Three months had slipped by since our memorable trip to the market, and I found myself increasingly curious about the world unfolding around me. One day, while Vivian was occupied with household chores and Derrick was busy in his study, I seized the opportunity to explore. Crawling with determination, I made my way to a room I had glimpsed before—my parents' library.
Pushing open the door with a tiny effort, I entered a realm of wonders unlike any I had known. The shelves were lined with what I could only describe as "white flat objects with thick wood as covering." Books, I later learned they were called. They varied in size and shape, their spines adorned with intricate designs that seemed to beckon me closer.
Fascinated, I pulled one out clumsily, nearly toppling it over in my eagerness. Pages rustled softly as I opened it, revealing a world of words and pictures that danced before my eyes. Each page held a new adventure, a new piece of knowledge waiting to be discovered.
As I explored further, I stumbled upon books that spoke of the vast world beyond our home—a world divided into factions, each with its own history and mysteries.
The Elf Kingdom, known as Elverian, lay to the North beyond the treacherous Misty Forest. Legend had it that this forest claimed the lives of many who dared to traverse it, its mist concealing dangers both natural and supernatural.
To the South stood the formidable Assalion Fortress, home to the Dwarves. It was said that a powerful Dwarf Necromancer had once animated dragons to guard their kingdom's entrance, ensuring their isolation and protection. The Dwarves' ingenuity in crafting traps and defenses made them virtually impregnable.
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Eastward, beyond the towering mountains of Hermagon, lay Vermonthy Kingdom, domain of the Giants. Their colossal stone wall and the mythical World Tree, said to birth Giants, safeguarded their realm. Stories whispered of the immense strength and resilience of these beings, making any confrontation with them a daunting prospect.
As I absorbed these tales, my mind buzzed with excitement and curiosity. Each faction seemed to exist in its own world, yet intertwined with the others in ways I was only beginning to comprehend.
However, amidst my newfound fascination, I couldn't help but stumble over my words in excitement, muttering to myself, "These books are like... white flat objects with thick wood as covering... but inside, they're full of stories and... and... things!"
I chuckled at my own clumsiness, the words feeling strange and foreign on my tongue. It was a reminder of how much I had yet to learn about this world, despite feeling an inexplicable connection to its tales and mysteries.
Hearing my mom calling my name and looking for me , I gently closed the book and returned it to its place on the shelf in a hurry, my mind swirling with images of distant lands and heroic deeds. This library had become my sanctuary, a place where I could explore realms far beyond my crib and learn about the complexities of life outside.
"I will be back" I said to the library with a smile of determination on my face. Then my mom came in.. "They you are" my mom said in a relive tone, she then carried me back to my crib and pampered me to sleep. .
As I laid there, curious by the scent of old paper and ink, I knew that my journey in this new life was just beginning. With each turn of a page, I was unraveling the threads of a tapestry woven with adventure, knowledge, and the promise of discovery. And I, Emma, was ready to delve deeper into this world, eager to uncover its secrets and carve my own path among its wonders.