Nagan | Broken Time Series: Book One

Chapter 33

Warning: A kinda strong word(all in comic relief though) and a kinda long rant at the end of the chapter.

Nagan growled in frustration and slammed another book back into the shelves. There was nothing here about that book! Absolutely nothing! You'd think if it was so important there'd at least be records!

He huffed once more and hit his back against the shelf, crossing his arms and glared up at the ceiling watching his now bright grey orb orbit around a rich red light. It was only a section of the first floor he had searched, but that didn't mean he couldn't get frustrated so soon. By now he knew exactly where to look when researching something of interest, but the most obvious places where information about some codex would be just wasn't there. He searched from dragons to mind control to ancient magics, even rattled through the source pages to see if it had been cited anywhere! The Code of Drakarmir just didn't seem to exist. He scrunched his nose in distaste. Perhaps the hooded man said some gibberish to throw him off.

Wait a second.

Why was there that red orb in the library? Who else was awake at nearly 6 in the morning?

The room was unusually quiet, no hum in the air, so that must have meant...

There was a slight chuckle to his right, and Nagan snapped his head in that direction. There stood Master Dagmire with an amused smile and a sort of fondness in his eyes. A look that Nagan had become accustomed to while learning under one of the strongest Dragonmages of this time. "Not finding what you're looking for, I assume?"

Nagan bit his cheek and pretended to scowl further. He knew Master Dagmire would offer his help in a heartbeat which was something Nagan couldn't afford. Instead, he sighed dramatically, knowing his teacher wouldn't suspect a thing with the act. There wasn't much of a need to act anyways. He was frustrated. So very frustrated and overwhelmed. Frustrated about not finding a single thing, frustrated about being dragged into something that could've been avoided if he wasn't so foolish, and most of all, frustrated that he couldn't cry for the help he knew he desperately needed. It had been a while since he felt so powerless and alone.

"Sort of," Nagan said after a few seconds of thinking of a cover story. "I'm looking for more information about time magic, but all I get is a bunch of theories and long, complicated incantations that absolutely no one could ever say without wanting to strangle their own tongue! My father's work may be incomplete since it was apparent he couldn't sit still long enough to write a coherent thought, but whoever else is studying it must be direct relatives to baboons!"

His rant drew out barks of laugher from Master Dagmire. "Oh come now, Nagan. Don't be too harsh on others. Not everyone is gifted with rare sources of magic."

"Well if it's something they could never fully understand, then why waste time on it in the first place?" He threw his hands in the air before sighing and turning sharply to Master Dagmire who was still chucking quietly at him. Nagan narrowed his eyes at him before asking incredulously, "What?"

Master Dagmire waved his hand as if signally denial to his amusement at his student's expense. "Nothing, nothing. It's just refreshing to hear such blunt logic. There are far too many dreamers in this world, so once you hear someone point out all the faults, you can't help but laugh a bit. Just remember to keep an open enough mind to be flexible, young one."

He gently ruffled Nagan's hair, much to the other's displeasure, before turning back towards the library's entrance. "Come on, now. I have a few theories you may be interested in. Ones that are practical enough for your taste," he teased which earned him a scoff. Though despite that, he heard the faint steps follow and soon caught the familiar blond head of hair step up beside him, pace matching perfectly.