Grey Skies

I walk over to the book myself, wanting to touch it as I felt it's power surge beneath my finger tips.

"NO! Don't touch it! It'll zap you too."

I ignore her, drawn to it, as I fully extend my hand, feeling the old, worn out leather. It didn't zap me back, but instead began flipping through pages and I caught a glimpse of what looked like an angel on the paper, but the page flipped to quickly and I couldn't be sure.

When the page flipping stopped, it landed on one with weird words.. not english or any that were human languages anyways. I stare at the page, trying to sound out the words.

"What..?" Misty asks as she walks over. "What are you staring at.. It's nothing but a blank page!" She says furiously.

"Shh, no. It's not. Just shh and let me read." I say.

Something inside me clicked and a word flew across my mind.

Angelic.

Angelic..? How the hell did I even think of that. Was that the name of this writing? Or what it was about? I was so confused and my mind started growing a head ache from all the thought.