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Invi_280
Legacy Name: Invi_280
The
Dusk MontreOwner: Reality
Age: 15 years, 1 month, 2 weeks
Born: January 31st, 2011
Adopted: 15 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 1st, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"Perhaps you better give it a rest," Invi said quietly.
Keiran turned to look at his friend, leaning comfortably against a bookshelf.
"I mean, you have gone through all the books in the library that may have anything to do with it. The librarian practically thinks you live here," he continued.
"No, there has to be something that will help me," Keiran said, shaking his head. "Maybe I am not looking in the right place. Maybe I need to look under a different section."
"You have looked in every section! Mythology. Religion. Alchemy. Obscure biology about the unknown properties of certain plants. Where else is there to look?"
Kerian fixed his friend with a hard glare. He shook his head and took up the books on the table and started shoving them back into their places.
"Somewhere else. There has to be somewhere else. And if there isn't a book here that can help me, I'll go to another library."
Invi stared at him quietly, watching him re-shelve the past two weeks' worth of reading material. This was the fifth library they had been to over the past six years and each time, Kerian had gone through every book that could contain any reference to turning him real. Each visit had left them as empty handed as the last, despite Kerian staying until closing hour each time. Then, they would load up as many books as the library would let them check out and drive home. Kerian would sit and read at his desk until he fell asleep, his head in a book, and Invi would pull a blanket over him. This pattern had continued for weeks that had turned into months and then into years.
As their search continued to prove futile, Kerian grew more and more reclusive. Although he had always been much of a solitary person, he now withdrew from all activities that did not directly relate to his mission. Invi often suspected that the only reason Kerian even continued to work was the need to pay for the gas for the library outings. He finished returning the books to their places and turned to Invi.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go."
"Go? Where?" Invi asked, startled out of his thoughts.
"I heard about this library that specializes in old, rare editions of books. That's where we are going."
"But we have been to every library in the county," his friend protested. "How could we have missed it?"
"It's not in the county. It's not even in this state. Come on," Kerian said, hoisting his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. "We have a long way to drive before nightfall."
***
"Come here," Kerian hissed at his friend, who appeared to be falling asleep in one of the library's chairs.
Invi opened his eyes blearily and slowly rose. He took the seat next to Kerian at the table.
"I have found it," Kerian exclaimed, trying to keep his voice low. Invi could hear his excitement. "Here, let me read you the passage."
Invi tried to wrap his head around the words coming out of Kerian's mouth. Kerian continued talking, almost unheeding his friend's confused state.
"This is it. I've found how to do it."
"Kerian, wait," Invi said, something having finally clicked in his mind. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's dangerous; it's more dangerous than you can even believe right now. I am not sure you want to follow this path."
"Of course I do," Kerian said. "You just wait here and I am going to pack up our things. Tomorrow, first thing, we are going to get started."
Invi shook his head and his feathers rustled with the movement. He did not move, but remained staring at the page before him. The ritual his friend was trying to complete was dangerous - so dangerous, in fact, that he could see where the author's hand had trembled in fear as he scripted the instructions. Symbols of warning and danger cluttered the page, written in over two dozen languages. Invi looked over at Kerian and, for perhaps the first time, he feared for his friend.
*
"How is it?" Kerian asked, looking at Invi. "Do you feel different?"
"I'm not sure," Invi replied. He didn't quite feel different, but he didn't quite feel the same either. "Perhaps?"
He looked at Kerian with an apologetic expression. He wanted to be able to give him a better answer, but that was the only one he had.
"Well, there is only one way to find out for sure. Grab your things; we're going out."
All credit for the story goes to Shakespeare