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I asked, already knowing the answer. It was Faye who answered, her voice a little shaky and her lips covered with the sugar of the forgotten dumpling on her plate. “Probably here in this castle. The book was written five centuries ago by yourself, Arianna.” "So, because of me, now demons and humans have twin books that can summon entities and provoke possessions?” "Yes, we have to admit that you have a very peculiar way of trying to retell the story itself," pondered Vraxlon. "Starting by wanting to fit in with nuns and saints in this life.”

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the

“Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.” “So you’re saying these… these children’s tales,” Ryatt says with effort, his eyes narrowing with frustration as he waves down to the ancient books now littering the table, “aren’t tales at all?” “There’s always truth in fiction.” Ryatt’s nostrils flare in annoyance, but I step closer to the books, gently flipping a page. The text is in a language that predates Firestone. It’s looping scribbles–symbols I don’t recognize, and even Misty, who excels at this kind of thing, looks perplexed.

My eyes landed on the wooden slate which read; Wars Of Werewolves. Not my cup of tea. I moved further as I traced another slate with my fingers. "Chronicles of Reynes." I read out the words that were written on the slate. I scanned every slate. Descendants of Moon. The curse. Slaves of Sun. 10th-century shapeshifters. Finally, I read out the words I was finding. "History," I whispered as a smile curved on my lips. I quickly rushed towards the shelf but halted as I saw the number of books it contained.

As soon as my head hits the mattress, I find myself being pulled into another dreamless slumber. Dear Gentle Readers, if you are interested in reading Clarabelle Summers’ story, stay tuned to this author’s profile here in GoodNovel and subscribe to "Fuck You And All Of Your Bullshits". You can also check out Clarabelle's brothers’ stories (she has 8 brothers) in "Taming The Wild CEO" (Javier Summers), "Accidentally in Bed With The Wrong Brother" (Draven Summers), and "Tempted By The Devil" (Reed Summers). Or Clarabelle’s niece, Autumn Summers, in "The Bad Nerd Boy". Thanks a million and please do take health precautions and stay safe!

She finds she minds the not-knowing. Momentum and Resistance: Patterns in Medieval European Trade Route Development, 1100-1400. Academic press, 1987, the spine worn in the way that books get worn when they've been read repeatedly rather than owned decoratively, which tells her it belonged to someone who used it. She turns to the front page. No inscription. Just the book, deliberately chosen and sent without ceremony, as if it requires no explanation. As if the explanation is self-evident. She puts it down. She makes coffee. She picks it up again.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

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