It took hours before Teacher Borin decided we had learned enough for the day and let us leave.
Ofcourse he made sure to instruct us to visit mother's office before letting us go. Myria, the people pleaser that she was, rushed towards the office the moment she stepped out of the room.
I, on the other hand, began walking in the opposite direction.
"If I am going to be punished, it sure as void won't be today.
So I began strolling through the palace hallways, moving past several murals and paintings of my parents, fighting alongside five other individuals against a giant demonic creature.
Turns out, this world had been attacked by the demons from the underworld years before I was born. It had been a brutal war. Mother and Father, along with five other warriors and mages, played a huge role in slaying the demon king. A feat for which they were regarded as heroes to this day.
I reached a giant steel door and knocked on it. The door slid open to it's side, revealing thousands of thousands of bookshelves, neatly arranged across several floors. Small animal spirits floated across the library, each holding a small sheet of paper, acting as little librarians, guiding people to the books they were trying to find.
I though, knew what I was looking for. Moving past the bowing librarian, I climbed up the stairs towards the upper floor only reserved for royal family.
What was interesting about the war against the underworld? I began browsing through the books containing the history section.
Was the fact that not once in its records had someone witnessed the phenomenon of stars falling from the sky. The same phenomenon that I now had seen three times, diving into my ancestor's final memories.
It was truly staggering; I ordered a floating spirit to hand me a couple of books from the upper shelf.
Part of the reason why I had broken Rule 7 was because I had wanted to know more about that war, yet no matter how hard I combed through these history books, I couldn't find a trace of any of it.
It had been over an year and I was still searching. Even if this war had happened thousands of years ago, how was it that no one remembered it. This was a world where people could easily live to a couple of centuries.
It was as if I was looking for something that didn't even exist in this world. Which was impossible, considering I had seen it with my own eyes. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, humans, elves, dwarves, spirits, and every other species imaginable come together and march in the same direction.
How terrifying the enemy must have been to unite all these races.
The worst part was that despite seeing it four times, I had not managed to see the enemy once.
Even before the enemy was seen on the horizon, my ancestors, along with thousands of others, would either die because of some natural calamity or from some disease that made them cough up their insides.
"It's like someone is trying to hide it," I spoke before taking the books and climbing over to the nearest table. I was too short to read from the table while sitting on a chair, so this was the only way.
Taking the first book from the pile, I began browsing through it.
For the last week, I have been going through this world's geography to get some clues. I still hadn't found anything yet, but…
"' The Frostguard Expanse' in the north is out, so is the 'Crimson Desert' in the east." I was mumbling to myself when I was interrupted by a voice behind me.
"For a person who hates studying, you spend an awful lot of time in the library, little brother."
I turned around to see a boy about seven years of age, with long silver hair similar to my father, walking in my direction.
"I like gaining knowledge." I turned around and once again immersed myself in the book. " I just like to do it on my own terms."
Faelan nodded and took a seat on the chair beside me.
"I heard you got in trouble again, little brother; what were you thinking? You know how bad she is at lying."
I turned my head towards him. Faelan was a weird one. My older brother, for some reason, didn't find it odd that a three-year-old child behaved and talked the way I did. Then again, he himself didn't act like a normal seven-year-old.
"You saw how miserable she was, being forced to go there every day. I was just trying to help."
Faelan nodded in understanding. "I know, but you should have talked to Mother herself instead of lying and going behind her back."
I let out a small sigh. "I know, that was a mistake. How is she? She must be looking for me."
"She is furious," Faelan lightly chuckled. "In fact, she sent me here to check if you were in the library."
I nodded in understanding. "Are you going to tell her I am here?"
Faelan lightly smiled and stood up from his seat. "No." he reached out his hand and ruffled my hair.
"I'll go talk to her and see if you can get a reduced sentence. You hide here for the time being."
He turned around to leave. " I'll also talk about Myria; I doubt she will listen, but still.
He glanced at me one last time and walked away.
Looking at his departing figure, I couldn't help but smile myself.
"He is a good older brother."