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31| The Ugly Truth

If someone would've told to me that I'd be spending my weeknight with Gideon in some underground library this morning, I wouldn't believe them. And if they went on to say that at the same time Monica and Clyde were off doing God knows what at the sorority house, I'd only laugh in their face. Gideon was the last person I thought I'd be tied up with for the night, but I'd have never thought in a million years that Monica would be okay with being alone with Clyde. She had made it so clear before all this madness in my life that she couldn't stand him.

"You check rows in the front," Gideon ordered, "and I'll check the back rows."

"What title am I looking for?"

"Anything about reincarnation, particular books with 'Dark Years' as the title. That's what that point in history is remembered as. Most of these books are awfully old, so the title won't be written on the spine. You'll have to open it up and read the first page. If it's written in a language that's not English, I'd say ignore it."

I sighed, already knowing the tiring work I'd have to do. "This is going to take forever."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to know the true story."

"Yeah." I nodded, going to the first shelf. "But I thought you'd know the entire story from memory."

"I know a lot of it, but I think it would be better if I fact check my knowledge first before I tell you everything I know."

He had a good point. It would be better if I learned this through the many books they had written about it and not just take someone's word for what really happened. I had trusted Clyde that he'd tell me nothing but the truth. Now I wasn't sure if he had told me the truth at all, or at least not all of it.

Running my finger against the spine of the book, I moved to pulled it out and flipped to the first page. How to Receive Your Powers the Easy Way was written in thick swirling black letters. Hmm, this could be useful. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to open that part of me up yet. My life was already hard as it was, I didn't need powers right now--it would only complicate things. Besides, the moment I got my powers I couldn't ignore training any more. I had to let Monica drag me for practice to hone my skills and sharpen my knowledge on this world I've been unfortunately thrown into.

Then again, in a way, I was opening up a different part of me now. Right now. I was in this library with Gideon, seeking the truth. How did I know that I'd be ready for whatever information that held? No one was really truly prepared for the truth. Lies were pretty and easy to the ears. The truth was ugly and hurtful to whoever it reached. Maybe that was why I thought life was so much better than all of this. Because life was so much prettier with its lies wrapped around my day that the truth didn't seem like a better option.

Shaking my head of all of my thoughts, I focused back on my task. I needed to find as much information I could get my hands on. I placed the book I had retrieved to the side and went back to work.

...

"I think I found something!" Gideon shouted from the far end of the library. Twenty minutes had passed, and in that time, we had collected countless first hand journal entries from people who knew the firs couple. Each entry different from the next, clearly written by different people at different points in history.

Letting out a sigh, I hoped that this wasn't another journal about the couple. I made my way to where he was and looked over his shoulder, eyeing the shelf before him.

"What did you find?"

"This," he announced, lifting up a massive book bound by aged brown leather. He went to the middle of the book and started reading out of it. I tried to read with him on the pages, but the language wasn't English.