@shadowdreamt : Grimoire Weiss
Cyrus wandered down the rows of bookshelves, enjoying his time perusing through books and tomes of every colour and size. Golden sunlight poured through the grand windows, setting the drifting dust in the air afire and gilding the polished dark wood of the shelves. The warm touch of the sun’s rays filled the air with the smell of leather and old parchment and a thousand things to be learnt. Oh, how that smell made him feel at home.
The library was especially quiet today, and not a soul joined him in this particular section. He enjoyed the peaceful solidarity, eyes drifting over the spines of hundreds of texts. Some he recalled reading before, picking out a few to refresh his memory of their contents. Others he had yet to read, scanning over their blurbs and the first few pages, deciding whether to add them to his mental list to investigate later, whenever he felt so inclined.
He was looking for no one thing in particular - looking to pass the time more than anything. And so, he found himself in the arcane section, looking for any sort of magic tome to catch his eye.
Eventually, one did. Stowed away at the very end of one of the shelves, bound in dark black leather and decorated in white silver, it sat obscured in shadow. Curious, Cyrus carefully pulled it from the shelf. The cover bore no title. Not even an author. The silver patterning was masterfully intricate, beautifully framing a rather somber looking face on its front. He ran his fingers over the metalwork, shimmering with an almost unearthly quality. Intrigued, he gently opened the cover to reveal pure white pages. Flicking through, though written in a tongue he could make little sense of, it was clear that it detailed the use of magics the likes of which he’d never seen before. And of a rather dark sort, it seemed.
Looking around, no sound but his heartbeat in his ears, he knew that he had to find a way to translate the tome immediately. Oh, what mysteries such a grand tome could possibly hold!