Warriors

Chapter 14

The sheer size of the book was terrifying. He really wanted to cry and let his tears make the ink leak so he wouldn't have to read it. The book may be big it was the enormity that would give him enough tears to destroy the bloody thing.

He knew he could flick past the first few thousand years, women weren't allowed positions of power back then. And he could flick past the other few thousands of years because beards were illegal for some complicated historical reasons. Mystacor sorcerers are...different from the rest of Etheria. That meant only around a hundred and fifty years of records to read. It wasn't tooo bad.

After a decade of history he was practically falling asleep on the desk. Could he somehow get in contact with Double Trouble? Maybe Micah could do some sorcery for him... He really wished he'd brought them with him but at the same time, there was a good reason for it. Peekablue could only hope that Catra wouldn't claw their throat out.

He kept flicking through endless records of petty crimes, annual events, magical anomalies and so much more. Just as he was about to slam the book shut a photo caught his eye. A woman with severe, commanding eyes and silver hair stretched back into an impossibly neat bun. She was just a picture on the page but somehow still made him feel like a scolded schoolboy. This woman was hard as nails, part of him felt unbelievably relieved that she wasn't alive.

Head Sorcerer Adira, he'd read about her. She had claimed the spot as Head Sorcerer and no one dared oppose her despite the fact she was a woman. She established the beginning of gender equality in Mystacor. A true force to be reckoned with. Adira was known for her terrifying allure and the way she made everyone tremble at her feet. Peekablue carefully kept scanning through her section, he made sure to thoroughly read every paragraph, he couldn't miss anything.

'Cause of death: murdered by a woman who was angry the murderer of her only son was never caught. Scholars often debate whether Head Sorcerer had the power to capture the criminal or not.' Yes. He got it. It sounded too similar to what he had seen in the vision for it not to be it. He flicked to the next page...another chapter. His brows furrowed in confusion. He started frantically flicking through, trying desperately to find more. But no. That was it. A brief mention of him at the end. Not even a name.

Peekablue wordlessly left the book open on the only clue that led him to nowhere. He drowsily looked out the window. It was already dark, the inky sky was scattered in twinkling stars. The only light was the soft rays of moonlight and steadily dying candle whose little spurts of flame were slowly diminishing. He lay his head on the desk. He was tired. Tired of dead ends. Tired of constantly being in the dark even though he was meant to be the most powerful seer in the universe. Tired of not ever having peace. It was all so stressful. He let his worries seep out his mind as he rapidly fell into a satisfying rest.