Chapter XVIII: The Birth Of The Celestial Hero (2)

Previously

“Here,” Aran said, taking out a thick book hidden behind an array of other miscellaneous books on a shelf covered in cobwebs. He blew on the cover, cleaning up the dust before letting it thump onto the table with it’s heavy weight.

“This is?” Elm asked. She studied the book. There were no drawings on the cover, neither were there any inscriptions or titles that told of what it was. It was simply a thick book, with a blank, wooden cover that looked worn and torn from usage.

“You wanted proof,” Aran said, motioning his head towards the book. “Open it.” He saw the distrust on her face. “It won’t kill you. Go ahead. Open it.”

Elm nodded. As someone who had been taught under her brother, she knew far better than to open strange, old books or enter weird, dangerous lairs but something about this book felt familiar to her. She had just started to reach for it but it felt like she had already held the book - her hands feeling the phantom weight, the smooth cover and the roughness