Usually every Truesday* I head over to the local Library, which goes by the name of 'Franklin's Library', or FL for short, but I would find out soon enough that this was no ordinary trip down to FL...
(*Truesday: Originated from Truekorn, a warrior from the west, who spread fairness towards various different beasts, or hybrid animal/humans. 'True' was used to show 'truth' such as our world, same for 'day', resulting in Tuesday being ---> Truesday in Ye Joon's (MC) World.)
Various people stood Infront of the well-polished Library. Some covered in thick, shining metal armour, where as others shielded themselves in thin cloaks, that spread with various different colours, representing there Mageal* forms, where as the knights which stood together, chatting cheerfully over pints of large beers held a badge, which stuck firmly ontop of there chest. Most wore a green and yellow badge, which resembled the shape of a shield. Where as a few others wore a red and yellow badge, also shaped as a shield...
(*Mageal: this represents the various forms of magic, there are various Mageal forms of magic, each holding different colours, representing there powers. Some can even be mixed!)
Despite there difference in badges, they all cheerfully shouted loudly at one another, clearly drunk. How annoying.
I tend to find knights infuriating, compared to mages, who tend to keep to themselves.
But I'll go into detail about them and various other things about this world later...
Ignoring the overcrowding beasts that are 'knights', I head through to the large library, that was filled to the brim with various different books, that slid neatly between various wooden shelves, that spread far and wide through the endless corridor, filled brightly with a red carpet, which spread all the way down towards a counter, where one stereotypical old lady, with sharp, small classes that hung over her nose, looked down at a young boy, before stamping the large book that the boy had rented.
As the boy ran off towards a small confined area for reading, I slowly stepped foot towards the old lady, my small feet dragging behind me, as I barge through the various other Library workers who annoyingly wept a feint smile, and a small wave as I walked by. But truth be told, I am liking people treat me as a prodigy, no matter how annoying they are.
As I made my way towards the counter, I proceed to pull out a dirty old stool, which had been worn down from the many times it had been used...
'Hey Franstine, I'm here for yet another one of you're grandfather's books.'
I say, as my stupid, tiny grubby hands fall onto the counter, as I patiently wait for her to speak up.
'Right, right.. come this way, young boy..'
Says Franstine, but as I followed her I felt an uneasy presence, as I am usually only allowed to stare down into the wonderful lands of books that Frank had made, only through the cracks of course... Yet I'd never actually had even a chance to spot anything inside it though...
Franstine is a quiet old lady, who doesn't really seem to be bothered about the library, or anyone else in general, and for that she has gained my respect. Or though I do say it is unusual for her to even talk to me, so I knew something must be up.
As she slowly opened up the door behind the counter, that I had ever-so dreamed of entering, the rusty key, that had various patterns grated onto the back of it slowly turned through the lock...
As I witness the creaky door slowly reveal the mystical lands of Frank's books, I was met with an unfortunate conclusion... There was nothing but dust that covered the almost empty shelves that held nothing but a few of his books, and spiders that crawled towards there thick webs that covered every corner of the shelves.
'This is it? Can't believe I had always dreamed of visiting this crap place!'
I say, quite infuriated by the immediate let down..
'No, no.. this isn't the entirety of it..'
Says the old lady..
She then proceeds to carefully tred through the piles of boxes that lay, crumpled up ontop the dusty floor.
There she stood, standing Infront of the mysterious bookshelf, that covered the back wall.
'Could you be a dear and come pull this bookshelf ever so slightly?'
She says, before I make my way towards the bookshelf, before I look down, revealing many scratch marks beneath it, that went in an almost semi-circle pattern.. Could it be possible that something is behind this...