Books [RP Fiction]
Part One: The Boy in the Library
“Mariah, herself, was driven mad by the knowledge she possessed....What makes you think you can manage what Mariah couldn't?”
Duncan regarded the boy he speaking to him. The boy, Duncan already couldn't remember his name, a clerk at the Britain Library whom Duncan had never seen before, was helping him find some books. The boy had done something he probably shouldn't have, and had pried into why Duncan was seeking such ancient, lost, dark knowledge.
The boy couldn't have known that Duncan already had read things far, far darker than anything that could be found at the Britain Library.
But at any rate Duncan had been honest – it was simply easier than lying. He was seeking knowledge to try and understand the threats Britannia faced. He hadn't disclosed that he was part of the effort to fight it, but he hadn't been asked. Good thing too, because if he had been asked he would've had to have lied, and lies, Duncan always said, can get messy.
“Mariah had help going mad, as I recall,” Duncan answered. “And I don't. For me it's just me and the books.”
“So the rumor goes....”
“Makes sense, don't it? Experienced mage like Mariah, a legend, really...Mere knowledge wouldn't've gotten to 'er like that.”
“For your sake, Sir, I hope not.” Then the boy walked away.
Duncan sighed and regarded the pile of books the boy had brought him. Nothing obviously special, but one cannot always obviously judge books by their covers. Duncan began to leaf through them and, after far too many hours, discovered that, unfortunately, in this instance, these particular books could indeed be judged by their covers. There was nothing in these books he had not encountered already. In much more detailed form.
By the time he had confirmed his initial impressions, it was late. Nothing ever really closed in Britain but there were no remaining patrons there, save Duncan.