Monday, February 28, 2005

chapter 12
“Uncle Ruthen, we need to open the book, or Brea may not ever wake up.
“I know, but if we do, we will not only know her illness, but every other secret the vampires keep. And if we learn every secret of their kind, HE will come back, and destroy the person who knows.”
“I know, that is why I cannot open the book, for if I did, the owner of my brother armlet would surely win, even against the rest of the Elvin race…”
“Of course it can not be you; that is why we shall ask the soldiers, because SOME ONE must open it and learn the secrets…then must be killed.” King Ruthen said all of this as he headed toward the soldiers quarters, and then signaled for a call to be given for a meeting.
When all of the soldiers were assembled, King Ruthen gave the news, and the room remained silent. He repeated his request for a man to show gallantry, and give his own life for the vampire that would have to fight to keep the world ultimately good. Finally, one man stepped forward and kneeled; his face staring at the floor. “I shall do the task.”
“And what is your name, brave soldier?” Tyrrea asked from the king’s side.
“Laro, Timerian Laro. I am willing to die for this world I have loved so much.”
“Thank you. You shall always be remembered. Come with us.” King Ruthen said, sadness showing in his eyes, though he put a fake smile on.
They walked down to the library, trying to keep the conversation light; trying not to say that Timerian would die shortly. Timerian acted as though he were walking to his room for a nap, but the tension felt thick as a rock. They entered an old musty room filled with old mahogany rose wood cabinets. These cabinets held thousands of books of different shapes and sizes. The colors and materials of them were such that we humans had never seen before. They walked to the very back of the room without even questioning the librarian, for they all knew that they were headed for the dangerous and forbidden book section. Without a word, Timerian walked up to that blood stained door with vines growing across it, and stood awaiting his fate. The librarian, after recovering from the shock of hearing what was happening from Tyrrea, took out an old intricately designed key with an emerald engraved in it, and covered in dust. If anyone had looked at the desk at the front of this old-fashioned library, they would have seen a case, covered in dust, with the exact imprint of that key the only spot still looking new…Elves did not use that key very often. She gave Timerian the key, and then ran straight back to her desk and crouched behind it, cowering in its shadow and trembling as if she were having a seizure.
Timerian cleaned off the key with his finger, and put it into the old gothic key hole, turning it as hard as he could, for it was almost too rusty to budge. Finally, the door clicked, and instead of him having to struggle away all of the vines, they moved magically and the door screeched open un-aided by physical force. Timerian stepped in the room without even asking what kind of book he was looking for. All elves knew what the book with the vampire’s secrets inside looked like.
His fingers glided through the case, not touching any of the books, for some of them were demonic, and some of them would chew his hand off if he was not careful. Finally he came to a book covered in what looked like a tan leather; human flesh. He grabbed it, and wiped away the dust, just to see the title “Flesh and Blood” in bloody letters on the cover. The letters really were made of blood. The blood had been dried on, and magically stuck to the book.

hehe, yes, i finished it in time to post, srry, i finished it yesterday relly, but i just got home...
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