The Forest Guardians

44. The Library Chapter 3

Omen's POV

Images flitted quickly past us. It was like we were standing amidst a whirlwind of memories. Whose memory was it? It was hard to find out because it was just a collection of random memories.

At first, I thought it was the Creator's memories, but... many of these memories didn't include her in them. Hers was just one of the many. Many of these memories didn't seem to belong to a particular person.

They were stories of numerous people.

I glanced at Mike, who was standing beside me. He was just as mesmerized by the things before us. It didn't show in his expression, but somehow, his forest green eyes sparkled at the fantastic sight before us.

Then, a particular story caught my eye.

It was a story of us, still unraveling and continuing. The future was unknown in this story because it was still being told. Therefore, there were countless strings of the future extending from the main story. Some strings were ashen in colour, while others were brightly coloured. I stared at one string that was noticeably thicker than the others. Perhaps, this meant that we were likely to be heading down this future.

I was a bit tempted to touch it, but somehow, my gut told me against it. So, I turned my attention elsewhere. It wasn't a good idea to ignore my gut feelings because they have proven to save me from trouble.

"Did you notice something, Omen?" Mike suddenly spoke up.

I wasn't quite sure what he was referring to. Was it the fact that I discovered a story about us or...? His eyes were looking straight, and he pointed towards something in the distance. So, I followed his gaze.

It was a brilliant ball of light that I had to squint.

"It is Imagination." He answered my unspoken question. "Or, at least what I think it is."

"No... you're right. It is Imagination."

It has to be. With how several strings of light as thick as my body were stretching from the ball and feeding into countless stories, it would be hard to explain what the giant ball of light was.

"We can't change the past."

I suddenly exclaimed, understanding why we could meet Ravenna Cross of the past.

"It's... It's set in stone or... in writing. We are seeing this because... it can give us clues to the present and beat Dark Shadow. There must be a connection between Ravenna and Dark Shadow. Maybe... Just maybe, Dark Shadow is Zacharius Smith?"

Mike dropped his gaze onto the floor, his mind taken over by a string of thoughts.

"That's why everyone told us to look for the name "Zacharius Smith"." I continued. "There must be some turning point or a piece that let us get through to him."

He nodded slowly in agreement. As if agreeing with me, the phenomenon before using was gradually replaced by another scene.

This time, instead of interacting with the people, it seemed as though we were the spectators. The sensation of having a person pass through you was rather... interesting but, I felt like I wouldn't want to experience it again.

"Ravenna," Zacharius Smith grabbed her arms. "Why? Why would you do this?"

The scene before us was weird.

Instead of the intimate and close atmosphere between the two that we had witnessed before, Zacharius was now rather angry and sad. Even Ravenna was revealing a helpless expression.

"It had to be done. It was a decision... made to protect."

"Protect who? From what?" Zacharius let go of her arms. His expression was half horrified and half heartbroken. "You erased my memories of my past. Who are you protecting?"