Starbright (The Starbright Series) by Rachel Higginson Page B

last night. Jupiter and h e had been gone most of the day getting what they could fly back with and packing the rest of it to have shipped here, but I could hear them down in the kitchen now and knew I needed to face them.
                  I texted Tristan on the way down the stairs, explaining tha t I would be a few minutes late , something he was used to and probably expecting . I hoped my J eep would make it into town, knowing I couldn’t risk having Tristan come to my house and meet Jupiter. He texted more questions, but I ignored them. Just like I ignored the feeling in my gut warning me not to do what I was about to.
                  Seth sat at the kitchen table with Jupiter, going over something out of an extremely old looking, leather bound book. They peered over it with a kind of quiet reverence, and I could see a haze of dust floating around the cracked pages. Or w ere the pages glowing….
                  Seth looked up at me when I entered the kitchen and smiled. His smile was easy going and happy, but the look in his eyes seemed to be always calculating, always waiting for something to happen. He was a trained W arrior, a lesser A ngel; I couldn’t expect anything else from him.
                  “Hey, what are you guys doing?” I peered over the table and recognized the pages of the book written in the old language. I couldn’t read it yet, but Seth seemed to have no trouble. “What is that?”
              Jupiter barely spared me a glance, staring intently at the pages in front of him. His finger moved under the symbols and foreign language with seemingly exact comprehension. I wondered how Jupiter had come to learn the old language, he wasn’t a Warrior, not even a lesser A ngel, and I highly doubted my kind went around to other planets teaching the sacred dialect to every species.
                  “It is the Alpha Hieros,” Jupiter answered blandly.
                  “The Sacred Beginning….” I whispered, realizing I stood in a room with one of the oldest , most sacred documents in the history of the universe. I stilled, hovering over the table and came to the realization that the pages actually were glowing. They shined with a golden hue, as if they themselves were made of light. “You can both read it?” I whispered, afraid my very breath would distort the pages.
                  “Seth has been…. taught to read in this language, so that after I am gone, he may interpret the text,” Jupiter explained.
                  “And you?” I pressed, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that this book, the history of my people, the account of the war waged between light and dark was shared only between Stars and Angels. Jupiter, no matter what his charge , shouldn’t be in possession of this book. And if it was given to him, for whatever divine purpose, then that was highly out of the ordinary.
                  “I was given….” Jupiter paused, looking up at me with eyes that flashed the deepest burgundy, like the color of old wine, before settling back into a muddled burnt maroon, “I was gifted with the ability to read your language, so that it would not become forgotten on this planet.”
                  I thought for a moment about his response, and decided that he must be telling the truth because there was no other way to learn the language than miraculous intervention. At one time, the E arth’s language mimicked that of the Angel’s that walked amongst humanity, as did every other planet created. But over time, and with the destruction of all other life throughout the entirety of space, save for E arth, the language had been forgotten by mankind, removed for the protection of its consecrated words.
                  The different races of Earth now held their own dialects and the written text passed down from God Himself, retreated to the