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Chronicles of the Dark Library

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    Chronicles of the Dark Library

    This is a story that started with a simple cool concept of having a fan fiction news post feel like it's own fan fiction. The world in this story has grown so big in my mind. It deserves to be written here too. This is a companion piece to the news posts. Please enjoy this fan fiction as much as I have been building it these past few months.

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    Chronicles Of the Dark Library


    Prologue

    20 years ago

    From the Journal of Kristof Allen Williams

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    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 Tamoe 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 I 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 them off but they were overwhelmed and slaughtered.


    My father stopped our wagon and got out to try and fend some of them off but all I could remember then was a blast of fire that knocked me out of the wagon and hitting some of the rocks along side of the road.


    When I came to nothing was left of the caravan but ash, the smell of burning flesh and myself. I could hear imps muttering gibberish to themselves as they looked as if they were searching for something. I tried to hide behind the large stone that I had hit my head on trying to avoid them so I could run for safety.


    But the concussion I had received made it almost impossible for me to move very far. I managed to step on a piece of broken wood making a loud snapping sound catching the imps attention and they started coming towards my area to investigate.


    Not even a few moments later the Imps find me and try to stab me with their crewed pointed sticks. When my vision became blurry I heard a faint whistle sound coming from the nearby woods. The next thing I see is a ball of magic that looked like a fireball wrapped in light and dark energies along with some red flames. The torrent of fury hit the imps instantly turning them to ash.


    Soon after what looked like a small regiment of solders came to the burning caravan and went after the demons. First killing the shaman and then killing most of the imps as they tried to run away. As I set there by the rock in shock a man walks up to me covered in a shroud decorated in 3 colors with magic runes dancing along the edge of the hood.


    The man was dressed in what I had thought at the time like a templar. A servant or paladin of the Zakarum. But I learned later he wasn’t. “Dear child are you all right?”, he asked as he kneeled down in front of me. “No sir; my entire family was in this caravan and I don’t know if anyone else survived.” A boy looking about my age walked up to the man. It was his son. “Father; there is no one else left alive.” The man stood back up and looked deep in thought. “I see; we need to take this boy to a safe place. I can think of no safer place than back at the order.”


    The man looks at me and holds out his hand wanting to help me stand up. “My name is Harold Williams, I am the Que-hegan of a secret order of Khaliminites who follow the will of the fallen Que-hegan of the Zakarum; Khalim. We can take you to a safe place. A place you can call your home for as long as you like. What is your name child.” I look at him and take his hand and slowly stand up. While wobbling a little, and trying to dust off my clothes I could only recall my first name. “Kristof.”


    Another solder came by and caught Harold’s attention. “Sir their bodies are so badly charred we must give them a dignified burial.” Harold nodded. “As we should. Go dig some graves over by the tree-line east of the road and we will give them one.”


    After the funeral we set out for the order’s secret location deep in the mountains of Khanduras. A trail that led just below the tree-line to a cave of a very tall cliff-faced mountain they dubbed the Aegis.


    (If only I knew then what I do now. I would change everything so that I would not experience the tragedy I would endure there…)

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    Re: Chronicles of the Dark Library

    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 Libraryâ€. 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 man named James Lourdes. He was the interim head librarian and curator of the library.


    As I walked up to this very old building I saw the architecture. It was very dark and very eerie. Like something bad had happened there in the past. I felt like there was a presence there for sure, but I couldn’t put my head around it to tell. The entrance had two very tall wooden doors. You could see metal plating slightly rusted helping hold the massive doors up. On the left door was a door knocker. A simple design. A ring attached to the door and a plate where the knocker would hit. On that plate and a circular design that looked like three pieces evenly spinning around the center leaving a triangular shape. It was too rusted so I couldn’t make out much more.


    I grabbed the door knocker and hit it a few times. I waited a few moments as the rain continued to pour down. I was starting to get soaked completely when a man opened the door. “Greetings Sir what brings you out this far out?â€, he said as he let me inside. While shivering a little and lower back my hood I said, “My name is Kristof Allen Williams. I am here to speak with the interim head librarian and curator James Lourdes. Is he busy at the moment?†The man paused for only a moment. “I believe not. Here grab a torch It’s going to be a very dark walk down the hallway to the central lobby. Also watch your step as you head down this way.â€


    The man went first as we went down the stone stairwell. There were only a dozen or so steps before we went to the main floor. From there we went past multitudes of bookshelves with thousands of books. Some new; some old; and some rotting to pieces. The area was poorly lit as there were not enough candles going. So the use of the torch was more useful here. When we got to the central area the pathway went right and to the open area of the central lobby. “Wait here at the top of the stairs sir I will go fetch Mr. Lourdes for you.†I thanked the man as he went down the small stone stairs to the lobby.


    The Central lobby was a very large and open place; very well lit too. From where I stood looking to the north I saw a rather large chair with a trophy of a demon skull setting above it as the top. It had some leather padding and some very ornate design work. At it’s left and right were tables with books stacked up, and near empty bookshelves also to the left and right of the tables with that chair at the center. Behind that chair is a small stairwell going a couple of flights up to a room. I had guessed it was the office.


    In the middle of the lobby were long tables; two rows of five each. On the outer edges of the tables were racks that you could place a torch and let it burn for a time, and be able to take it with you when you left. When I looked to the south I could see a couple of towering bookshelves with ladders leaning against them. In-between them near the ceiling is a slightly boarded up stain glass window that partially had the circle design like that of the door-knocker plate on the door. “This place is so huge.†I said to myself. “The chances of finding what I am looking for are probably really high.â€


    As I stood there however a cold brief gust of wind hit me from behind blowing out my torch. I looked around for a moment. “The door must not have been closed very good.†I laughed a little but was startled to hear a faint moaning sound. It sounded as if an old man were in agonizing pain. As quickly as the wind came and went so did the moaning sounds and all was silent again.


    A few moments pass by and I watch as the man talk with James; who was standing next to one of the tables by that massive chair looking over some old books. After a moment he left the lobby to the eastern wing and James came to greet me. James was a tall fellow. Wearing a dark brown leather vest with a white shirt underneath. He had black dress shoes on but they looked rather worn. He was also blond and had a goatee with a short beard. His pants also were the same color as his vest. He looked rather tired from his work that evening.


    “Greetings Mr. Williams; what can I do for you in this old run-down place?†I reach inside my cloak and pull out a letter from one of my front pockets. It was the letter of introduction written by my girlfriend. She knew the man from some of her travels outside of the order. I gave him the letter. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

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    Dear James,

    It has been a long time my friend. Recently my boyfriend’s father was murdered and I had thought of the library you worked at for so long. Maybe you can help us out. There are not to many leads. But we do know his father had a friend that worked there many years ago and maybe there was some information left behind in the annals of that huge place.

    Thank You,
    Raena Dee Kraft

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    James folded the letter and put it in his front pocket of his vest. “Well let’s see what I can do for you Mr. Williams.†He put his hand out and I put mine out and we shook hands. “Just call me Kris. No need for formalities.†James nodded and we went over to the table he was looking over some old books. If there was one thing I had a passion for it was completeness. I heard rumors that the old library was slowly being renovated but at a snail’s pace due to finances and lack of staff to help.
    I had a desire to help this place get more organized. While I looked around James went over to the large chair and grabbed a large map behind it. The map was very old and bound by some small rope.


    I pushed away some of the books while he laid the map down. He untied it and let it unfurl onto the table top. “Wow this place is larger that I thought.†I said in amazement over the large map. James smiled and laughed a little. “This is the full known layout of The Dark Library. It has a distinct ‘H’ shape to it at an angle so that it fits into the side of the mountain behind us. We are here.†James points at the center circular part of the library at the middle. This is the central lobby; also considered the oldest part of the library.†James moves his hand and points at the top left. “Here is the northwest wing. Most of the books there are old and have been forgotten. These wings on the west and east sides are newer but they house most of the lost books.â€


    “I just haven’t had the time to get to them. These wings also have two floors and a basement. One of these basement areas has a hole in it that leads into the mountain. The huge trees you saw outside; well their roots are so huge they have grown into the walls there and broken through. Many books that were there are considered lost forever due to the damage there. Most of the northern part of the northwest wing is partially covered in moss and other plant-life. You could check there later if you wish.â€


    I pause for a moment and look over the map and see so many places that have been marked off; or been added to the map. “I’ll check there later,†I said while taking my cloak off, and sat it down on the table behind me. “Let’s see about helping you with some of these books; I’d like to help get this place kind of fixed up. Maybe help light some of the corridors so we can find some more books. I saw some old books near the front that were literally falling apart by the wind that blew in when your assistant and I came down the stairs after closing the door.â€


    Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The library was so silent you could hear it echo in the lobby. James’ assistant ran out of the east wing of the lobby entrance; around the tables and up the west side to go answer the door. “My you two have been busy today; first you have me come in and now another.†James smiled a little, “We haven’t had this many knocks on the door in months.â€


    A few moments go by as we look over the map and talk about the library when we get interrupted by James’ assistant. “Mr. Lourdes there is a Mr. Littermann here to see you.†James got a concerned look on his face as he walked away from the map. “As in Paul Littermann; a close personal friend to King Justinian IV?†His assistant nodded, “Yes sir he wants to speak with you about the library.†James became surprised for a moment, “What are you waiting for; let him in. It is still raining out there you know!â€


    James turned around; came back to the table; rolled up the map, and put it behind the chair. In a hurry he grabbed some of the books that were on the table and sat them down on the table to the left of the chair. I grabbed the rest and placed them on the right table.


    A few moments later Paul Littermann walked into the west lobby entrance and came into the lobby as James went to greet him. He was a stout man. Not very tall mind you but not to short either. His hair was long and white. The way he was dressed you would have thought he was a noble-man. I was sure he was also a rich man. The quality of his clothes made mine look like a poor mans rags. I didn’t know too much about him other than that. But if he was here it could be either good or ill for this old library. If the place would be shut down I could lose one of the best sources of information I know. I doubt the libraries in Caldeum would even help me.

    - - - -


    After a few hours of James and Paul meeting about the library’s future I grew worried. I wanted to get my information done and finished; but I also didn’t want to see this place fall a part and get shut down. From what I gathered from the meeting. The previous Head librarian and Curator was killed a few months back, and James had taken over so that the place would not fall to ruin too fast.


    But that was not helping the flow of money coming in from people checking out books and the amount of people coming in to visit stopped completely over a month ago. The library was in dire straits, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I wanted to get this place back to whatever former glory it had.


    “Well that’s about it then James. The Library is done in my view. I’m sorry that all of your hard work to keep things afloat after the last curator; John Willkinsen died. He was very diligent in his work.†James nodded and had a somber yet sad look on his face. “He was a good friend too; to you, Elena, and me for sure.†As I sat there I began to gnash my teeth a little and got more and more annoyed and angry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore so I stood up quickly and slammed my hand on the table. “Let me take over then. I want to see this place back to whatever former glory it had. This place has a wealth of so much information. I don’t want to see it lost. It had so much history from what I can tell. I don’t want it to fade from existence.â€


    James and Paul look up at me in a little bit of shock. Paul looks over at James, “Who is this young man James?†James shrugs, “All I know about him is he knows my dear friend Raena.†Paul gets a surprised look on his face, “Oh you mean Mrs. Kraft? Well then I say let’s hear him out then.†James nods, “He came in the library before you did. Apparently his father was killed. So Raena thought that we might have some information for him. Other than that I have not much more I know about him.â€


    Paul looked up at me as we shook hands. “What is your name my young friend.†I sat down and took a deep breath. “My name is Kristof Allen Williams. I came here to this library to look for some information.†Paul nodded, “Yes James told me about it. Why were you so annoyed just now?†I sat there quietly for a moment. “I cannot set here idle by and watch this amazing place be shut down Sir. There is some information I need, yes; but I am sure there are others in this world who would be in a similar situation with me. Maybe not having their parent murdered, but needing some lost knowledge hidden in one of the wings in this great library.â€


    I pause for a moment and look at James. “If it is alright with you James; I would like to take over your place as Curator and Head Librarian. I want to help you get this place in order. I want to give it some more life.†James nods, “I’m fine with that. I only took the job to keep the place from going completely to nothing. If you want to take over my post then that is fine. Be aware though that we use to get guests here in the lobby weekly at one point. I shared with them some of the newest books me and my assistant found during the week. As well as some new stories that were sent to us from various scribes and authors throughout the kingdom."


    I pause for a moment and look at Paul. “Mr. Littermann what is the full name of the Dark Library? I couldn’t tell on the plaque outside other than some hastily carved writing say ‘The Dark Library’.†Paul laughed aloud for a few moments. “Ah that name was just an alias for the place. This library really didn’t have much of a name save for that. My dear friend King Justinian hated that this place was so run down and that it started to become a blemish to the city of Westmarch.â€


    “How about this Sir; if James and I with the help of a few more people get this library into tip top shape and get it into good working order would you think the King would like to have the library named after him?†Paul looked shocked for a moment. “If you think you could do so I am sure he would. But this place needs to be in the best shape it has been in years. I mean look at the stain glass window up there. It’s partially been boarded up. If that isn’t a sign of the age of this old place I don’t know what is.â€


    I sat there in thought for a moment and had a name for the library. “How about this Mr. Littermann; ‘The Justinian IV Library of Lore and Lost Antiquity’.†Paul adjusted himself in the chair he was sitting in and leaned forward to me. “That has a nice ring to it my friend. How long do you think it could take you to get this place in good enough shape that a King could but his name on it?†I smiled and looked at James. Hey James what would you think? Maybe in a year we could get this place all fixed up?†Paul turned and looked at James. “I think that could be done if we had some help. Maybe a team of renovators to help stabilize some of the rotting walls. On the north-eastern wing we have the top floor partially collapsed due to the wood rotting.â€


    “A year you say? You think you could even do that sooner?†Paul asked being concerned with the time. “I think we mightâ€, I replied; “If things don’t go to bad with the renovations of northeastern wing and maybe the front entrance to the library. The first thing I want to fix up is that stain-glass window up there above the lobby. Who knows when that will come crashing down.†Paul pauses for a moment and ponders things.


    “Well if you two think you could do it; you have my support. I know Mr. Lourdes can do this, but you Mr. Williams. I am placing a gamble on you. I don’t know you very well but I can tell your enthusiasm for this place. You haven’t even been here but a few hours and you show as much care for this place as the previous curator did. He would be proud. So be it I appoint you the next Curator and head librarian of this ‘Dark Library’, and I am sure James won’t have a problem with being your first assistant. Now James where did your assistant go?†James looked around and saw a note on the desk beside him. “I don’t know; what is this note here?†James looks over the note briefly. “Looks like my assistant had decided to resign after hearing that you wanted to shut down this library.†James said with a slight sigh as Paul moved forward in his chair for a moment.


    “Well the stage is set then my friends. I will go let King Justinian know all that has transpired here tonight. Don’t disappoint me my friends. I wouldn’t want the wrath of the King brought down upon you if this place should not be ready. I could only imagine what could happen to the library let alone your necks!†Paul began to laugh aloud for a few moments. “Not that the King would really do that to you anyway.â€


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    (It was there that my life at the library would begin and maybe some of my answers about my father would be answered... or so I thought.)
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    HK, this is good story. You have included several elements from the "Diablo Universe" and they tie nicely into the action and introduction of characters.
    I feel like you missed a good opportunity to draw in your readers in the prologue with the death of your main character's sister and aunt. It was mentioned that they died in the attack but the affect of their loss on Kristof was not detailed. Just my 2 cents...
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    ...also, why did the imps attack the rear wagon? Why not attack the first wagon and halt the progress of all wagons? Were his sister and aunt the reason for the attack? How were they important? :-D ! Sorry...rambling now...
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    Thanks Silver. I really didn't think about that honestly. He hit his head towards the end if that prologue. So he wouldn't remember who he was until many years later. I do plan to improve the prologue again at some point now that my time with the story is more freed up.

    Now that this was brought up I think I could so improve my character once he remembers who he fully is and what he lost as a young child. I really do appreciate the comments.

    HK
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    II
    The Aegis


    20 years ago
    From the Journal of Kristof Williams


    1264, 7th day of Kathon, Lauds


    After a two day trek with the group of soldiers led by their Que-hegan R. Harold Williams. We reached the base of a tall mountain in the Khanduras mountains. A mountain that was mostly a sheer cliff that was hundreds if not thousands of feet tall. At it’s base which was from the south below the tree line was a cave that we entered.


    The whole mountain was surrounded by a protective barrier making it untraceable by outside sources. When we came inside the cave the light dimmed to a nice orange and brown tint from magic enhanced torches. It felt warm and peaceful. As we went through this cave it weaved left and then right a few times before it went strait to a large opening.


    What I saw then put me at awe. Stone pillars on the east and west side with the orange and brown torches lit behind them. A long hallway that we walked on and a ceiling that was over a hundred feet or more high above us. In the distance I saw a chapel setting upon the top of a temple that reminded me of the ones from Travincal in the east. The chapel felt familiar like it was of similar design from the one I remember in Tristram. The ceiling where this chapel stood which stood hundred of feet high angled at a slight incline and went above the church. At the northeast, northwest, southwest and southeast sides of the central structure tall pillars helped hold the tall ceiling up. At the top of the chapel you could see a white glow shining so bright that it illuminated the center of the complex.


    As we walked towards this huge central structure I saw many people walking around talking, and some teaching the magics that they knew. Others were showing off, and some fighting amongst themselves as guards ran in to stop them. This place looked like a small community sheltered under this mountain. When we got to the base I saw stairs going up to the center from the temple base; coming from the other wings.


    As I stood there Harold walked to me as I was still awe-struck by the complex. “Welcome to the Aegis. The shield for the order and home to us. Sealed off from the outside world. No demon could enter here while the barrier was up.†he said as he looked at me while I was looking around. I looked to the east and the west and saw the light from torches looking rather odd. “Whats going on with the weird lighting of the torches?†I asked curious; since this wasn’t a normal thing to be seen. Harold looked at the wings and looked back and smiled. “Each wing’s torches are enhanced by their designated areas.


    The west side is the Voidweaver; a magic that represents Wrath of the Void. It also represented the brain of the Incorruptible One. A brain that remembered all of the atrocities that had been done to him. To the east is the Wrathweaver; a magic that represented the Wrath of the Human Spirit. It also represented the heart of the Incorruptible One. A heart that had a great love for his people and the land around him. To the north which you cannot see due to the central chapel is the Divineweaver; a magic that represents the Wrath of the Divine Light. This light also represented the right eye of the Incorruptible One. An eye that saw the path to the right and just in this world.â€


    I looked up at Harold with a curious look and asked, “What is the Incorruptible One?†He smiled and looked up as if to the heavens. “He was the one that stood up to the corruption that happened in Kurast many years ago. He was also a close friend whom I had the utmost respect for. This man was called Khalim; Que-hegan of the High Council in the central city of Travincal in Kurast. He endured great pains as the order fell to Mephisto’s corruption. Khalim’s successor; Sankekur called for the dismemberment of his body after he was killed.†He paused for a moment as the thoughts saddened the man. He cleared his throat and continued. “I was told recently that one of his eyes, his brain, and heart were all that had survived.â€


    “Due to that knowledge the three magics became the embodiment of these parts of him. Many here at the order considered him the emissary to the light. So they pray to him asking for help with various needs. As such we are followers of this great man and call ourselves the Khaliminites. Others who know of the order call us The Untainted.†I look puzzled as he said that word untainted. Curious I asked, “What do they mean by Untainted?â€.


    Harold nodded, “I think it has much to do with the fact that we can control the power of the cold dark void and not be corrupted by its influences. The same going for the passion and anger that comes from the wrath magic as well. If anyone here became influenced by any of these magics for ill will and harm. They would be thrown out and threatened with death should they reveal anything of the order.†He paused for a moment and then started to walk up the stairs waving his right hand to follow. “Come Kris let’s go to the chapel and talk more there.†I nodded and started to run up the stairs with Harold’s son to too far behind. He walked slowly looking down with clenched fists.


    In a growing fit of anger he looked up at his father and yelled. “Why did you bring him with us? He is an outsider; we have never taken in anyone from the outside. They usually come to us.†I stop in shock as Harold paused and turned around looking at his son. His face was very stern and very serious. You could almost feel the heat from the fire in his brown eyes as he walked down to his son.


    Harold walked up to his son and was half an arms length from him as he looked at him. Then spoke with a tone I had not experienced before. “How dare you say that. This boy had lost all of his family when we came. Just imagine how it could have been if we weren’t there. His life would have been over; painfully I might add by those demons.†He voice got louder as his frustration grew. Despite that his son defiantly fired back. “He will be the doom of us all one day; Father mark my words...†Suddenly the ground began to rumble under my feet as I saw Harold become increasingly angry.


    Out of the blue another member of the group walked up to him and patted Harold on the shoulder. “Give the boy some space sir. It was a rough journey back here as we added one more person to the group. We’re all tired and worn out.†That man was James Kraft; a lieutenant from the order’s policing force. A child ran up to the man as he walked away from Harold. The child was his daughter and she anxious to greet him after the trek.


    “Ah Raena; I hope things were well while I was gone.†James said as his daughter Raena jumped into his arms. He lifted her up and gave her a hug as she looked over at me. She was a year younger than me. She had long fiery red hair and deep green eyes. “He’s a friend from the outside. Que-hegan Williams brought him in after he was injured and had no where to go.†James said as he sat her down. She looked back at me with a glare and then back to her father, “An outsider daddy? I thought outsiders were bad.†James laughed and looked ah his daughter eye to eye. “Usually they are, but not this one. He has nothing left nor a place to stay. So we brought him here for now.†She smiled at him as he stood up and looked at Harold.


    “I’m going back to my family’s quarters sir. Try not to kill your son.†He laughed as he waved and walked off holding his daughters hand as she skipped along side him. Harold looked at his son with a glare. “We will continue this discussion inside. Go!†Harold said with a stern tone. His son walked on ahead glaring at me as he passed by. I started to get the feeling that my presence there wasn’t a welcoming one.


    Harold walked up to me and knelt down in front of me placing his hand on my right shoulder and looked at me. “Don’t get discouraged by these people. We rarely get an outsider that was brought in out of the blue. I couldn’t leave you behind. You had nothing left and the thought ran into my head if I left you there after the funeral; you would have surely been killed by something. Don’t let these people bother you. This will be your home for now, They will grow to accept you I am sure of it. Come with me Kris, and let’s get you to your new home in the central chapel.â€


    (Back then was a hard time for me. It took me many years to gain the trust of the people of the order. Many hard times and Harold’s son’s disdain for me only grew with the passing years. Only when I enrolled in the Wrathweaver school of magic did people begin to accept me as one of their own.)
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    III
    The Dreamscape


    One Year Ago
    From the Dream Journal of Kristof Williams; Entry #002


    1283, 2nd Day of Montath, Lauds


    One night I saw glimpses of people all who felt familiar but I could not remember their names except one; Abigail. I didn’t know why I remembered just her name, but it had a familiarity to it that felt close and personal...


    My memory painted the area as if at an encampment. The caravan was getting ready to continue on and we needed supplies. I could make out their voices, but their faces were all blurry except for Abby’s.


    We had finished loading up the supplies when Abby came up to me. “Are you ready for this Kris? It’s going to be a long trip. Hope you don’t get too bored!” I had my back to her at the time while I was tying down the last of the supplies. From what I could remember from the dream Abby had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was a little younger than me and was shorter than me because I had to look down at her slightly.


    I finished up what I was doing and turned around from the wagon and looked at her with a grin. “At least I’m not at the back of the caravan. I’ll be up at the front with Father.” She got a little frustrated and started to storm off, “Have to watch your back somehow. Who knows what may come and beat you up next!” It also seemed I was a weakling back then. Like I couldn’t rely on myself and needed help from others. That may have explained how things were back at the order when I first went there.


    A voice yelled out my name. “Kris get up here or I will leave you behind!” It was a man’s voice. “Coming!” I said as I started running towards the front of the Caravan. As I was running I was stopped by a woman covered in a dark purple cloak. I could not see her eyes but I could see her from the nose down. She spoke with a slightly rugged voice. “Wait boy there is something I need to tell you before you leave.” I looked at her with skepticism but listened.


    “The Great Eye sees your future. It sees that you will become a great man. One who will overcome great personal and physical pain. You will endure a hatred for someone and will resolve this in time.” I looked at her and laughed and thought she was a crazy old crone. I turned and ran off and as I ran she spoke once more. “May the Great Eye watch over you young one… you’ll need it.”


    And then I woke up. I don’t know why I am remembering this now but I write this down in this Dreamscape so that one day all of this comes together in time.
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    IV
    The Visitation


    Nine Months Ago


    1283, 14th Day of Ostara, Three Hours Past Sext;


    “Everything is ready Mr. Lourdes.†A man said to James as he left the lobby. It was over a year ago that I stepped in to take over for James as Curator of the Dark Library. We made great strides to get this place ready for the King and Westmarch.


    The library was renovated in many places across the main floor. The entrance to the library had new doorknockers added that showed the likeness of King Justinian’s reign.


    The Books on the main floor towards the front were also better organized by subject and all old books were restored or attempted to be reprinted. We also had a few very ancient books that sadly become nothing more than dust. The lighting was also improved with better placement of chandeliers and candles on the walls and walkways.


    In the central lobby the long broken and partially boarded up stain-glass window was replaced with the same symbol as the front doorknockers. The upper levels of the North wing was also condemned for now as repairs on that area were too dangerous for the renovation teams at the current time.


    The main wing’s lower floor was closed off due to instability, and there was a rather large hole in the northwestern side. The hole looked like it was caused by time and the huge trees nearby had their roots growing into the walls.


    Last but not least the main wing’s upper floor was intact but un-organized. Lighting there is poor and it is very dark. A member of one of the many renovation teams told me once that there were more cobwebs than books up there, but a pathway to the books was cleared. So people can go up there but must have a member of the staff to go with them. Other than these few problems; the library was relatively ready to be opened to the public.


    There was a knock on my office door. “Come in.†I said as I was setting down at my desk looking over paperwork. It was James, “Afternoon Kris; I had just gotten word that the library was stable and ready for the public.†he said has he closed the door and walked over to set down at one of the two chairs in front of my desk.


    “Hard to believe its been over a year since we started to get this place up to shape after Paul left.†I said with a smile recollecting my conversation with Paul Litterman about taking over the library. “Indeed,†James replied with a smirk on his face. “It wasn’t an easy job either you know!â€


    I looked at him and laughed for a moment. “Do you remember seven months ago that one team that went into the lower main wing. They thought they had heard a ghost and one guy even thought he saw it.†James nodded, “Didn’t they all quit that day and ran off?†I nodded in agreement.


    But what James didn’t know; was that I had encountered this ghostly entity when I first came to the library. At first then I thought the door was opened and the wind had knocked out my torch. I learned later that night that the front door was closed and locked. So I knew something was amiss in the library.


    Suddenly there was another knock at my door. James and I looked at each other and wondered who else would be at the door. “I’ll grab the door,†James said as he got up out of the chair and walked over. When he opened the door all James and I could see was a hood covered figure standing in the doorway. I looked in shock and asked, “Who are you? What do you want in this library. There are people who could assist you in the central lobby main floor.â€


    The man took a step foreword and pulled back his hood. James recognized his face and knew before I would since I had never seen the man before. As I stood up from my chair; James kneeled down and lowered his head. “My King why are you here in this old library of all places?†The man was Justinian IV; King of Westmarch.


    When I had realized who it was I too kneeled. “Sorry sire I didn’t know it was you. I hadn’t seen your face before until now.†The king rose his right hand. “Rise friends I came to talk to you about the library in private. Paul told me about everything and that this place could take a couple years to be ready. Yet you had it ready for the public in record time.â€


    I looked at the King for a moment remembering that I had suggested to Paul about the library being renovated and see if the king would want his name on it. The King came over and sat down at the right chair in front of my desk. “Please have a seat James; so I may have a word with you and Kris.â€


    James quietly closed the door and locked it and then came over sat down in the left chair in front of my desk next to the king. I had already sat down and was deep in thought. Not in my wildest dreams had I expected the King to meet us in person and so discreetly either.


    The King looked at me and turned and looked at James. “Sorry for being so secretive today. Let’s just say things we’re a bit messy up until now and I wanted to keep my presence minimal at best for now.†King Justinian sighed as he leaned back in that rickety chair. “You both put forth so much effort to restore this once great library. Though it would not compare to those of the great libraries from Xiansai to the northeast and Caldeum in the far eastern desert lands of Kehjistan.â€


    Though the library has a dark past; I know you two will help restore it to what it once was many decades ago. Kris I know the name you gave to Paul that night. He told me about it that following afternoon. I had people constantly check on the progress of the Library over time.†The King smiled for a moment, “I would be proud to put my name on it; The Justinian IV Library of Lore and Lost antiquity. That name you suggested has a nice ring to it. Though people will always call it by its nickname. ‘The Dark Library’.â€

    - - - -

    Later that night after the meeting with King Justinian; I had decided to go to the lower main wing’s damaged lower levels. I wanted to see if there were any books about my father and the order. And if not maybe some hint as to who the last curator was and why he vanished. James never told me much so I’ll have to find out for myself.


    (The encounter I would have down there would change my life forever as Curator.)
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    Looking great so far. Enjoyed the read. Ready to read about the encounter in the lower levels now.
    (i usually don't read fan fiction)
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    Thank you Davi. Glad you enjoyed it. I'll have some new chapters soon just been busy here at home lately.

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