Chapter 1 "The book of past"
When even books started to get repetitive, a change was brought to my life for better or for worse, I didn't know for sure.
It was a small book, "The Forbidden Paradise," which I found among the pile of garbage. The cover looked like it was assembled by joining small bricks, trying to mimic a tower. But what raised my curiosity was its title.
Among youngsters nowadays, novels about religious conspiracies and weird sorcery stories are getting popular. And by the design alone, this book looked similar to most of them.
Looking closely, this book indeed is beautiful.
After secretly picking it up from the garbage pile, I headed toward my house.
Suddenly out of nowhere I felt something above me, it was a feeling of something watching me, a feeling of something slithering past me. Looking above, nothing was there to be seen. After that weird sensation I hasten my pace without even realising
After checking the mailbox and confirming that it was empty, I entered my humble abode.
It was a two-story apartment I shared with my close friend. The second floor belonged to me while the first floor belonged to my friend. Both of us paid half of the bills, thus making the price affordable for both of us.
I never understood why more people didn't try this method.
After entering my room, I lit up the gas lamp on the study table. It was not that grand, just a table beside a bookshelf where I kept my documents and some books that I brought. Hanging my long coat on the hanger I took out the book form my pocket.
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It indeed is beautiful, the more I look at it the more eager I feel to read it.
The book begins with the words of the author.
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Farewell, dear readers, as I bid goodbye to the world we have traveled together. With gratitude as boundless as the horizons we have painted with words, I thank you for accompanying me through this land of our imagination, both wondrous and mysterious. The time shared shall linger in our halls of memories, where characters danced and dreams took flight.
And now, as the curtain falls on one chapter, a new narrative begins. Behold, dear friends, a tale rooted in the most ancient of history yet to be observed by the curious eyes of humans.
Within these pages lie secrets whispered by time itself, waiting to be unveiled by those bold enough to tread the path of yore.
So, join me once more as we embark on a journey where truth and imagination intertwine, where the past meets the present in a haunting waltz of intrigue and sorrow. Brace yourself, for within these words lies a tale of loss, where every triumph is shrouded by the specter of tragedy, and every step forward carries the weight of inevitable sorrow.
Let me guide you, not as Raphriam the writer, but as Raphriam the one who happened to tread the path before you.
(Year of the Elves.)
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"Did I accidentally steal an antique?!" I exclaimed.
The Year of the Elves was almost 250 years ago.
If my memory serves me right, it was the year when the first recorded interracial marriage occurred between the High Priest Abdiel the Dark Moon (a human) and Nilaitha the Guardian of the sea (an extinct humanoid species Elf).
But, it was named the Year of the Elves 50 years after the marriage. As for this author named Raphriam........... I've never heard of him before.
I was going to continue reading when I heard a shout.
"Vergil, get down here. There is a letter for you," shouted Nicole Aniston, my housemate.
I immediately organized my study table, turned off the lamp, and went downstairs only to see the confused expression on Nicole's face.
"What's with your face, Nicole?" I asked in a concerned voice.
"Who might this Raphriam Abraham and the walker of yore be?" She asked while walking towards me to hand the letter.
"Raphriam?" I asked shocked, mind went blank for a second.