《Making magic, Forging fame.》Standing up from slumber.
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I opened my eyes, the world was dim, out of focus and being pushed against the side of my face. My eyes stared across the inconveniently cold, hard stone floor. I place my hand against the ground in an attempt to push myself up; i succeed completing the hardest task ever completed in my memory and with the power of gravity to stop me floating away; I stand. The word focuses on becoming focused and reveals two things: firstly i was in a room filled with various items, each varying in shape, size, and quantities of dust. But all had aquired the appearance of degredation from the passinof time. And secondly there was two people approaching an arguement while aproaching me.
The first spoke with the hesitant rapidness that denoted unease: "...know what will happen when she finds out?"
"If she finds out. Nobody enters here, nobody checks here, nobody will miss what's here. I doubt anyone even cares what's in here." The second spoke with a nonchalant air.
"We don't know what's in..." His speach stops as he can see me and i stare back as i have nothing better to do. Any person would notice that the second person has a bright shining but cool looking flame dancing in his unburned hands.
Their surprise indicating that i am not meant to be here, there silence speaks the same for them.
Danger. I turn to flee, and run, and make it five steps before something wraps around my feet causing me to trip, and fall. The bindings continued to wrap around my body going from my toes to neck.
"Who are you?" with arrogant overtones, the calmer voice asks.
huh, strange i can't remember. "Don't know." i reply calmly like he lier that i currently am.
"How did you get in here?"
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How did i get here? Where is here? "Can't remember."
Whispering ensues. I Try to move and, with the wiggling fortitude of effort, manage to roll on to my back. The whispering stops.
"If you don't run i'll untie you." the first voice said.
"Sure." i stated. There was a pause then the rope was unwrapping around me. Allowing me to once more obtain the great success of standing up. I looked at them, both male, about fifteen, considerably taller than me, wearing satchels over their shoulders, both seemingly empty.
"Follow us." he said, i followed. They walked quickly.
"Where are we going?"
"To Her." The second spoke, as if it was a fate as grim as death.
We exited that room through giant wooden doors that stood silent and heavy, but opened just the same. Following this they lead me through a series of corridors, up four flights of stairs and two hallways before we finaly arrived at a plain door, and entered.
The room had a cylindrical shape and was warmly lit by a flickering light kept in translucent bottles hanging from the ceiling. It was furnished with several bookshelves around the walls, a few chairs, and a large oak desk. The two appeared restless in this room, as if the air burned their skin. "Sit here and wait for her to return."
I walked forward and sat on one of the vacant chairs. Then one of them passed me a dark leatherbound book and said: "Take this, we were never here." I looked at the book it felt heavier than it appeared, i looked up to question the reason for giving me the book but as i did, the door closed and I was alone.
I opened the book, it was filled with lines forming various stars, loops and circles on each page. the book contained no writing. I glanced through the entire book until the last page, the final circle in it's center was a single character that i couldn't read.
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That book made no sense. Were the circles meant to mean something? i flicked through the book looking for more characters or hints on what the purpose of the book was and found nothing else. I placed the book on the desk, and went to the bookshelves to pick another book, maybe one that i could read, mabe one that could tell me what that book was or why it was gift-worthy. I picked one, randomly from the shelves, one with words, and sat down to read.
As i opened the book, a small red crystal fell from the inside of the cover onto the floor, i picked it up absent-mindedly and placed it down on top of the circle book.
Suddenly, with a flash of light the crystal exploded, and i fell unconcious.
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