MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

THIRTY FOUR | Silence.

THIRTY FOUR | Silence.

"The G-Grimoire. H-How do you know about that?" I asked nervously.

She shrugged, turning to continue walking away, "I'm the recorder of our cove. I know how we got it decades ago, how your father tried to hide it and how he lost it. The only thing I don't know is how you had got it back – the last info on it we have is from twenty years ago."

I sighed pushing my unease away. Of course she knew of it – it was her job. I'd be more surprise if she didn't know about it. But still...it was amazing Wyren was so good at keeping secrets. To keep all the knowledge she finds here hidden... It must be torture.

"Speaking of twenty," she said bringing my attention back to her, "your birthday is in two weeks. That will be the day the treaty takes place."

I frowned, "On my birthday? Did you see a vision?"

She shrugged, pulling me through a golden door, "Something like that."

I looked around the golden shelves, and glass floor. Two weeks was little time and if it came to a fight I think it would not be in our favour. Not to mention I was still so fresh to the witch world, against someone like Allister I would no doubt fall.

"I know you're worried Priestess but you must remember you have qualities that even Allister does not have. Qualities much more than just knowing spells," Wyren said softly.

I looked at her carefully, for a high schooler she seemed incredibly wise. Although, if I hadn't been told she was in high school I would have never guessed. Now looking at her, it seemed the library had given her a glow. Even her silver eyes were glistening with untold potential.

"Why did you want me to come here?" I asked getting to the point, "Especially now when everyone needs me so desperately."

She nodded, turning on her heels and walking away. Her wooden sandals clicking against the glass floor as she did. I quickly followed behind her, as she led me deeper and deeper into the library. The deeper we went, the less glass floor there was and more gold shelves. Not only that...but there was also less light.

"Why is it so dark?" I muttered squinting to help my eyes adjust.

"Sorry about that, the books in the back are sensitive to the light. There is only so much magic can preserve, so these records must be taken care of like they are made of ash," she hummed.

"And why are we here?"

She paused for a moment before glancing back at me through the dark, "Because we are going to find the one weakness of Allister's."

A breath caught in my throat as my eyes widened, "His weakness? Why would a dark cove have his weakness? This doesn't make any sense!"

She ignored me until we came to a dead end. I paused, watching as she muttered a few magical words then the wall split down the middle and pulled away. Revealing a dark, softly glowing winding all. I quickly moved to follow her speeding up pace with my mind whirling.

At the end of the hall, stood a golden door. With a few more mumbles, the door swung open. I hesitated seeing nothing but blackness beyond the door, however had no time to do so before Wyren's hand wrapped around mine and she pulled me through.

A shriek flew from my lips as the door closed. As soon as the door closed shut, a faint blue light glowed up from the floor. I squinted, before noticing the room was completely empty except for a single book in a glass case.

"What is that?" I asked quietly.

She moved to place her hand on the glass, "This is our records of a witch by the name of Genevieve. Genevieve Bishop."