Percival tiptoes through the silent library, his eyes wide with wonder. He runs his fingers along the worn spines of leather-bound books, lost in the vast forest of knowledge.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the room. Percival jumps, startled, and turns to see a pile of books scattered on the floor. He groans, knowing he'll be blamed for the mess.

Before he can move, a gentle hand rests on his shoulder. Percival looks up to see Old Mr. Barnaby, the librarian, his cloudy blue eyes filled with understanding.

"Mr. Barnaby, I didn't mean to—" Percival stammers.

Mr. Barnaby smiles warmly. "No worries, young Percival. Sometimes, even the sturdiest books fall. Tell me, what treasures were you looking for?"

Percival hesitates, then points to a dusty book tucked away in a high shelf. Its cover is adorned with an intricate raven design.

Mr. Barnaby helps him retrieve the book. It's titled "Tales of Forgotten Magic." Percival runs his fingers over the faded inscription.

"This book," Mr. Barnaby says in a hushed voice, "whispers of a hidden world, a world where magic dances in the shadows."

Percival's eyes widen. He's always loved stories about magic, but this feels different, more real. A shiver of excitement runs down his spine.

Mr. Barnaby winks. "But shh, these are just stories, wouldn't you say?"

Percival nods, a secret smile playing on his lips. He carefully carries the book to a hidden corner of the library, eager to lose himself in the world of forgotten magic.