Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32: Book

Samantha

"Remember the book! Dream! Imagine! Focus!" screeched the old man.
I was beginning to grow impatient. I was tired, hungry, and anxious, and this old wizard was wasting my time.
"Hey! Stop thinking and focus!" The grouchy old man yelled at me.

"Fine." I replied, regretting everything I had done up to this point.

I found him in a library, reading two books at one time. He was dressed like a truck driver, with one leg crossed over the other. He had both books open and propped up against his leg. It didn't look like he was reading them. In fact, he seemed asleep.

"It's impolite to stare at people. If you're going to say something say it now, or get away from me."
I didn't mind his snarky attitude because I desperately needed help, and he was the first mage I had sensed in the area. The first one that was living, at least.

"I've come to relearn magic, and become a better mage. There's things that have happened because of my family, and I have to stop it before it gets worse."

He closed the first book but kept it on his leg.
"I didn't ask you all that."
He still hadn't looked at me.
"Will you teach me?" I asked.
He closed the second book and picked it up.
For a quick second, I was actually hopeful.
Then he threw it on the floor.

"Pick that up."
I gawked at him.
"What?"
"I said pick that up. Your training begins now."

I wasn't sure if I should've been happy he accepted me or mad he just told me to fetch.

I decided to let it go and started to walk over to the book. The moment I took a step forward, the whole library rumbled. I looked around, bewildered.

"What's that?"
I turned to look at him, and his clothes had changed. He was wearing a nice black suit, with a red shirt instead of a white one underneath, black and red striped tie.
"That, is the book. You have sixty seconds to pick up the book and read the first page. While you do this, several things in this library will levitate and come after you. If you are capable of learning magic, you will finish the page right before they attack you, and you will know enough magic to prevent it from happening. If not, You will literally get stoned by non-fiction books."

"Was it like this when you first learned?" I asked.
"No. My father sat me on the countertop in the kitchen. I was attacked by knives."
"Ouch."

He smiled. "I beat the time, obviously. I'd be dead if I didn't. Death is still a possibility for you too, so don't take this lightly just because it's books."
I nodded. "I understand."

I took more steps forward and the rumbling got louder, but nothing attacked yet.
I got closer to the book, and dropped down.
The book wasn't very impressive. It was kind of small, and completely gray, with black words on the top and little red designs all over. When I picked it up, I got all warm inside, and instantly felt happy for no reason. Waves of different colors floated Sund my face like the aurora borealis, and it took me a second to realize the mage was screaming at me.

"IDIOT! Open it! Read it! Now!"
The lights shut off and glass broke everywhere. I don't work well under pressure. That's part of the reason I hid inside Allen when those fake guards showed up at the hotel. didn't have time to think fast. I barely opened up the book when I could feel the wind from all the books rushing at me. I couldn't help it. I gave up, threw my hands up to shield myself​, and screamed.