Being engrish is suffering ;_;
That being said, I came with a new chapter, I hope you like it and if you find any errors please tell me so I can improve my skills :3
Unsurprisingly, the sleep eluded me. I wasn?t able to even close my eyelids all night. What is going on? Of course, Jakob promised to help. But were his words honest? He acted so strangely when I entered the library?
And why was he so startled when I entered the room? Maybe something was wrong with the book?
The book!
Yes, the book could bring some light into the dark entanglement of my thoughts.
But what if it doesn?t?
At the very least it could be just another pagan book, another book of which I don?t know anything about.
Maybe it was one of the satanic books that were confiscated from Mirjam Maurer, the witch. I was involved in her trial, yet I never saw any of the books that she was accused to read?
But even if it were one of those books, that wouldn?t help me free Anna. Or maybe it would? Wouldn?t it be best if I just tried to free her? She wasn?t really possessed by the Old Dragon, was she?
These questions kept me awake all night. Father, what is going on?
But perhaps that book could help me- No. That book will surely help me, or at least it won?t do me any more wrong?
Quietly I walked the silent hall that leaded to the library, trying not to awaken anyone.
But I couldn?t get rid of the doubts haunting me. What if the book was truly evil? I have been trained for this; I should be able to face and resist any evil force.
Carefully I enter the library and headed to the place where Jakob was reading.
It wasn?t hard to find the book, as very little people besides Jakob enter the library and everything was exactly like last night.
As I picked it up I could notice that it was old, very old. And the smell cleansed me of any doubts; this book was evil, just evil!
I opened it. Attached to the internal part of the sheath was a triangular piece as big as a hand that looked like it was made out of a kind of metal.
I skimmed through the pages; I could not understand a word of what was written inside. The words seemed to be written in a language that I couldn?t comprehend. But near the half there were a few scrawled words. It was apparent that they were written a long time after the book, but even if I could understand the words they did not make any sense to me:
?Many ways lead to Rome. Seven times a path for all that leads towards a realm past beyond our imagination.?
If there was someone that could understand it, it certainly wasn?t me. I kept glancing through the book. The voice of reason in my head kept asking me why I was doing that, it kept telling me that I shouldn?t be doing this, that I will be damned for reading this unholy book. But I needed to keep searching through it, searching to find something else that I could understand, something that could help me.
As I was skimming through the pages a piece of paper fell to the ground. I left the book to my side and picked it up. It was a letter? from a man that called himself Knowledge to? Mirjiam Maurer!
Now I knew what kind of book it was, but I couldn?t stop reading now that I was on the verge of finding the truth. I started reading the letter; admittedly I wasn?t feeling very comfortable while reading it, as it was something very private, and obviously not destined to me.
?Dear Miss Maurer:
I had been informed by a welsh merchant that you have acquired a certain tome from him. I wanted to inform you that said book was stolen from me, and that I wish to retrieve it.
I am therefore notifying you that I shall come to visit you sometime during the summer in hopes of finally recovering my book. I am willing to offer monetary compensation for your aid.
Until we meet.?
Admittedly I was somewhat confused. I had expected something different of a witchcraft book. Disappointed, I decided to place the book back where I had picked it up. Noticing that the sun had not rose yet, I went back to my chamber to rest a little, despise the fact that I could not close an eye at all. Maybe I could find something the next day.
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It must had being around eight in the morning, when I was washing my hands in the fountain. Yet no matter how hard I washed them, the black stains on the tip of my fingers did not disappeared.
Was it the Black Death, crawling inside the walls of the monastery? The thought frightened me, but soon that fear dissipated from my head. Someone was calling me from behind.
I turned and I saw Jakob. He hugged me, apologizing for what happened last night.
?I?m sorry Gabriel. I hope I didn?t make you think that I was angry at you. I was just? absorbed in my readings. I hope you can forgive me.?
I sighted in relief; he wasn?t holding any grudges against me. And he couldn?t be irritated for me entering the library furtively at night, for he had no means of knowing that I did so and that I have read something that was probably secret. Or so I thought, for he then grabbed my hands while frowning.
?You have been in the library without permission!? He shouted.
And then I knew what the black stains were, the book had been marked so no one could read the book clandestinely.
?You have disappointed me, Gabriel. You have abused my confidence and read the forbidden book.
Go to the chapel and pray for forgiveness. He is merciful, and perhaps He can forgive the one that broke a sacred rule of a monastery.?
Jakob then left, reciting a prayer with his rosary in one hand.
I fell to the ground. I had lost the closest thing to a friend that I have had because of my own sinful desires... A part of me knew that this would happen and tried to warn me, but I didn?t listen?
But I followed Jakob?s advice anyways and headed to the chapel to pray.
A few moments after I entered the chapel a loud noise startled me. Suddenly the doors of the chapel were open and a large number of soldiers entered in the holy house. With them was Jakob, who was looking down to the floor.
The soldiers tried to arrest me but I resisted.
?Jakob! Please! Help me!?
But he did not do anything, he kept sanding there staring down to the floor.
?Jakob! Plea-
I wasn?t able to finish, one of the soldiers struck a blow to the back of my head, which left me unconscious.
That was the last time I saw Jakob.
