Behind the door was an enormous room lined with bookshelves. In the centre of the room was a little pedestal with a Single book on it. Emily slowly creeped towards the centre of the room towards the book. Emily reached for the book and looked at it with a grimacing look. "This book has no title" said Emily looking more puzzled about the book rather than the room she was in. Emily quickly turned and darted for the door. When Emily arrived at the counter she waited for the librarian.
Emily waited quite a while before she realised, the library was gone no books no shelves, windows or doors. Emily was really confused why there was a counter here but no building to house it. This was one of many thoughts she held. Emily scurried home as fast as she could clutching the book tightly she ran so fast she arrived home quickly. As she entered her home she shut the front door with such force her Father came running through to see what all the ruckus was. "Emily? What's the matter why do you look so white?" Said the father as he ran to embrace her. "The old library just disappeared, just puffed into thin air" replied Emily still trying to catch her breath. The farther looked puzzled. "Library? What library? This village hasn't had a library in years". Emily, dazed by this told her father "But it sits by the hill with the old oak tree." The father laughed and discouraged her notion. "How about I fix you up some suppa' aye?" She sighed softly then nodded.
Later that evening Emily was in her room. Emily looked at the book puzzled by the lackluster of a title, picked it up and gazed over. Emily noticed a little lock on the side holding the book tightly shut. Emily tried to open it but to no avail. Emily remembered the key the librarian gave her. Emily searched her pockets and pulled out the little silver key. Emily unfastend the lock. She placed the book on her desk which sat by her window. As she opened the pages of the book a slight light bloomed into her room before dimming. Emily looked quickly at the book to see if there was a title.
Written on the book in elegent hand writing was 'This book belong to Emily Camomile' Emily was baffled as this was her name. Emily skimmed the page to see what else was written, and in the corner of the book in little text read 'the little book' Emily didn't know what this meant as the book was quite large. A cold chill started to encumber Emily.
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Fantasyas one page ends, a new page begins. follow the life of the only bookworm in the village of hemly who reads a new untitled story, where each page tells a new story.
