Hey guys! :D Wewt new installment <3

I know I haven't posted in like 2 months but that's because al my spare time I've been putting into my book. Okay, maybe I was on Gaiaonline for awhile too, but hey! -_-;; Anyways, so I'm up to about chapter ten in my book...each chapter is about 8 MSword pages, with translated to about 16 in book form. I'm very excited. :3 Now that summer is here I have a ton of time to finish up writing the first book. It's like my lifeblood. I pretty much sleep, eat and breathe my books. Every spare second I have is translated into coming up with new plots of story lines and writing it all down...which is rather tedious considering what a perfectionist I am D: lol, anyways, here ya go, a little more of the book to satiate your appetites. :3

But really, I know pretty much nobody views this blog...I just don't care :D


Okay, so this is the actual beginning of the book, but it's a little bit boring compared to the epicness of the battle I just wrote about in the intro because it's just about Allen... oh well. ^_^ Enjoy!
-SCENE 1 (Birth)-

-CHAPTER 1-

Allen Collins sat at his desk in Virginia High school, half awake and barely taking in what his AP European teacher was saying. Something something…monarchy project…something…due Monday…something…blah. How had he even gotten into this class? Oh… right. His mom had pushed his last Global teacher until he’d finally recommended him for it. Yeah—thanks mom. It wasn’t like he wanted to be in this stupid class anyways… Besides, who cared that it was Advanced Placement instead of regular European history? I mean, Come on. It’s was just two little letters anyways! An A and a P. Why did having those on his report card really matter all that much? Eh. Whatever. It’s not like he was planning on going to Harvard or anything. His light blue eyes drifted out the window to the trees rustling in the warm breeze and the heat waves rising off the cars baking in the sun. Why are people so interested in history anyways…? It’s dead; gone. People shouldn’t worry so much about the past. The present is what it is; they should just live for the future.
Oops, that was the bell.
Huh. Wonder how long Teach has been talking for?
He shrugged. Oh well. He’d just catch up on the project with Conner tonight. Hey- that what friends are for, right? Swapping agendas and copying homework. He chuckled to himself as he grabbed his books and headed to algebra.

Back at home though, Allen found there was more than one flaw in that plan. Conner apparently had to leave school early to get to the airport in time to catch a plane to Manhattan. Turned out his Aunt just found out she had stomach cancer and Conner’s mom wanted the whole family to go visit her before chemo started. So, right now, Conner was somewhere over Pennsylvania, probably trying desperately to ignore the screaming baby in the row behind him while simultaneously attempting to hold a subliminally provocative conversation with the pretty girl in the window seat. LoL…he could totally picture that happening. It would be so like Conner too. Ignoring what was wrong in his life and replacing it with big dreams and impossible, eccentric plans. Oh God, Conner. He thought. Don’t go getting yourself mugged in New York, dude.

But, getting back to reality here, he really did have to find out what was up with that freaking Euro report. Cause, if he didn’t get his priorities straight for the night, he knew he’d end up playing Half-life tm or something on his computer till two in the morning. Like last Tuesday. Man, he’d learned never to do that again. Three hours sleep just did NOT cut it for school. Anyways, he had to call somebody or something. Otherwise he was gonna have absolutely no idea what they were supposed to do. Problem was, he really didn’t remember the names of anybody else in his Euro class. Usually that was the period he just zoned out in. It was two periods after his lunch, so he had a bad habit of dozing off. Basically, he was in a jam. He didn’t know who to call and for God’s sake he was NOT calling his teacher. Nope, he was just gonna chill till tomorrow and ask for, like, maybe a project grading sheet or something… Wait a second-- teach definitely passed something out in class today. Maybe-? He opened up his history binder and rifled through the contents. Yup, there it is. He thought pulling out a crinkled piece of paper. Coolio. He could totally do this now. Okay, where to start? Monarch project…120 points…blah blah blah…wait—what!? What the hell?? 120 points!? That’s like…two test grades put together! WTF!? he thought reading on. Crap. Well…okay, maybe this isn’t THAT bad… he decided. All he needed to do was type up a five hundred word essay on…Let’s see…the structure of an absolutist monarchy and the most famous examples of it. Alright, he could do that. He just needed to go to Google real quick and find some good articles to glean facts off of.
Unfortunately, as he booted up his computer-- the pride of his possessions which he had spent hundreds on turning into a lean, mean, gaming machine—he found out that it wouldn’t load Microsoft. Great. Well, now his only choice was to go to the library or something. Sheesh, that was, like, WAY too old-school for his tastes. He had other things to do for God’s sake! But…he really did need to do this project on time; his AP European grade was slipping farther than he would’ve liked. It seemed he really didn’t have a choice. It was May now, and he only had a few precious weeks to get his grades up before they were set in stone. He supposed that explained why the assignment was worth so much. He was only 15 and couldn’t drive yet, and nobody was home right now, so he took his bike instead. His light brown hair disappeared as he shoved on a crimson baseball hat. He put up the kickstand and sped down the driveway headed north.

He glanced at the houses as he passed them by; the sky blue house with the white trimming, with the swing set in the backyard and a beer cooler in the garage… The cookie-cutter housing complex that boasted it’s eco-friendly designs, that people flocked to get closer to nature; the one that they’d cut down most of the forest to build. The park where the little children played in the sandboxes and the homeless men slept at night. The sign that proclaimed in large, bold letters,
“Welcome to West Virginia, the greatest place on Earth!”.

He really had no idea why he knew how to get to the library; it wasn’t like he actually went there or anything. He was a jock through and through; he wore his favorite sky blue jersey— lucky number forty-eight—almost every day, and had a thing for twisting his cap backwards. Well, okay, maybe his obsession with sci-fi computer gaming didn’t exactly fit the stereotype, but still. Pedaling at light speed, he reached his destination in no time. He sighed with relief as he opened the door and was met by a rush of cool air. Man that felt good. Walking around a little he found a section on historical novels, but he didn’t really see anything that could help him. It was a small library anyways, just one of the little dusty buildings so typical of small towns. He rolled his eyes and went up to the front desk.

“Hey, do you, like…have some really old books? No—I mean, like, about the Middle Ages ‘n stuff.”
The librarian looked him in square in the eyes and cocked her head. She was a pretty girl, and looked to be a few years older than him. He got lost in her big brown eyes and they stood quietly regarding each other for a moment.
“Oh—you mean around the 1400’s?”
“Uh...yeah. Research project.” He explained.
“I see…” she answered digging around in a drawer. “Here’s a key to the back room—it’s where they—we--keep the public records, but I think there are some shelves with out of date books there too. If you couldn’t find what you were looking for out front then it might be in there.” She said pleasantly, handing him a big old-fashioned key that looked like it could be a hundred years old or so. Knowing this town, that was quite possible. Sometimes it felt like you could get lost in this place, turn the wrong corner and end up in the 17th century. He grabbed it out of her outstretched palm, which was unusually cold.

Allen walked to the back of the library and found a doorknob that looked to be in the same disrepair as the key. Turning it in the lock, the door swung open and he nearly coughed up a lung from the dust. Jeez—did they ever come back here and clean since this place got bought!? It was actually pretty creepy… the only light was one of those really crappy old single bulb fixtures with a rusty pull chain in the middle of the room. He practically tripped over the piles of books trying to get to it. Pulling the string, the light flickered on and off a few times before it finally stayed lit. After taking a good look around he found a bookcase with ‘out of print’ scrawled on a yellowed piece of ratty masking tape stuck sideways on the topmost shelf. Scanning the titles with his fingers, he picked out a few that might help him. After a few minutes of him flipping the pages, the librarian came in again; long orange hair bouncing and the ruffles on her light blue dress rippling, and she asked politely if he had found anything of use. Yes; possibly, he replied. “That’s good.” She smiled warmly. He blushed. She was kinda cute… she turned to leave, but part of him secretly wanted her to stay. “Um—“he said, fumbling around for a topic of conversation; anything to keep her here a little longer. His eyes darted around the room trying to find something interesting to talk about. His gaze rested upon a big glass case in the corner; inside lay a gigantic old book with tattered edges and a leather binding. “…What’s in that case over there?” he asked her. “That? Oh. That used to be on display in the front a long time ago, but the woman who worked here lost the key to the case, so they--we decided to keep it back here. The book in there used to be the pride of the library because it was so old…but nobody really has any idea what it’s about because nobody’s ever tried to get it open since the locks really old too. I guess it’s just gonna sit there until somebody finds a way to get it open.” She shrugged. “But hey; if you can find the key I bet… my employer… will let you take a look at it.”
“Oh. Huh.” He said. “That’s kind of…creepy, but sure, I could totally help you look for it sometime.” Any excuse to spend time with her was a good excuse. “You know what?” she said laughing, “That sounds like fun. We should get together sometime.” He couldn’t tell if she was just egging him on or if she was being totally serious, but her voice was so sweet it melted any doubts he had. He sat there in a trance until she walked away giggling and twirling one of the strange of her hair; her foot kicking up the edge of the dirty green carpet. The sound of the door shutting brought him back to the present. He walked over to the corner and brushed away the dust. It looked like the book had been through Hell and back; the cover was dirty and it seemed as though if you touched it the thing would just disintegrate. He bent down and examined the case. It was really weird looking, part wood and part glass, with a sturdy but rusted metal frame holding it together. He ran his finger across the little golden plaque—‘The Lost Tome’ it read. Oh wow. That was certainly informative he thought laughing to himself.
As he stepped back to leave, he tripped on the edge of the carpeting and knocked into a bookcase. One of the larger books fell from the shelf and hit him on the head as he stumbled forward.
He awoke in a daze a few minutes later, unsure of what had just happened. He’d fallen down underneath the podium shaped case when he had been knocked unconscious. He looked up wondering if he’d gotten a concussion from this, and suddenly noticed a little cut out hole on the underneath the case. The bottom part of the case was made of wood, and it looked like somebody had cut a big chunk out of it for no reason. Huh. That’s weird he thought getting to his feet. He brushed some of the dust off his clothes and peered under the case. He cocked his head and stuck his finger up underneath it, feeling around beneath the velvet cloth inside the display case. His finger touched something cold and metallic, and he grasped it and worked it out of the hole. In his hand he held a rusty little key. Attached to it on a string was a little tag with a nothing but a simple pentagram. He raised his eyebrows. Okaaaay… that’s a little…odd… he thought. Wait-
He stuck it into the little key hole on the case. It went in all the way; he turned it to the left. It didn’t get far in that direction. He turned it to the right.
Click.
The top swung open.
Whoever worked there before had hidden the key themselves.

Totally forgetting about the project he was supposed to be researching for, Allen grabbed the book and raced out to show the librarian.
She was nowhere to be found.
He called out for her a few times but she did not answer. He looked down at the book in his arms. At first he was just using the excuse of finding it to get closer to her; she was a pretty little thing, but now he was genuinely curious. He really did want to see what was written in there. Well...she had said he could take a look at it if he found the key so…

Shrugging, he walked out of the building with it and pedaled back home.
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