Novel & Cerita What If The Library Of Alexandria Never Burned

I sat quietly on a the floor of the library with a voluminous book on my laps. I simply just stared at the words on the book, not making any meaning out of it. It's actually a Greek mythology book. The library has now become my favorite place for the past one week. Drowning myself in the vast and different genres of book, which tends to distract me and keep my mind away from the outside world. Alexander hasn't been home for a week now and I haven't heard from him either. As a matter of fact, I don't even know about his whereabouts. I had asked John and he said that he went on an important business trip.

Alexandria’s Point of View Alexandria had been on a mission to kill Mia, her sister who had wronged her in some way. She had been planning to burn down the village where Mia lived, but as she was about to continue setting fire to the village, she realized that this would not be enough to kill Mia. She had to have her in her grasp to be sure of her death.

A location that was not the docks. “Burn it,” Alexander said. He didn’t mean just the physical ledger anymore. He meant the network. He meant to wipe the map clean. I stood there, hands clenched, the photograph of my son burned into my mind like a brand. The ship horns in the distance sounded mournful, and far above the city the sky began to lighten. Alexander’s hand found mine in the cold and squeezed. It was not a tender gesture. It felt like a feint and a vow at once.

Thebes was a long way from Athens. It was once ruminated as a metropolis of social intercourse and trade. But all of a sudden, after the conquest of Persia, orthodox people denied the rule of Alexander. They kicked over the traces and rose in arms against his lately adopted practices which were so unknown to them. They feared that he was doing some crime by changing cults and forsaking their so ancient religious values. Chaos reigned freely driving its wild horses among unruly mobs pillaging and slaughtering without restraint. Thebes wanted to become free from the shackles of the united empire of the young Macedonian prince. In this formidable ambiance, the three young people galloped toward

Ophia dared to ask. Queen Hyacinth’s hair changed colour, and Hale knew that he had to jump in. “The Great Library of The Vale of Ameran has millennia worth of information and knowledge on the different species and events through the times. However, with how delicate some of that information is, the library has been spelled to protect all that information. If it isn’t navigated properly, or the objects in it not handled in the right way, then the library could cave in on itself, taking with it all that information. Not even in Ameran does everyone have access to it. Only a select few people can go there, and you need to be trained before entry on how to handle everything.” “So, what you’re s

The locks hissed when he touched them. Old papers answered. Not because they wanted to. Because his blood had paid for obedience long ago. The cabinet unfolded in layers. Drawers slid outward. Hidden compartments unlocked. Black silk bundles drifted free from shelves carved before the Fall itself. Apollo stood over the table while fragments spilled across the white stone. Most were damaged. Fire-blackened. Torn. Incomplete. The oldest prophecies rarely survived intact. Too many kings feared them. Too many priests rewrote them. Too many wars consumed the libraries that housed them.

It came from the eastern dormitories. Without hesitation, we ran. Students flooded the hallways in panic. Smoke drifted through the corridors. "The library!" someone shouted. "It's burning!" My heart sank. The Ancient Library. The largest collection of magical history in the Four Kingdoms. Liam arrived seconds later. "No..." He rushed inside despite the flames. "Liam!" I shouted. "It's too dangerous!" "I have to save the archives!" Orion raised his hand. Golden light burst through the burning entrance, forming a protective barrier around Liam.

"And if some are dangerous, we deal with them after they become capable of choosing again." The Nameless woman looked between them. "You truly learned nothing from history." Silas shook his head. "We learned that people who believe they alone can decide who deserves to exist usually become the worst part of it." The books began to tremble. Luna pressed both her hands against the open pages. Fire spread across the shelves. It didn’t burn paper. It traveled through words. One shelf ignited, then another, until golden flames raced through the entire House. Outside, thousands of books opened simultaneously.

It did not give me one. I exhaled through my nose and turned towards the far side of the room where several books lay open beneath protective glass. Those books had not seen daylight in decades. Some were written before Shadowfen had proper borders, before modern supernatural classifications became law, and half the creatures mentioned in those pages were officially declared extinct. I had saved them after the war. Dax never knew and neither did Valerio. Asher probably would have burned them if he had known what they contained. I could not blame him.

That was simply blowing the matter out of proportion, did he think that just because he banned magic in his territory, it will vanish from the world? “ Fine, I get it …” she snapped flinging her arms as she glared at no one in particular. “ He might as well bring Lily to life by some sort of non-magic miracle then,” seriously, he burnt all the books in the library now where was she supposed to find a decent book with a counter curse for dark magic?