows, and then examined my grinning

face as if searching for signs of sanity.

Only then did I realize that I should tell him where I got the messages from. I showed him the diary. He

studied it thoroughly, looking closely at the writing and quickly reading most of the entries.

"This is definitely Elora's. I recognize the handwriting and the way of speech," he confirmed. "Moreover, This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I heard about some of those occurrences from royal servants."

I sighed in relief and then became even more excited. "That means that the messages could be real as

well, right?"

"Yes, but decoding them can take some time," he stated, taking one of the notes from the table.

"Can you do it?" I asked, hopefully.

"It's a tricky thing to do without the keyword…" he smiled wryly.

I looked into his eyes, and already knew what he meant. "It's Vigenère cipher, isn't it?" I felt an arising

headache just saying that out loud.

"Yes, it is," he chuckled meanly. "If we are lucky I just need to find one word or words, or even a

sentence, that my sister used as a key and then follow the right letters in the alphabet to decode the

message. Unfortunately, she could use different keywords, for example, depending on the day of the

week…"

It didn't sound good at all. "So basically, if it is something easy, we can find the word and decode it in

seconds, or it could take… a long time." I felt completely discouraged.

"Don't worry." Kanan patted my shoulder and said, "I'll take some of those messages and try to figure

out something. Knowing my sister, it couldn't be anything too complicated. I would say that she

probably used one or two words. The keyword probably means something to her," he smiled, as if he

was trying to comfort me.

I forced myself to smile back at him, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed. For a short time, I felt as if

I had the upper hand in this. The most pathetic part of that thought was that I instantly imagined myself

going to Sariel and confidently announcing that I had got something on Elora… For now, I had nothing

except a diary that proved nothing and over twenty messages written in alienish.

"Kanan… I just need to know your opinion… Someone left me this diary along with those messages. I

don't know who it was or why he or she did it. Do you think it is worth trying to decode it? What if this is

all some form of sick joke to keep me busy with something meaningless?"

Kanan snorted, "Elora wouldn't go this far. Her schemes are simple. Nine out of ten times, she acts

before she makes a plan. Besides, what would anyone have to gain by giving you a puzzle like that?"

"I don't know…" I laughed nervously, "I think I just wanted you to say that spending time on decoding

these messages could make sense…"

"We won't know unless we try." Kanan winked at me, put a few encrypted notes into his pocket, patted

my head in a brotherly way, and left my room.

I looked at the coded notes Kanan left behind and sighed. I could either sink myself into thoughts about

Sariel or I could at least try my luck with decrypting the messages. I turned on my laptop.

Fortunately, there were a lot of online decoders that could decipher Vigenère's. They all worked quite

well unless you had the key, which I didn't have. All I had was my determination.

I took a piece of paper and wrote down every word that came to my mind while thinking about Elora…

Then I crossed out all the cursing... In the end, my list ended with three possible keywords: queen,

scheme, and Sariel. None of the words worked. Then I came up with a few more potential keys, but the

results were the same or more dreadful.

"This is worse than trying to win the lottery!" I shouted, cursing my ineptness.

I decided to call it a day since the longer I stared at those freaking letters that made zero sense, the

more frustrated I became. Later, Martha showed up and brought me dinner. I told her about not

meeting Sariel but meeting Draven in the garden instead. I decided to sort of skip the part where I had

a panic attack and let Draven embrace me to calm me down, and then I told her about the diary

someone left in my bedroom.

"The more you should try talking to the King again!" she demanded, crossing arms on her chest.

"Martha… Sariel still hasn't given me clearance to enter the main building, and I am sick of trying to

sneak around his room to meet him. This is insane that I have no other way to contact him, and it

makes me look pathetic," I grunted.

"It's the way it is right now, but you have to keep on trying. This is your chance to make things better for

you. Besides, men tend to forget, so you need to remind the King about your sexy self," she grinned

cunningly, prodding my shoulder.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn't like the thought of having to fight for a guy who had just claimed his

love for me. Sariel would never have betrayed me, would've he? Somehow, Martha's words made me

more anxious. She increased my insecurity and made me wonder what exactly Sariel planned with

Elora, and if he was aiming to seduce her, was there a line he wouldn't cross?

"Please try meeting with the King once more. I promise I won't ever bother you with a suggestion like

that again but give it one last try." Martha whined, innocently blinking her eyes.

"I give up!" I called out, tired of her grumbling and putting pressure on me. "I will go through that stupid

passage again and I will try to talk to the King, satisfied?"

"Yes, I am," she grinned. "Oh, by the way, the negotiations start tomorrow at nine, so I will come with

breakfast a little earlier than usual, just in case you need to get ready."

Martha left as if she was confident that I would meet Sariel and convince him to let me attend the

vampire-werewolf meeting. I wished I could have some of her confidence. If I did, perhaps I wouldn't

feel like a thief or a crazy stalker, walking through that passage and creeping towards Sariel's door. I

knocked and closed my eyes. I wanted to hear his voice coming from the chamber. I didn't want to feel

that depressing squeeze in my chest twice the same day…

The silence was all I got. I came back to my room cursing Martha's stupid idea. It only made me feel

much more restless and hopeless. To take my mind off of Sariel, I turned on my laptop again, took out

the coded messages, and tried every word, even the most idiotic, I could think of as a key. I gave up

around five or six in the morning, more frustrated than ever before. I felt like it was less than a minute

later when Martha opened my door with a slam, scaring the hell out of me.

"I knew you could do it!" she called out happily.

"Do… what?" I mumbled, half-asleep and irked.

"Join the negotiations, of course!" she sang.

"Martha… what are you talking about?" I narrowed my sleepy eyes at her.

"Wait… you didn't know?" She stared with her big, wide, completely puzzled eyes.

"Know about what?!" I called out, annoyed.

"You are asked to join the negotiations. It is said that your participation is mandatory, otherwise the

peace treaty is out of the question," she stated confidently.

I listened to her, having a hard time processing what she said.

"And… who stated such a demand?" I asked.

Martha looked at me confusingly saying, "I thought it was the King's doing. You talked to him yesterday,

didn't you?"

"No, I didn't," I sighed heavily as I struggled to get out of bed.

"Then… it must have been somebody else." Martha shrugged and then went to my closet to prepare

me an outfit. "All it matters is that you are going to be there."

I smiled nervously at her while one question kept popping in my head, "What the hell is going on?!"