Creation III:
THIRTEEN STARS
One year after the events of Creation I: Library Number 4
The Sheriff surveyed the scene around him, sighing.
This morning, right after the sheriff had brewed his daily coffee, the police station received an urgent call from the museum down the street. Someone had broken into their building last night and an artefact was missing. The caller sounded so distressed that the police immediately dispatched the sheriff to investigate, much to his dismay.
“So what was missing?” His rough voice cut off the stuttering historian next to him, who had spent the last fifteen minutes crying over the loss of the artefact.
Another staff handed him a museum brochure. ”The Book of Eve”, it sang. An ancient Book that seems to have recorded dark magic spells and curses. Rescued from the burnt ruins of a medieval chapel. It appears that half of it was torn out and lost.”
He pushed his glasses back, sighing as he took a sip of his coffee. It had gone cold, he grumbled lightly under his breath. One little book gone. What was so important anyways?
And now he was stuck in this cramped crappy museum, with a bunch of historians that were freaking their brains out.
“It is a set,” one of them blurted out suddenly, eyes wide. “The Book, it was meant to be a set. A dagger. In another museum. There was...a story. They both carry a curse, and cannot be out together. Every museum that hosted both burnt down.”
The whole room fell silent, as if an unknown fear was creeping up on them.
The Sheriff sighed, turning to that historian. “Tell me where the other one is.”
*did the book and dagger seem familiar? Check out Creation II. Remember the book that Saffrona tore into half? The dagger that did the summoning?
THIRTEEN STARS
One year after the events of Creation I: Library Number 4
The Sheriff surveyed the scene around him, sighing.
This morning, right after the sheriff had brewed his daily coffee, the police station received an urgent call from the museum down the street. Someone had broken into their building last night and an artefact was missing. The caller sounded so distressed that the police immediately dispatched the sheriff to investigate, much to his dismay.
“So what was missing?” His rough voice cut off the stuttering historian next to him, who had spent the last fifteen minutes crying over the loss of the artefact.
Another staff handed him a museum brochure. ”The Book of Eve”, it sang. An ancient Book that seems to have recorded dark magic spells and curses. Rescued from the burnt ruins of a medieval chapel. It appears that half of it was torn out and lost.”
He pushed his glasses back, sighing as he took a sip of his coffee. It had gone cold, he grumbled lightly under his breath. One little book gone. What was so important anyways?
And now he was stuck in this cramped crappy museum, with a bunch of historians that were freaking their brains out.
“It is a set,” one of them blurted out suddenly, eyes wide. “The Book, it was meant to be a set. A dagger. In another museum. There was...a story. They both carry a curse, and cannot be out together. Every museum that hosted both burnt down.”
The whole room fell silent, as if an unknown fear was creeping up on them.
The Sheriff sighed, turning to that historian. “Tell me where the other one is.”
*did the book and dagger seem familiar? Check out Creation II. Remember the book that Saffrona tore into half? The dagger that did the summoning?