Something to Nothing

Chapter Three

How did we get here? What just happened? I barely notice as Jordan walks off and heads into a building. I stumble behind him, trying to wrap my head around this. Things certainly are very strange around here in this Igorium.

Inside the building, is a huge library. Straight ahead of us is a desk where a man sits. Behind him is a room and a staircase leading to an upstairs. There is someone else up there. I can hear them making noise as they move around. Jordan walks up to the desk. I follow behind him. He looks at the man. The man is older than I am, probably in his thirties. He has blonde hair and green eyes. He wears a blue button up shirt. The man looks busy reading a book and does not notice us come in. He glances up and jumps up.

"Phoenix?!" He seems scared.

Then a moment later, "Oh, Jordan."

Jordan seems to ignore him. "Is my mother here?"

"Yeah, of course. Just a moment."

The man then runs up the staircase.

It is quiet for a moment before they start talking. We are able to hear their conversation.

"Megan..." The man begins.

"Let me guess. Someone wants to see me. Is it Igor? I swear you said Phoenix. Well, tell him I have no interest in speaking to him and he can go on his way." A feminine voice replies matter of factly. It seems she has already made up her mind.

Jordan calls up, "I am not Igor, mom."

"Jordan, my dear!" The lady states coming down the staircase, "How nice it is to see you."

Jordan scoffs. "Whatever. I have to speak with you and then I am going."

He then walks off, heading up the stairs. The lady follows behind him. Wait, what about the Keeper? I turn to the man who is in front of me.

"I have no idea where I am and I know nothing about this place. I was told the Keeper Of Lost Tales could help me." I say, questionably.

"I am the Keeper. Please, follow me." The man says, grateful to be wanted.

I smile and nod. He leads me towards the back of the building where a small seating area is. There is a ragged green couch in front of a wooden table and another ragged green couch on the other side of it. We go and sit down, so that we are facing each other.

He asks, "So, where are you from?"

"Earth, but I was told this is not Earth. I do not know how I got here, but everyone assumes I do. No one believes me." I answer.

He nods. "That is right. We are in Igorium. Who told you this is not Earth?"

"That boy, Jordan."

"Jordan? He is not the type to help any of us. He despises everyone and everything. Although, I can understand why. Anyways, what would you like to know?"

I think for a moment. "Well, everything. I met these dragon-like humans. They called themselves the Trespassing Three. They were in shock I did not know who they were and there is this necklace. It isn't mine and I can't get it off. Even Jordan is strange. We were near a field and then we were here, just like that. I'm just so confused."

"You say you are from Earth. Surely you have heard the legends about Igorium." He tells me.

I shake my head. "No. I was never interested in legends. Actually, stories in general were never okay for me. My parents believed they cause children to get imaginations which are not good things to have in the real world."