Diary of the Dual Blades

Worth the chance

Morning. I hate this room. Yet another reason to leave this place. The sun shines directly into my face during most time in the year. But it's no matter really, doesn't bother me much. Not like I was gonna stay here for long, even if I wasn't leaving today, there were no chances I'd stay here another year. I've read every book that I was interested in; basic and advanced magic, multiple languages from today and forgotten ones, almost every legend about the time and space breaches, alchemy, futuristic technology and so much more. Investigated every single room I had access to, trained on the simple, and not so easy, classes that are taught in this place. I've been here for just three years and I've done more than anybody else could do, even more than the elders and the arcane magicians. It's like I had nothing else to do here.

Oh well, it was going to happen eventually so, better now than later. I was starting to get bored in here.

I really like this spell; writes your thoughts into a book without you needing to do any effort, and only the thoughts you desire, and, as it seems, the same spell as that strange book. I am still amazed that somebody was able to use this spell with such mastery that they could write in different languages and make it look like it was troll's doing.
The story of how I found it is rather... Well, oddly weird. I do not remember how or where I found the clues to it exactly, I just know that people had to sacrifice for it. At least I went alone that time. I knew people died there because the tomb was already open, all traps disarmed and the only thing I needed to do was open the last crippling door. It was rather easy, which is not of my likely manners, since I get caught on every possible mess every time I go on an adventure. I felt, not only that I was being observed, but also like I shouldn't be there, like the place was telling me to go away. Not even talking about the smell that was in there, even without ignoring the corpses'.

Anyway, it is the time already. Time to leave this place, this ruined and unwanted palace of old magic. It's existence is no more of my interest anymore, so I shall leave this place for once.
Time to search for the author of the book.

Before leaving, I'll try to talk with the librarian, the guardian of the Great Library of Magic. He might know something about this book, or even about it's creator. I wouldn't doubt it, since it was him who helped me with numerous unique discoveries, all around from the Palace itself to the outer regions of this world. At least I was sure of one thing: This book was one of the very few things that I've had my full attention and interest in. My family and past were others, but I've given up already, it was a waste of time anyway, pulled me back from a full potential I'm yet to archive.

Well well, off I go. In the meantime I should read some more, maybe I find something interest in the few pages that haven't disappeared yet.

Weird, some of the pages that I thought were blank now have words and drawings of ancient times written on them and others that I've memorized already are now gone. Not even talking about a new chapter that appears to be almost at the beginning of the book, right after where the presentation was. It says here that it is a spells chapter, this should be extremely interesting.

This spells... This means dark magic, forbidden and forgotten through the ages. The writer must have been from the dark eons, or the light wars. Who knows how old this book and the stories in it really is? Me, for sure not, and I trust my friend the librarian won't know either, but I'll discover it one day.
And I have the premonition that soon enough, for sure. The first few pages might have escaped from my sight for the moment, but those were just the introduction.

Perhaps... Perhaps I should use my own book to copy this one! Yes, yes! What a genius I am. That way, even if the book ends up erasing itself, the future generations will be able to know all that it's written inside it.
But that means... Goodbye to my own stories. Goodbye to my own experiences. And goodbye to my autobiography.
Who cares? This is way more important. It's the greatest discovery about the magic world and all that has been known since the Old Ages perhaps. This is what I will be known for. This is the reason I was chosen for. This is my greatest performance, my "Je ne sais quoi". Thanks destiny for this opportunity, I won't waste it.