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⧫ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁 ⧫
" we seriously need to find that book "
" come on the seer showed you the history prior right? "
" ... "
" Chenle please tell me you actually paid attention?! "
" look I did okay?! But uhh hmm I don't remember every exact words since uhm I was kinda distracted... "
" distracted with what?! "
" well maybe by the fact that I saw my dead grandfather walking and talking amongst the living?! "
" ahh fair point but still- "
The two didn't waste in no time, as they dashed through the whole idiom to get to the main and heart area of their home. Excusing their behavior and even giving muttered apologies to the creatures they had bumped into on their way to the location. Finally reaching the portal, they glanced at one another for confirmation as they both jumped right into it.
With their eyes quickly fluttering opening, Jisung ran towards the middle where the crystals that gleamed and the tree that stood proudly shone - Chenle on the other hand used one of his circular water that was wrapped around his wings as a platform to travel on much more higher pace, gesturing to Jisung to ride it along with him once he had gotten near the tree which the younger complied.
Holding onto it's sides they descended down, quickly hoping off. Walking straight towards the entrance of the magical plant, the door swung open as they strode right in, the oldest librarian looked at the questioning at their sudden and abrupt entry which Jisung sheepishly smiled as an apology. Chenle didn't mind at all as he grabbed the other's wrist and dragged him till the farthest part of the place.
The whole heart was all it's history, the pages of each and every book inside this tree were all written by the creatures themselves, it was all from real events that had happened in the idiom for centuries, from the oldest generations till it's newest. There was a creature within these walls that made all of it - that kept track of every book and it's details. However you would never see them leave the very top of the tree as they always were engrossed in writing not messing around.
Chenle knew this place like the back of his hand - since the earliest days of his life he had spent it in here, eery other kid might find it quite boring but never Zhong Chenle, his mother was always leaving him in pieces of their true history every night as fairytales till one day he had his freedom to travel in the idiom this is the very first place he would go to; to him every piece of information you could learn in here is like an unpredictable story. There was no end, even if there was a beginning.
