Fantasy The New Home

[GodlyDnD]

Rodney went through items he found, but nothing was marked dangerous. He looked around at the paintings shown in the gallery. There were spectacular paintings, some were surreal. But if something was marked dangerous, it wasn't anything here. Rodney checked the painting supplies for the dangerous thing his uncle mentioned.

Rodney knew he was hungry, why was he putting off dealing with that? Wasn't that more important? So he went to the pantry. There were still a few cans around, but he saw no can opener. There was sliced bread, and he found hummus. So he made sandwiches with that, and ate to contentment. But he would still have to go to the store in the area to bring more food into his new home, he knew.

But now the search for what might be marked dangerous, that he should know about, should continue, to some extent anyway. Rodney came to where a great assortment of books lined the walls in the personal library his uncle had left. He did not know what to look for, these were only books. But he dutifully went along, looking at the visible book ends showing the titles, stepping on when he had checked a row from top shelf to bottom shelf, not yet knowing why this would be important, but not having thought of anything else to do. After several rows with this careful looking, he saw a row of six books, each having a taped label, with the word Dangerous written on them. So there were books that were dangerous?! It did not make much sense. He pulled the first out, and looked at the title, and opened it to the title page, showing the same title, Necropsidia. A strange name, but that didn't tell him anything. Maybe the next book would have a more meaningful title. He pulled it out to look. That second book with the label on it had the title The King in the Lost City. Whatever it was talking about, it made an interesting title. But dangerous?

Maybe he would just look through a little of it, to get a sense of what would be in the book. Maybe what the lost city was would be shown there in some way. So then, he let his hands open it to the first page of text.

As he read the beginning though, it became quite interesting suddenly and unexpectedly. He saw the king was an unidentified stranger, who told no one that he was a king. The people never knew who was their king, hidden in the tower. The city held the people there, for it seemed to be in different places at different times. Someone walking out away from the city would probably not find their way back to it.

As he read he heard a voice. But from where? And it was a familiar voice, he quickly became convinced.

 

[Caroline1539]

"Rodney, ever convinced that the book he had currently picked up was an immense waste of time, didn't bother reading any further." The voice prompted, his tone one of restrained, patient consideration. "Instead, he looked behind that series and found yet another book.

A solid, thick hardback touched his fingertips. With some straining, he got his grip on it and pulled it out.

My God. What a wonderful book. What a gorgeous, gorgeous book. It was a hardback, with a black velvet casing- and a decorative front, would you look at that!

The Ouroborous looked out of the cover of the book. The Ouroborous was a bright, deep red, almost as if someone had captured lifeblood in a still image. It's scales shimmered when Rodney turned the book in his hands, winking and shining at him as if they caught the light, but something was strange too- it was almost as if when he looked closely enough, he could see reflected images within the scales. Perhaps he was just imagining it, though- seeing images where facets only should be.

The Orouborous stared at Rodney with a bright yellow eye, it's gaze following him as he turned the book in his hands. It encouraged him, please read this book. If you want, you can crack open the spine and see what lays inside. I will always speak a good story- one that will intrigue you. One that will inspire you. One, if you so wish to identify with the characters inside, could be about you. Yes, you. A book about you, wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be fun?

The Ouroborous encircled a title, written in black text on a white field. The Parable, the book was titled. The pages themselves were nothing fancy, white, thick, hardy pages cut cleanly, the edges smooth and crisp. The book looked as if it had never been opened before- really, it didn't show any signs of age. How was this book supposed to be dangerous? If no one had read it before, it must be simply a collectible- unless Rodney's uncle meant that it was dangerous only because of how intriguing the possibility of reading it might be."

The voice didn't bother to hide himself in Rodney's thoughts, this time. He spoke, clearly ringing out in the room around Rodney's person, and after he was done repeating himself, he waited just a moment before he cleared his throat, the sound of someone shifting position playing out despite there being no one physically there.

"Well? Go on. Try it out." The voice promoted after a moment, clearly impatient in his expectation, his tone excited despite his professional restraint.

 

[GodlyDnD]

Rodney had been enrapt. There were some who seeing the city would enter it, but when they would want to leave later on they could not find the way. Those who were familiar with this city could, but if they had anything dear there they would not, knowing when they might leave they would not find their way in again. And more was said there that Rodney became aware that the writer telling these things about this city is there, or was there. And it was this writer telling it that knew the discreet one that no one there knew was actually the king there!

But the voice spoke to him. That familiar voice. He thought, I know that voice! He grabbed the book that had been brought to his attention. He looked at it carefully. He the spoke aloud, "I know you, don't I? Can't you tell me, I can't remember right now how I know you?" But as he looked at this book, it did seem interesting. Maybe it really was more interesting than what he would have kept reading from.

 

[GodlyDnD]

It kept being a distracting thought to Rodney about how the voice he heard was so familiar, even as he marveled at this newly found book in his hands. Where could he possibly have heard this same voice speaking to him, before? He had just come back from his attendance of the will being read, with his cousins there, right? And the voice was here now that he just came here. Why should it be familiar? Would he get the answer to what he asked?

But he opened this book at the opening, gingerly. He was sure this had not been looked through ever previously. Then his uncle could not have known of it. But how would it be here without him knowing it?

 

[GodlyDnD]

The text looked intimidating. Rodney's eyes quickly went to a weird picture shown opposite the text. Did that weird picture have anything to do with it? Oh my! Rodney went back to the table with it, where he had left the other book with the king in it, in a lost place, where he might sit, with the cushioning for his arms. That other book had him somewhat interested. Did he really want to go on with this one that had at first intimidated him, with having the weird picture in it too?