Post by Sparky Cobalt on Feb 24, 2009 5:21:59 GMT -5
Slowly, Sparky climbed up his school's central staircase. Sure, he'd lived here for--how many years had it been now?--most of his teenage years, but his destination for today was not a common one. Neither was his luggage, so one might actually call this a 'special visit' or even 'shenanigans'. His destination: Talon's Office; His luggage: The book of Aquarius.
Or at least that was what some people called it. Some people across the world were searching for it. Some people would kill, rape, plunder, forage, stir fry, and do just about anything else to get ahold of this beat down, faintly glowing book. Sparky, the 'owner' himself, knew none of this. The only reason he himself thought that the book was special was because of how it had treated him over the years.
Many nights, he'd spent curled around this particular book, staring at the little scribbles here and there as his face, and the entire room, was bathed in a soothing, blue light. He always felt so calm staring into the depths of the book, but he had never figured out what anything in it was trying to say, or if they were even trying to say something.
And that was why he was making this trip this particular evening.
The circumstances surrounding his acquisition of the book were sketchy at best. Apparantly it had been something left to his family by an uncle he didn't even know--another Cobalt--and since he was, in reality, the last surviving member of his family, he had gotten the book. The only reason he was even still enrolled in Firefox University was apparantly because of the influence of that same uncle, and so he was mildly grateful, if not to the Uncle, then to the book.
Finally, panting faintly, he made it to the top of the eight story staircase, holding his treasure within his arms, clenched to his body behind his folded forearms. A quick trip down a portrait-decorated wall, and he arrived at the infamous ruby statue.
The only reason he even knew how this statue worked was because he was Head Boy. He still wondered about his promotion to this position--he hadn't even been a good prefect--but figured that would be a question for another visit. What he wanted to focus on now was: what the hell was this book?
Sparky's brownish eyes looked up at the Statue, and he took a quick breath.
"Sup."
The statue moved, and Sparky stepped forward to knock on the door hesitantly.
"Headmaster Windwaltz?"
Or at least that was what some people called it. Some people across the world were searching for it. Some people would kill, rape, plunder, forage, stir fry, and do just about anything else to get ahold of this beat down, faintly glowing book. Sparky, the 'owner' himself, knew none of this. The only reason he himself thought that the book was special was because of how it had treated him over the years.
Many nights, he'd spent curled around this particular book, staring at the little scribbles here and there as his face, and the entire room, was bathed in a soothing, blue light. He always felt so calm staring into the depths of the book, but he had never figured out what anything in it was trying to say, or if they were even trying to say something.
And that was why he was making this trip this particular evening.
The circumstances surrounding his acquisition of the book were sketchy at best. Apparantly it had been something left to his family by an uncle he didn't even know--another Cobalt--and since he was, in reality, the last surviving member of his family, he had gotten the book. The only reason he was even still enrolled in Firefox University was apparantly because of the influence of that same uncle, and so he was mildly grateful, if not to the Uncle, then to the book.
Finally, panting faintly, he made it to the top of the eight story staircase, holding his treasure within his arms, clenched to his body behind his folded forearms. A quick trip down a portrait-decorated wall, and he arrived at the infamous ruby statue.
The only reason he even knew how this statue worked was because he was Head Boy. He still wondered about his promotion to this position--he hadn't even been a good prefect--but figured that would be a question for another visit. What he wanted to focus on now was: what the hell was this book?
Sparky's brownish eyes looked up at the Statue, and he took a quick breath.
"Sup."
The statue moved, and Sparky stepped forward to knock on the door hesitantly.
"Headmaster Windwaltz?"