"What the? Where am I?" You blink in confusion as you suddenly find yourself in a strange library. Aisles of bookshelves stretch far into the distance, and the strangely overwhelming smell of fresh paper of their books. "What was I doing? How did I get here?"

 You feel a horrible headache as you try to remember what you are doing, dropping to your knees in agony, with one hand holding yourself up and the other holding your head.

 "Agh!"

 The pain is noticeably reduced to a regular headache, and you roll over onto your back, not caring for the hard wooden floor. 

 "Haah. Haah. Haah," With exhausted breaths, the pain disappeared after another minute. "Where is the ceiling?"

 Looking straight from the floor, you see bookshelves stretching far into the distance. You can't see the end.

 You roll back on to your side and push yourself back to your feet.  You watch in utter astoundment as books quickly fly on and off the shelves in a magical display. You walk for several minutes, admiring the magical performance. 

 "Is this a magical library? Where are these books going?"

 You come upon a small open area where a person-sized wooden doll is sweeping the ground with a straw broom.

 "What the? A mannequin? No, more like a giant doll? Is it cleaning the library?"

 You glance at the infinitely extensive library and hope the mannequin isn't the only of its kind.

 A man suddenly appeared in the air and floated gracefully, meeting you on the ground.

 "Oh my, how peculiar. For me not to realize I had a guest, this had never happened before." The man tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a curious glint. "How strange. My humblest apologies for not greeting you sooner. Welcome to my library; you think of me as a simple librarian."

This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 The man was handsome, with long hair and kind eyes. While not overly attractive, he seemed fake, as if his features were too symmetrical.

 "Who are you? How did I get here?"

 "That's a more complicated answer than a mortal could fully comprehend. If you must refer to me as something, then let's see... I think Librarian will do. Anyway, I'm very curious about you, there are only two ways to reach this place. First, if I find someone worthy, I can invite them. The second, and by far more rare, fate brings them here, like yourself. It's been a very long time since someone like yourself has shown up, especially in this part of the library.

The Librarian looked at the surrounding books with a look you struggled to identify.

Is he looking at the books with pride? Or rather, affection?

 "I don't understand what you're saying. You're talking about fate? Like fate as in destiny? And it's real? And it has somehow brought me here?"

 "That's right, but that's not why you're here. This part of the library holds the records of those with great destinies, and if you're here, it means something happened, preventing you from finding yours."

 The Librarian holds out his hand, and a book appears.

 'Record of Prominent Figures'

 "I can always tell what a person needs, even if they don't know. While talking, I created this for you; I hope it has what you need."

Your eyes open wide in surprise.

"You created this? How? When?"

 "Over the last few seconds. Well, saying I created it might be a bit of a stretch. I just copied small parts from the original works and put them together. After all, I can't have you read the original versions; they're too long and contain useless information."

 "Right…"

 You gingerly took the book, the authentic leather binding feeling slightly cold and surprisingly heavy in your hand, like it was thicker than it appeared. You looked up and found a couch suddenly appearing before you.

 "Please sit and make yourself comfortable. You won't grow hungry or need a restroom here, so take all the time you need. However, if you want something, ask for it out loud, and it will appear".

 The Librarian vanished, and you looked around in bewilderment. You stared at the book and could tell it was not simple. You got comfortable on the couch with the book in your lap and opened it with great apprehension.