Prologue

My name is Marcus Baltemor.

17 years old and very average features.

Though not on the tall side, I'm not short either.

As a hobby, I like to read books.

Rather than video games and sports, the distinct feeling of turning a page has a unique charm that attracted me.

Yes, I've played games before and tried out some sports, but both activities just didn't have that same feeling I felt when reading.

And if there are no books in the vicinty, I'll search for one.

If there really is none, I resort to my phone and read online.

Of course if there's WiFi. Or if I've downloaded any.

Although computers and the like are becoming more frequent to use, fortunately books won't be going anywhere.

And I am thankful for that because a book a friend I spent longest with.

I'm not saying that I'm a loner or anything but it's because my parents' work requires them to travel a lot.

Thus having me transfer schools very often.

But today is different.

Though we were still moving, my parents got the oppurtunity for us to be able to settle down in the next place for a while.

Unfortunately, due to their work, we were only staying for at most a year.

But I'm kind of curious.

I wasn't informed of the place we will be staying at.

I heard the neighborhood was a bit 'old' but they still had computers and phones.

What interested me the most was that there was a library.

A place filled to the brim with books.

Other than that, I don't know anything else about that place.

But once we get there, we'll move in a house my parents bought, and a week later I will start my classes.

I never really had troubles with my studies and my scores are just above average.

What I am worried about whenever I transfer is when making friends.

Yes, I've done it many times before, but I couldn't shake off that feeling of nervousness when talking to someone I don't know.

Most of the time I thought it fun talking to those who are really open to you, And I couldn't help but laugh at myself for being worried each time this happened.

But in every class, there are definitely those who can be just a tad bit hard to deal with.

Other than that, nothing else is a problem.

Putting my thoughts into order, I look out the window of the car and watch as the scenery flashes by and leaves behind us.

And just a bit in the distance, I could see a faint signs of buildings.

Buildings of the town were moving into.

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I continue looking out the window and patiently wait 'til we finally got there.

Looking around, the houses were all made of wood and had that victorian era-ish feel.

I think.

No concrete buildings or factories.

But certainly not old.

In fact, I really liked it.

Still in the car, we pass through various buildings. And at some point, the university I was going to.

I knew it was the university because there was a plaque bearing the words:

Aleister Academy

As the car drove passed it, I turned my head a little to see get left behind.

The car kept going until it slowed and stopped in front of a house. Most likely the house I would be staying in from now on.

Hmm.. not bad. Maybe just a 15 min. walk to my school.

Getting out of the car, my family and I start unloading.

“So Marc. Like the house?” My dad suddenly asked me.

“Hm?” I turned towards him then to the house.

It looked fine really. Also had that victorian era-ish feeling. Had many pillars, posts, and whatnot that I don't know the purpose of here and there. This kind of interested me because my course is architecture. I know. Very strange for a bookworm like me huh? But still. When reading books, the parts where they describe fantastical buildings and structures are what I like to read most.

Well most of the time.

“It's nice. Don't know what those pillars are for but.. not yet anyway.” I replied.

My father only smiled.

He is a good man. Good physique, a normal haircut, and glasses that look good on him.

He wore some clothes meant for going out, but usually I see him in business attire.

“Now dear, stop dawdling and start helping.” My mother said.

Dad only laughed before turning back to what we were doing.

My mother is a good person as well. With blonde hair, a modest body, and just a bit shorter than my dad. She wore a simple shirt and some jeans.

She turned towards me.

“So Marc-honey, happy that we'll be staying a while? Although it's only for a year..” She pouts.

“Ah, well of course I'm happy. Even if it's just for a year. At least we won't be moving a while.”

“But still.. your father and I might go out from time to time. Can you take care of yourself?”

“Mom.. of course I can. I'm already in college.”

“Ahaha, of course you are~.” She smiles then walks off to help my dad.

Aah, they really are good people.

So from there, I start helping out as well. And very eagerly too.

Why?

The sooner I can visit the library!