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Chapter 1: Searching
Inside a brick built library, a middle aged man rummaged in the dim light from several wall mounted candles. The tightly woven decorative rugs, along with the thick closed curtains, helped to muffle the rustling of books. The lone library sat patiently while its after-hours visitor continued his search through its offerings.
He frowned while allowing a low growl to rumble from his throat. If any would have it…it would have to be her. The middle aged man gruffly thought with a growing frown on his face. He snapped the hardback book shut, venting a little of this frustration.
His thought drifted and his grip tightened on the books binding for a moment. His jaw tightened and the book was roughly shoved back into place, kicking up a little bit of dust from a couple books to the left and right falling over.
He took a step back and made his way to another book stand on the far right wall. The fire reflected off his short, styled back frosty light brown hair. His eyes skimmed over different titles. “‘Legacy of the Gryphon,’ ‘Fire’s Magical Wonders,’ ‘Water Sprites and Their Tears…’” he muttered quietly under his breath with a growing dullness to his tone.
A breath released in irritation upon the adding frustration on top of the previous hours he spent searching the decent sized library. “Don’t tell me this Scholar Sage was not as I came to believe. She was proclaimed to be the expert on magic and magical artifacts from history.”
Once he was standing in front of the stand, he scanned over the spines text. Nothing, nothing, nothing, he thought with annoyance until his twisting expression began to lessen up, falling into curiosity as one book caught his eye. Hm? A hand reached up and went to pluck the scooted out book off the shelf by grabbing it by the top of its binding. This resulted in a ‘click’ sound to echo through the settled and nearly quiet air.
The book, as he removed his hand, began to open a bit before the sight of movement to the left drew his attention. He made his way the two steps over and watched as a small set of books began to part. This is interesting. He involuntarily coughed as more dust began to rise from the shelf, waving his hand to clear it away. What had come into sight was a unique book with a spine that held a diamond cut jade stone at the top and bottom.
Reaching in, he plucked the book free of its brethren. The hard surface had a layer of leather covering its textured back. The cover was a pale brown with letters pressed into the surface spelling out ‘Researcher’s Log’ below times dust. Quietly he opened it and began to flip through the musty, thick parchment. It seems looks can be deceiving here. Quite a good way to keep the public away from what she wants protected. He softly chuckled in his throat, closing his eyes momentarily. Too bad I stumbled across her little secret hiding place.