The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter VII | Part 2

They entered into a round room, mimicking the great opera auditoriums that Synthia and Caleb had seen before. The curved walls were lined with thousands of shelves, where stacks and stacks of books were set. In the center of the room were some tables, big enough for a community to have their seats.

Caleb gaped as his eyes ran across the room, darting with excitement through the literary pieces to be read. Synthia studied with amusement the way that the library was built, how between the tops of the shelves and a couple of symmetrical arches they held the dome that topped the entire room. Tyler, instead, laid his eyes on a different aspect of his room. His eyes seemed to be lit with golden excitement but yet with deep sorrow. He methodically watched the golden statues around the room, ran his eyes over the expensive chairs and sofas that adorned the outer edges of the floor.

Synthia and Caleb both knew, without the need to ask, that Tyler was thinking of the wealth inside the room. All the years sleeping on cold park benches and eating whatever he could scrape off of the wealthier people's plates was stabbing his soul, now that he was encased in a room of such luxury.

They walked to the center of the room, where Anaya stopped took place to the head of one of the tables.

"Bring me The Great Grimoire." She clapped at the air, almost like ordering a waiter.

The walls of the room started to shake, a gust of wind filling the room in spirals, turning the leaves of open books and going through every inch of the library. All of a sudden the wind stopped and a book fell out of a shelf to the far back.

For a brief second, it fell straight to the ground, giving into gravity. But then, before it could hit the ground, the same gust of wind picked it up. The heavy book soared through the air with the apparent weight of a feather, spiraling and spinning until it landed with a deadly aim on the table before them.

Anaya smiled widely, looking pleased with herself.

Synthia, Tyler, and Caleb didn't have such reaction.

"Bloody," said Synthia.

"Freaking," added Caleb.

"Hell," concluded Tyler.

Anaya, with the most serene expression plastered on her face, proceeded to ignore their comment.

"This is the ancient book known as The Great Grimoire. Its author is unknown, yet we speculate that it comes from the children of three gods of magic who lived during the dawn of time." Her eyes were gloomy while she explained, her hands hovering over the book's simple dark red cover.

"Gods?" Asked Synthia.

Anaya's mouth fell open in an expression of pity. "You truly are oblivious to the reality that you exist in, huh?"

"Or maybe you're just straight up psychiatric?" Tyler waved his hand in front of himself in a dramatic motion.

In spite of the dreadful glare Synthia shot Tyler, Anaya rolled her eyes and continued her lecture.

"I'll start from the very beginning, then. Buckle up, 'cause I'm about to tell you the true story of everything."

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"At the beginning of time, the very start of existence itself, there was only one entity. It was everything and yet nothing, neither big nor small, insignificant to itself but to us, the most important thing to ever exist.

"Through the eons, it has been known by many names. Ginnungagap, the Void, Nothingness, even God. For the sake of our story, we'll remember it by the most used. Chaos. But you must understand that it was not proper to the evil connotation Chaos has nowadays, for the nature of this entity was the most neutral there has ever been.