Esprit Abbey

Chapter 3

Chandler stood at the top of a tall rolling ladder that could circle the entire library and provided access to the many book filled shelves; he had a tremendous fascination with ancient text. He spent much of his time scouring the library in search of forgotten relics and timeworn wisdom. He found that the most elusive and stimulating writings were covered with dust and located in the high, out of the way areas of the library.

Many of the elders—including Mother Isa—discouraged Chandler from seeking out and entertaining such unreliable information. As the authors and origins of the text could not be verified, they insisted that the contents were not credible and should be considered specious at best; however, Chandler would not be dissuaded. How could written accounts of fantastical beasts and bygone magic be something he shouldn't read?

Today, Chandler had a rare opportunity to have free reign of the library. With everyone focusing on repairing the damages from the storm and inquiring about the Abbey's battered newcomer; Chandler didn't have to worry about being disturbed or criticized for his explorations.

He carefully sifted through the books, brushing off cobwebs and thick layers of dust. Several books slid and fell on their side, launching a thick cloud into Chandler's face. He coughed harshly and nearly lost his grip. Once the dust cleared, he remained frozen atop the ladder, listening for the footsteps of anyone who may have heard the commotion.

Once he felt that he was in the clear he leaned forward to examine the books that had fallen. Collecting them he descended the ladder. Moving to the center of the room, he sat in the chair that Lucan had occupied the night before. He cleared off the title of the first book: Natural Herbs and Remedies for Everyday Life. He had already read several books regarding the healing qualities of herbs, so he set the book aside.

Chandler then dusted off the cover of the next book: Defensive and Offensive Protection. This book piqued his interest, so he wedged it between his leg and the armrest of the chair. Examining the last book, he realized the title was written in a language he had never seen before. The strange symbols and letters were not printed on the book but were etched directly into the aged leather. The book was bound by a leather strap and secured with a gold metal clasp.

He attempted to remove the leather strap, but the clasp was sealed by a strange locking mechanism. It didn't appear to require a key, but strange circular indentations and small holes were present with noticeable repetition. Turning the book over he looked for any symbol or illustration that may offer an explanation on how to open it.

Feeling discouraged he began to jiggle the leather strap trying to pry it from the clasp. He heard a snap as the leather strap broke in half. "Oops," he said out loud. As he opened the book a worn piece of folded paper fell out from between the front cover and first page. He unfolded the paper and saw the same strange writing. Along with the writing he noticed what appeared to be a map; complete with drawn landmarks and a clear route that weaved its way around them.

He looked up when he heard the door latch click. Quickly he put the paper back in the book, grabbed the other book by the armrest, and ducked behind the chair. The door opened and Jacoby walked in with another farm hand whose name Chandler couldn't remember.

"So, is there any word on that kid they brought in?" asked the nameless farm hand.

"I haven't been told anything," Jacoby responded.

"He looked like someone had tried to kill him. I hope he wakes up soon so we can get him out of here. Last thing we need is for someone to show up looking for him."