Gormiti| A new age | fanfic

The Library

The sun rose for the next morning and its light shone through the windows of the room Bohoja and the kids were all in. Ikor was the first to wake up as the sun shined a bit in his eyes. He slowly sits up and yawns then turns to his friends only to be met with a foot. Erron had found himself on top of Bohoja buried in his thick fur. Ikor rolled his eyes and pushed Erron's leg back up. Trek was curled up on the pillowed covered floor snoring loudly. Riff was lying next to Trek under some blankets, and in his position it looked as if he had been holding something. And Aoki—

Ikor: Wait where is Aoki?
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Aoki: Is this the Library?

Jidoja: Yes it is.

The light guardian was with the Guardians of History. She had slept restlessly that night, despite the reassurance from the boys. It did help for sure, but the questions still swirled in her mind and kept her up. She stood in front of a large pair of doors, though not as big at the ones at the entrance. Bohoja could fit through them with ease.

Aoki: Whoa ... big.

Jidoja: Heh, Come child. If you want to know more about yourself, now's the time.

Aoki: Okay...

The young guardian follows her senior through the doors and gasp. The massive room that was lined with larger thick shelves filled with books.

Aoki: Amazing... there are so many books.

Jidoja: This is the library for the Guardians of History my dear. They hold the history of every realm in our universe.