In search of a book within the deep foliage forest full of extravagant life, everything seemed to get quieter as I kept following the path I was taking, kept getting quieter, quieter, quieter, and then everything fell silent. What I find to see in front of me is a light, not a bright light, just a light. As I kept walking forward seeing beyond that light, laid a book on top of a lone tree stump in the middle away from the bushes and all the other trees that I caught my eye's on, to me it looked like a legend proven true. I kept stepping closer, and closer till soon I was looking down at the book titled,"The Book of Dreams" which lay upon the isolate tree stump. I slowly reach my hand towards the book, I suddenly start hearing cries of variety of things like, wolves, lions, birds, and many other things I can't name. I quickly jerk my hand away from this mysterious book casting blood curdling screams in my head to only hear someone in the bushes immediately after I jerked my hand away, I quickly turned my head looking in the direction I heard it from, "Whose hiding behind that bush!?" I exclaimed pointing at the bush from where I heard the exact sound from. A human stands up behind the bushes about in his mid twenties with long black hair and mildly ragged clothes "Who am I? I'm what you call a uh..." he pauses for a moment as if to remember why he's here "A guardian of that book you could say." when he finished speaking he pointed to the book then slowly adjusted his arm to point at me. "I've told you who I am, might you share me yours? Fox thing? And by the way, you can stop pointing at me now." he said trying to get me annoyed with the smirk he made after he finished speaking, I bring my arm to my side then choose to correct him by saying, "I'm a Foxarian. There is a significant difference." the Book Guardian merely sighs to my statement bringing his lifted arm back to his side as well then says "Don't need to be a kill joy Mr. Foxarian." he pauses then continues speaking "Your name? Mr. Foxy what ever its called." I chosen not to respond for a minute but he seemed determined to know my name with the intense yet subtle expression on his face, I eventually given in to him finally about to speak my name. "Its-" A loud blustering wind interrupts me, "Did you touch the book!?" the Book Guardian exclaims over the blustering winds I shouted back to him but my voice couldn't even be heard by my own two ears, everything around me was getting quickly enveloped in shadows and then without even a chance to run, everything I've seen now has become pitch black. A deep monotone voice speaks out from somewhere in the pitch black shadows, "You come here to seek knowledge? Or is it perhaps something else? Like the riches of the world into the palm of your hand." my mind befuddled "Who, who are you? wh-what are you?" I spoke back to the Darkness waiting for a response. "Who am I? and what am I?" the Darkness continues speaking without hesitation "Why, I am what ever you make me out to be. Foxarian, Suloph." I begin walking forward with some hope of escape, "How do I get out of here?" I asked as I progressively walked faster. "How to get out? only if you make a wish, only then I'll let you go, Suloph." the Darkness replied with malicious intent I stopped walking and said "A wish?". "What would I wish for?" I thought for a moment, suddenly it came to me and thus I spoke out my wish "I wish to..." I pause uncertain of my destined wish "To... see my parents once more... some day." my wish now supposedly granted, causes the Darkness to fade, familiar greens come into vision until I eventually find out that I never moved from my spot when I was captured by the mysterious shadows leaving me be with my wish. The Book Guardian, still standing in the same spot from when the shadows captured me asks with a rather depressing look on his face "What did you wish for..?" I responded with a faint smile "To see my dead parents again..." my eyes trail off looking at the stump my already faint smile faded to nothing "...Some day." I thought a moment, rather quickly I truly realized, "Book guardian... How many others found this book? This clearly happened before and you know it." there was a long pause a few leaves were blowing by gently in between me in the Book Guardian I eventually continued "Did they... die?" I hesitated "Or...something worse than death?". The Book Guardian stood there just staring at me blankly the sense of depression that was once on his face no longer looms on him all he utters to me is "Tch, you wise fool.." the Guardian turned to face the forest then disappeared into its foliage. I look down to realize whats in my hands "The Book of Dreams.." I said whispering to myself, I look back to where the Guardian has left but his presence is no longer looming, I choose to wait a few more minutes then I decided to wait no longer and made my way out of the forest which left me with more questions then answers.
