Conquest of Magic

Part 20

"Let's go!" Lyn exclaimed, her grip on my hand filled with excitement. We slipped out of the room. A rush of thrill coursed through me as we passed a few vampires in the hallway. They watched us without question, merely shadowing us like bodyguards.

As we approached the library at the end of the hall, my heart raced. Lyn pushed open the door, and the guards stationed outside stood stoically, just as they did outside my room.

When Lyn flicked on the lights, I gasped in awe. The room was enormous, with towering bookshelves stretching to the ceiling. "Wow," I breathed, unable to contain my wonder.

"This is incredible!" I said, my eyes wide with amazement. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, inhaling the rich scent of aged paper and ink. Each shelf was filled with countless stories and secrets, igniting a sense of anticipation within me.

"This is interesting," I remarked, feeling a rush of excitement as Lyn chuckled at my enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's pretty rare for people to come in here," she said. "The royals usually have books delivered straight to their rooms, and no one's really allowed in there without permission. These books have been treasured for centuries, so you can find pretty much anything you want in here."

Her words piqued my interest, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of finding something new about these creatures.

Each section of the library was neatly organized by genre—literature, fiction, history, and more. My fingers glided over the spines until they stopped at the history section. I wasn't usually interested in history, but something tugged at me to explore it further.

As I scanned the shelves, my gaze landed on a golden-covered book that seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights. Its title read "History of Witches," and I felt an irresistible pull toward it. Perhaps it would hold answers about my own past, especially after everything everyone had said.

Lyn settled into a cozy spot by the window, engrossed in her own book, giving me the privacy I appreciated. Clutching the witchcraft book, I found a soft, white sofa and sat cross-legged, excitement bubbling inside me as I opened it.

As I flipped through the pages, eager to uncover clues about my heritage, my fingers brushed a corner of the book, and suddenly, a sparkle burst from the pages, almost like magic. Startled, I jerked back, and the book slipped from my hands, landing with a loud thud on the table.

"Is everything all right?" Lyn called from her seat, looking up with concern.

"Yeah, I just dropped a book," I replied in my calmest voice. She nodded and returned to her reading, but I couldn't shake the sense that something is going to happen.

I rubbed my eyes and picked up the book, placing it on my lap. To my surprise, it glowed as I opened it. I'd never seen anything magical like this in real life. Glancing around the room, I felt a strange unease, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The book didn't frighten me; it intrigued me.

I traced my finger along the first page, and it began to glow again. This time, I felt no fear. The author's name was embossed in gold: Sir Louise Dallion. Whispering his name sent a shiver through me, as if I'd known him forever.

As I immersed myself in the tale of Witch Queen Irina and her extraordinary powers, I was filled with awe. The pages spoke of her family and their legacy, and I couldn't help but feel enchanted.

Then I saw the name Amanda. She was Irina's daughter, blessed with the same powers. A jolt ran through me as I realized she was the woman from my vision—the Vampire Queen, William's mother.

As I read about Amanda's loving nature and courage, I felt both admiration and a sense of inadequacy. I wasn't as brave as she was.

My heart sank when I turned the page to find it blank, and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. I placed my finger on the paper, wondering if the words were hidden or written in invisible ink. As I traced the page, words slowly began to appear. I was right; they were concealed for a reason.