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Chapter 1: The Dark Library
Chapter I: The Dark Library
2 years ago
1282, 15th day of Lycanum, Vespers
"It's cold". I said as I was walking down an old abandoned street heading east by a nearby small mountain. It is there near the top of this mountain that my journey would end. The long trek from my home in the Khanduras mountains and the Aegis to the west and here at this old library in Westmarch.
The library is covered in vines and some trees. I could see some very talk and very old trees on the west side as I walked up to it. There was a rusty vine covered plaque in front of the library. You could barely make out what the first part said. But you could see something that read "The Dark Library". I knew I had come to the right place.
I came to this library so that it could help me find out some information. Maybe find out some information about my adopted father. Maybe find out why he was killed. Back home my girlfriend wrote me a letter of introduction and told me to go meet a
Prologue: The Caravan
Chronicles Of The Dark Library
20 years ago
From the Journal of Kristof Allen Williams
1264, 5th day of Kathon, Sext
I was very young back then. About 9 years old when I was riding in a caravan with my family. We were making our way to the rogue monastery that was recently freed from the demoness Andariel. Demons still roamed the countryside and we had guards protecting us as we trekked our way through the highlands of Khanduras.
I was riding in the front of a covered wagon with my father as he was driving the horses onward. Little did we know this drive would change my life forever.
A loud explosion is heard at the back end of the caravan with a huge flash of fire destroying the last wagon and all on board including my sister and Aunt. You could hear the loud mutterings of fallen imps as they rand forward along the caravan spooking horses as Fallen Shaman light the wagons on fire destroying them one by one. The Guards tried to fend th
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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