Hundreds of years ago, back in colonist times, there were a group of people known as 'Book Travelers'. They could travel inside of the the book they held in a matter of seconds. The others, normal citizens, thought they might posses a great evil and tried to destroy the Travelers.
The called them names such as witches and warlocks. As the years grew by, the groups was slowly destroyed. Some fled for their lives taking only their children and precious books. After many years of the colonist destroying the Book Travelers, they finally thought they destroyed the greater evil.
But if only they knew that there was still a small group of Book Travelers still living in the forrest, not daring come out.
As the months turned to years, and the years turned to centuries, the Book Travelers slowly grew to the number they were before. They still did not dare to come out to the forrest though. Life soon was normal again until one day a forrest fire started.
The Book Travelers were killed, only two were known to escape. And they just happened to be my parents.
