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Small Disclaimer:

I did use a little tiny bit of Elvish in this chapter so;(=the name of the chalice)

'I do not claim to have come up with the Elvish language, nor do I have any rights to it.'

J.R.R. Tolkien is the one who invented Elvish.

Small Author's Note:

I know, sorry for interrupting the story flow but I felt I had to say this before it continues:

-To anyone who's been skipping chapters: Let me warn you now, this story will make next to absolutely no sense unless you read every chapter.

-P.S. It would be nice if the other readers would review, at least to let me know you've been reading and you like or dislike the story so far.


CHAPTER 8

Ancient History

Sarah stopped by J.D.'s office after her classes. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," called a voice on the other side of the door.

Sarah poked her head through the door. "Hey J.D., I was wondering if I could talk to you a minute."

"Sure, come on in," he said, getting up from his desk to clear the papers away.

J.D. was not much older than Sarah. In all the time Sarah knew him she still couldn't get over how green his eyes always looked. He was defiantly an Aster there was no mistake about that, Sarah thought. J.D. pulled a chair in front of the desk for Sarah to sit on. "Sorry, the office is a little messy at the moment."

Sarah sat down dropping her backpack to the ground. She let out a deep breath. "Ok this is going to sound totally wired."

J.D. gave her a look of amusement "Weirder than when you told me the Starcatchers were real?"

Both of them laughed at little recalling old memories.

"Well, maybe not that weird. Maybe I should just start with the important thing." She glanced at J.D. who watched her patiently. "J.D. do you know anything about a chalice? I mean did the Starcatchers ever mention a chalice having to do with anything?"

J.D., after having met Sarah and Aidan had become quite serious about his Starcatcher ancestry. If anyone knew anything about Starcatchers' history it would be J.D. He thought about it for a moment. "I might, why do you ask?"

A nervous grin grew on Sarah's face, "Well, that's kind of the weird part." Sarah told J.D. all about the letter she had found in a box of old that belonged to her Grandmother. This aroused farther questions as to how she had gotten the letter. So she told him the whole rest of the story which to some time in telling,

"And that's about all I know, I did ask my mom and she told me that my grandmother was friends with a British girl that came to live with them during the war, and apparently for some reason the package never got mailed back," said Sarah, coming to the closure of her explanation. She handed the letter to J.D. so he could examine it for himself.

After a long while he looked back up at Sarah. She studied his face and he looked confused.

"I… See..." he said slowly.

"What is it?" asked Sarah glancing over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.

J.D. walked over to a bookcase behind his desk, he pulled out a book revealing a secret compartment underneath where the book had sat. This was where he kept his secret stash of ancient Starcatcher documents, diaries, letters etc., etc. J.D. carefully lifted out an old book and flipped through the pages. "Ah here it is!"

"What?" Sarah asked him eagerly.

J.D. put down the book. "I've been doing some research lately on ancient Starcatcher history, and here in this book it talks about an old relic called the Yulma Umbar, meaning Cup of Fate. It was more commonly known as the Silver Chalice."

"Can I see the book?" Sarah asked.

He handed the book to her. "I don't think you'll able to read it though. A friend of mine has been working hard with me to translate it. But I have failed to understand most of it."

Sarah looked at the odd words inscribed on the page. They were written in black ink. Her eyes lingered on an illustration of a silver chalice, on the broadest part of the cup were set four crystal jewels. A light was shining out of the cup. There was something inscribed on the cup but Sarah could not read it. A thought popped into her head; she had to ask. "Why was it called the 'Cup of Fate'?"

"Apparently, it had once been used in ancient courts to decide whether a person was guilty or not."

Sarah stared at him confused "But how...I mean how could a silly cup tell you that?"

"It was believed that if the accused drank out of the cup and lived, he wasn't guilty."

"I still don't get it."

J.D. leaned closer lowering his voice to a whisper. He pointed to the light shooting from the illustrated chalice. "It's what they filled the cup with - the book describes it here as gold dust that possessed a brilliant bright light."

Sarah gasped, "Starstuff!"

J.D. nodded.

"But I thought if you came into contact with too much starstuff you'd die instantly."

"And most of them did," he said grimly. "The chalice hadn't originally been made for that purpose though."

Sarah sat back in her chair. "Then what was it made for?"

J.D. ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm afraid that's where my knowledge of it ends, I haven't been able to find out anything more yet."

Sarah nodded. She looked up at the clock. "Gee, it's already 5!" Sarah got up from her seat. "I guess I'd better go. Thank for the info J.D."

J.D. smiled. "You're welcome. Say hello to Aidan for me."

"Will do," Sarah called behind her as she shut the door.