|Posted by Marissa Petal on February 8, 2014 at 1:00 PM|
"Anna." Boris said calmly. I ignored him. I was staring at the cracked sidewalk in front of me, hugging my knees to my chest tightly. "Anna." He had repeated, slowly knelting beside me. He gently placed a hand on my back, brushing away a few strands of my hair. "My.... My childhood..." I muttered. "Those memories will return. I promise." He said softly. "It appears the closer we get, the more she starts to forget." Vanessa said a few feet behind us. "Then let's go back to Wizard City. Forget that everything ever happened." I pleaded. "You know we can't do that. Living in Wizard City and forgetting will be worse. Much worse." Boris said. "How can that be worse?" I asked with a scoff. "You'll forget who you are. Your name, your birthplace. Heck, even what you're good at. You'll forget about Vanessa and I. If you go into the spirit realm, you'll remember everything. Even us." He said calmly. I looked at Boris, at his eyes. "Why do you seem broken?" I asked. Boris gave me a sad smile, "Things in life can break us. We just need to pick up the pieces and put them back together." His hand found mines, and gently held it, as if it were made of glass, "Come on, let's get started." He said, changing the subject as he pulled me up into a standing position.
The library was a total wreck. Books were burned, pages were ripped, pillars were broken. Fragments of everything were sprawled all over the floor. "Libraries shouldn't die like this...." Boris said with sadness in his voice. "Boris, you can go mourn over libraries later. Come on." Vanessa said, walking towards some shelves that were a short distance away, Boris right on her heels.
"Anna...." A voice said. I looked around. My vision wasn't blacking out. "Anna...." It repeated. I pinched my arm. Yup, no vision. There was a glowing figure nearby, and I had to hold back a scream. It was an old man, with white hair and bright blue eyes. He wore standard Dragonspyre gear and held a staff. "Anna, thank Bartleby you're alive." He said with relief. "But I'm not alive..." I answered. He gave me a confused look, "But you're here, in a flesh, not as a soul." I shook my head, "I'm a lost soul..." The man's eyes seemed hurt and disappointed, almost broken, "Your parents will be sad to hear this..." "My parents...." I echoed. "Anna, don't you remember me?" He asked with concern. "I've been forgetting my past recently." I answered sheepishly. "I'm Milos. Milos Bookwyrm. Remember?" He asked, his eyes were glittering with hope, which quickly dissolved when I shook my head.
"Anna?" Boris called out, "Who are you talking to?" "Milos." I answered. Boris's head poked out of the maze of shelves before he quickly rushed to my side, "Anna, I hate to break it to you, but there's nobody else in here except for us." He said politely. "You really are dead.... The living can't see me, but yet, you can see me." Milos said with utter disbelief. I glanced at Milos for a second before looking at Boris again, "He's a ghost..." I answered. "A ghost..." Boris echoed. "Does he know a shortcut to The Crown of Fire?" "As a matter of fact, I do." Milos answered, "You need to through The Plaza of Conquest, the Necropolis, and into Dragonspyre Academy. From there, into the Crystal Grove and find a tent. In that tent, you need to retrieve green crystals. They are enchanted to teleport you to the Crown of Fire." He paused for a moment, "Do you remember the way, Anna?" "No." I answered. Milos started to walk over to the librarian's desk and I followed, leaving a confused Boris behind. Milos then tried to pick up a scroll, but had no such luck. Without a word, I quickly picked it up before he tried again, opening it, and before me was the map of Dragonspyre. "The map will change along with way. It will give you fast shortcuts." Milos said as I inspected it. "Thank you, Milos." I said politely, rolling up the scroll, "I'm sorry I don't remember you. I'm sure I will when I return." Milos gave me a sad smile, "It's alright, my dear. I will see you soon. Good luck."