Figment Reborn

Chapter 8 The Scholar's Paradise

We all looked at each other in wonder.

We all looked at the door.

It was opened. Too dark to see. "We need a light," Niall said. His fingers sliding gracefully across the shelves, looking for matches. Liam clicked his tongue and flung his hand onto the shelf and into a jar. After two seconds he pulled a small matchbox out.

"You people need to look harder," He look a match out and swipped it across the box to create a small flame that produced little light. Liam held it between his fingers dantily.

"Where do you want me to put it?" He asked. But just before he could stick the match out in front of himself Louis snapped it out of his hand.

"You are going to get us all killed one day," Zayn said, "Honestly, Liam."

Louis took the match out and put it in front of the group. Small room with a dirt floor and a torch was set on each wall. Firrelol took the match.

He went around the room and set the match at the base of each torch. They were all on holders and could be moved around. Firrelol didn't put the match at the top, he put it at the base of the handle. There were soon small flames at he top of the torch.

Firrelol went around and did a similar procedure to the other three lamps. "Why don't they light from the tops?" Niall asked.

"These are lamps of the elves. They have a small ignition at the handle. They are meant to trick other people into wasting all their matches on trying to light one by the top," Firrelol said looking satisfied with himself.

In the room there were more shelves. These shelves were filled with books. Other shelves had ancient medicines and potions.

 "This is a Fecimuofi," Jane said. Her eyes glowed a sharp green in the low light. "The word for an elven safehouse. But, not just for people. There is a whole underground system here of books, art, medicine, and other technology or anything that our government has tried to take away from them," There were chests and chests lined against the walls. Each with patterns and symbols along the sides.

"So this is a sanctuary of their culture?" Niall asked.

"Exactly," Firrelol said. His eyes light up at everything in the room. he was truly in a scholar's paradise. His hands were immeadiatly running their fingers along the spines of the biggest books and the small ones, too.

"Is this like what you had at the castle?" I asked Everybody else was looking at their own concept. I on the other hand, was too interested of what this man was doing.

"Not even close. I wish I had this kind of luxery at my own home. What would I kill if I could have this, to any extent at our castle."

"You seem very at home here," I told him. I hada never seen him happier than he was at that moment. Exploring more and more each second.

He pulled out one of the books. Firrelol ran his fingers over the velvet bound book, its lettering was a gold leaf. "This is latin," I said.

"That is just how old it is, you see. When the revolution started between us and the Elves, they had to create a whole new language. The Elves used to speak Latin but, when war started hundreds of years ago, they had to switch to a more independent way of life. Whichh included a new language."

"Who is winning the war right now?"

"They are," Firrelol said. The light in his eyeys was dim.

"So, the elves are winning?" I asked.

"No,"

"We have to help them,"

"We are in Corurbe, aren't we?" Firrelol gave me a little smirk and opened his book.