“Why are we searching through here again?”
“Knowledge is knowledge,” the ghost said calmly, before turning to browse through the remaining books.
“But this is boring and dusty!”
“Storm, you’re a ghost. How are you getting dust- oh.”
The two female ghosts huddled close together, both no longer caring about the dust that settled on their translucent skin and clothes. “What is this?”
“Let’s open it and see!
“Storm wait no-“
As the cover flipped up, a shining golden light emanated from the pages within, bathing the library with the radiant rays. Then the pages flipped faster and faster, until they stopped at one page glowing gold.
“Is that you?”
Arelia sucked in a breath. It did look like her, although the hairstyle and clothing differed, but it did bear a somewhat eerie resemblance to her.
Then she glanced at the next page over. “Storm, this dog…”
“Ammit, devourer of souls… sounds just like me!”
“I think that is you – isn’t that your pendant around the neck?”
The two shared worried glances, before in unison, they turned to read the tale.
“There was one who sought light, and another who sought war. From within they fought, warring in the guise of the mighty council. Before you belies the tale of the great war and the way they fought within.”
“This sounds too ominous to be true.”
Arelia flipped to the front, the book surprisingly letting her do so. “Record #13817, transcribed by Seshat.”
She stroked the page reverently. “The goddess of writing… Storm, this was a long time ago, very long ago.”
The page then flipped. “Dearest descendant, as my friend Thoth predicted, you have found this book. However, dangerous secrets lurk within, and so, in order to read more of the tale, you will find the events occurring to people around you, the magic of their ancestors melding with them. Fear not, young scribe, for this tale is just about to unfold. Good luck, and send my dear wishes to Ammit.”
