Paper and Power

Paper and Power

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It was dark and dry. At the bottom of a pit, you would expect it to be damp, but this place was anything but. This place was where the books went. All the books. When the Surface was done with them, they threw everything down here and charged us with keeping them. This is the Cave of the Forgotten Books and we are their Keepers. Yeah, right. As if. We might as well be called the Graveyard of Books. We have no cool name. I wish we did. On the Surface we get sorted, blah, blah, blah. The ones who don't fit up there get sent down here. Everyone knows we're here. From time to time, people will come down, asking for a book as if we know where it is. This place is a junkyard of books. They pile up all around us. Lining the walls and creating labyrinths. Pull one book out the wrong way and you'll find yourself in an avalanche of dusty books. Welcome to the Guild of Books.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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