A Declaration To The Feathered Imagination: Book 1

Chapter 8

Caelob looked at her in fear.

"I'm sorry, he said. "But I don't know how."

The librarian looked at him with beady eyes.

"I don't know who put you up to this young man but-"

"This is all my doing," interrupted Caelob. "I wanted to make an imaginary friend, because I wasn't getting along with my real friends."

The librarian listened in.

"Go on," she said.

"Last summer, we had a very bad argument. We all got caught in each others personal problems. I had a way of helping, and well my best friends did too but it was all too different, to the point it got into personal matters, and feelings.

"My dear I wouldn't be able to help with much on that subject other than trying to resolve with your kith, on the other hand you summoned an entity that is the definition of power but very mischief for someone your age to handle. At the same time you are of too old of an age to have been able to perform such an act, but even so I would advise you remove yourself from this figure you surround yourself with as quick as you can."

'That's exactly what the other woman said,' Caelob thought.

"So what do I do?"

"It has to satisfy the wish you want to have granted."

Caelob's face went blank.

"..ah."

"Only then will you be set free. Though considering this creature's history, I doubt it will grant the simplest wish just like that, even revealing itself to you will be that of a challenge."

"Well the thing is," he paused. "You see I haven't said my wish to it yet."

The librarian looked at him dumbfounded.

"Well you better make something up, or it's your well being on the line."

"Yes ma-am but does it have to be where I summoned it-"

She pointed a finger before him.

"But! Your wish must be real, and must be within your grasp. Not as simple as saying I wish for this, or I wish for that, if it chooses to grant such a wish, and fails to keep that grant, you will forever be tangled with bad company. It doesn't matter who, how, or where, it's better you just get it out of your hair, before it taints with your life."

Caelob walked away nodding slowly, concerned for his life.

"Grandma," the little girl said. "Are you sure that imaginary friend was bad?" She seemed very nice."

"A lot of people seem very nice." The librarian muttered back.

Outside the library, Caelob was in the hall, overthinking the situation. All he wanted was a friend to keep him company, instead he had unleashed an imp of unknown capabilities.

"Ugh god! I just wanted a friend, how hard is that? Damn it I knew this was a bad idea, getting an imaginary friend by doing all this voodoo crap."

Caelob looked into the distance as a thought rang out to him.

"How did I even get home anyways? Did that woman bring me there? Or was it the imaginary-"

A knock came from the outside the hallway glass.
Caelob's Newest best friend he met in high school, Evan. Caelob just did a silent wave as Evan entered the hallway.

"Hay Caelob," he said.

"Hay Evan," Caelob replied.

"You got a minute?"