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This part has no transformations in it. If you are looking for the
purely transformational stuff, go to part 2.
PART ONE: A STRANGE NEW WORLD
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"Man I'm going to fail this test."
I looked up from my textbook. My roommate, Marcus was leaning back in
his chair. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. I
shrugged. We both knew that studying for this test was impossible. But
we had to try to pass.
"Don't be so negative!" Macy sat up from the floor. Her notes were
sprawled everywhere. She flipped her red hair out of her face and
rolled her blue eyes at Marcus. "The reason you'll fail is that you
believe you're gonna fail."
He snorted. "Macy, you're going to fail too. You didn't even know there
was a test!"
"But I think I'll pass! Which is better than you!"
I laughed. "Macy, you know that we're all going to fail."
She pointed a finger at me, squinting her eyes. "Oh, of course, you
take his side, Andy!" I stood up and stretched. "Look...it's not about
sides. I don't understand the material. Marcus has skipped most of the
classes," Marcus nodded in agreement, "and you didn't know there was a
test. There's no way we are going to learn 12 chapters worth of
information. If we get lucky, we might get five."
Macy huffed in frustration, but she knew I was right. We had been
studying all afternoon, and still didn't know much. It was impossible.
It was like our teacher had purposely chosen chapters that we barely
knew anything about. Marcus said, "Fuck it," and grabbed his laptop. I
looked at him and asked, "Dude, what are you doing?"
"I'm finding the test. Our teacher is a massive dick, be he's lazy. I
bet he pulled the test from somewhere." Macy rolled her eyes. "We don't
have to cheat Marcus."
I shrugged. "It's not a bad idea. Unless we find answers, there's no
hope for us." Macy pursed her lips in disapproval. But before she could
say something else, Marcus threw his hands in the air. "I knew it!"
Both of us look at him. "You found it?"
He stood up, and said, "It's from an old test book, and it's in the
library downtown! Come on! The library closes in an hour!"
30 minutes later, we were downtown walking through the rain to the
library. I went to circulation and asked where the old test books would
be. After getting a suspicious look from the librarian, she wrote down
the section and we took off. Walking past the rows of books, I couldn't
help feeling like the library went on forever. There was no way it was
this big! Finally, we found the section, or where the section should
be. We were looking for section 258. There was a section 257 and a
section 259. The only thing between them was a metal door with a
nameplate that said, "258." We all looked at each other. Macy shrugged
and said, "Maybe it's in a preserved room?"
Marcus snorted. "Who would care so much about a test book? This doesn't
make any sense."
I said, "I think we got pranked. Maybe the librarian knew what we were
doing." Marcus walked up to the door, saying, "I'm finding that test
booklet. There's no way I'm failing this test. My jeans and socks are
soaked, I'll be damned if I make it this far on a prank." Macy giggled.
"It would be a pretty funny one."
Marcus opened the door and we all stepped through, me being the last
one. The minute I walked through the doorway, the door slammed behind
me. We all jumped, turning around in shock. I went to the door and
tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge! We were trapped inside!
The only light we had came from the crack under the door. Macy huffed.
"This is why we shouldn't cheat!"
"Oh, cheating is never the problem. A flawed educational system is."
We turned back around. I tried peering into the darkness ahead of us to
see where that voice came from, turning on the flashlight on my phone.
Suddenly, a man in a tweed jacket and bowtie walked up to us. His
mustache twitched as he adjusted his round glasses. "Well," he said,
"it has been some time since we've had visitors! I almost never check
this door anymore. Come along now, follow me!" He abruptly turned to
the right and began to walk. We all stood there dumbfounded. Who was
this guy? Macy looked at us and hurried after him. Marcus and I looked
at each other and began to follow as well. This stranger seemed to just
talk, regardless of anyone listening. "...three visitors in the
library. I thought she was losing her mind when she said we had three
visitors. We never get visitors! And to be so young! You're practically
children. But the library doesn't open for everyone, so what do I know?
I've only worked here for centuries."
Macy said, "Did you say centuries?"
He continued, "You should think I'd be given a heads up! This is my
workplace for crying out loud. But does she care? No! Of course not.
Old stone was just thinking of her self!"
I asked Marcus, "What are the odds this doesn't lead to us being
murdered?" Before he can answer, the stranger called out, "Generally,
there would be an 86.67% chance of you being murdered. But, having no
desire to kill anyone on such a blissfully rainy day, your chances are
much closer to 20%."
Macy said, "That's still a one in five chance we'll be killed."
"Correct!"
The stranger continued to walk and light began to come from ahead of
us. "Please, turn that blasted light off!" I did and we stepped through
a large walkway. All three of us gasped. It was a library. But it was
huge, bigger than a football field. The ceiling was hundreds of feet in
the air, each shelf was at least 5 stories tall, with walkways and
stairs in front of them. There were candles lighting the whole place,
yet it didn't feel too warm. My jeans dried immediately from the rain.
The stranger cleared his throat. "Ahem! There will be time for
sightseeing later! Follow me! This way!"
Marcus said, "Dude, what is this place?"
I laughed and said, "Section 258."
We followed the stranger to what seemed to be the epicenter of the
room. There were tables, lamps, and cozy looking couches. The man
turned to look at us. In better light, I could see he appeared to be in
his early 50's. He stroked his mustache. "Now! To business! My name is
Nicolas Flamel."
Macy said, "Like the philosopher? Seriously?"
He huffed, his mustache twitched. "I am an alchemist and sorcerer, you
disrespectful girl! Mind your manners and do not interrupt!"
I said, "But the real Nicholas Flamel lived in the 18th century."
"Yes, I did. And I am still alive. Can we move on?"
"Uhh, sure?"
"Very well! I am Nicholas Flamel. You have been invited to the Library.
This--"
Marcus said, "Dude, it's a public library. We just showed up."
Nicholas glared at us. "Stop. Interrupting. Me. Or I shall remove your
mouths!" We all looked at each other. "That's a weird threat," I said.
His face flushed red as he raised his hand to strike me.
"NICHOLAS! Be polite!" A warm voice echoed throughout the room.
Suddenly, the marble floor in front us shifted, rising up. It molded
itself like clay into the shape of a woman in an ancient-style dress.
She looked at Nicholas with her stone eyes. Even though she didn't have
pupils, she seemed furious. She scolded him, "How dare you treat me
guests like this?! I ought to have you swallowed up!" Nicholas didn't
flinch. "Alexandra, spare me the theatrics! These children need a
lesson!"
Macy spoke up. "We're not children! We're college students! And what
the fuck is happening right now?!" Marcus and I were shocked. Macy was
such a do-gooder, we had never heard her curse before. The closest she
got was "Darn." The stone woman turned to us and said, "My apologies.
Let us start again. My name is Alexandra, and I am this library."
Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but Alexandra raised a stone hand,
silencing him. "Please, let me explain. You came through the door to
section 258 into this library. That was no accident. I knew of your
coming, Macy Abshire, Marcus Chapman and Andrew Jonhson." How did she
know our names?
"As I said, I am the library in which you stand. This is the library of
Alexandria, Egypt, the collection of every book written. I know it
seems impossible, but consider that you are talking to a statue right
now, and bear with me. The man next to me is Nicholas Flamel, and yes,
he is from the 18th century, as you surmised. He is the actual
alchemist responsible for the Philosopher's Stone, a magical artifact
with the ability to turn lead into gold and grant everlasting life. It
is through this stone that he stands before you now. Nicholas works
here for me, even if he wishes it was more of a partnership. I brought
him here, similarly to as you were brought here and offered him the
opportunity I now offer to you."
I asked, "What kind of offer is that?"
She smiled at my question. "An offer to learn. That is what libraries
are for, learning. Each of you has a sense of wonder and excitement
that I rarely see anymore. I would like to guide you into the greatest
wonders of the world."
Marcus slowly said, "Wonders like what?" Alexandra lifted her hand, and
a blue flame came out of it. "Wonders like magic, something your world
has forgotten."
Macy said, "So you want us to become wizards? Like Harry Potter?"
Alexandra chucked. "No, I want you to become Librarians, protectors and
nurturers of the Library. And to do so, you will become sorcerers and a
sorceress, respectfully. A sorcerer uses energy to manipulate the world
around them. Some, called Magi use and specialize in illusions. Others,
like Nicholas here, use chemicals and science and are called
Alchemists. Some use the mind, are all called Psychics. Some use
spirits and are called Warlocks. Those who manipulate the elements are
called Wizards. But the overall term for those who use these energies
are called Sorcerers."
I asked, "So we will use magic?" Alexandra nodded. "I will show you how
to. If you desire."
Marcus said, "Ok, what's the catch?"
"You must leave your school and come to this one."
"You mean, we have to transfer from Bakers University to The Library of
Alexandria. How do we do that?"
"Do not worry about it for now. I will handle all things. You just must
be willing."
I looked at Marcus and Macy, and told Alexandra, "Give us a moment."
She nodded. I turned to my friends. "This is crazy, right?" Marcus
said, "I still think this is a dream or something."
Macy bit her lip. "I don't know guys. Would we give up everything to
come here? I'd rather just go back home."
I looked at her and said, "Ok, if this is really there is no way I am
going back to a boring life knowing that magic exists. I can't do that.
If it's fake, this is just some drug trip and we'll wake up in the
hospital." Marcus snorted. I said, "So do we do this?" They both nodded
in agreement. I stepped forward to Alexandra, saying, "Ok. We accept."
Suddenly, a stone bowl rose out of the ground and Nicholas stepped
forward. "Your agreement must be sealed."
Macy said, "Sealed? We just agreed!"
"I'm afraid a lot more is at stake here than just a transcript,
darling. You are diving into the world of secrets and those hidden from
others. Of magic and monsters, of conspiracies and legacies. Of kings
and powers beyond your imagination. You must swear to never use the
abilities to destroy the library or those in it." I twisted my mouth.
It made sense, but that bowl looked ominous. Nicholas pulled out a
long, deadly-looking knife and said, "It is to be sealed with your
life."
I said, "What?!"
"You must agree that if you are to attack the library, or pursue death
of a librarian, you will cease."
"I don't know about that--"
Nicholas grabbed my palm, quickly cutting open my hand. I gasped in
shock and Macy shrieked. But oddly, it didn't hurt. I looked at
Nicholas in surprise and wonder. He smiled. "A knife of my own
creation. Those cut with its blade feels no pain." I nodded in
amazement and watched as my blood poured into the bowl. Alexandra came
to me and grabbed my hand with her marble hands. I expected the marble
to be cool, but it felt warm and soft, like skin. She blew on the cut
and it immediately healed up leaving a clean, white scar about the
thickness of floss. Macy and Marcus got the same treatment. All of us
were looking at our palms when Macy asked, "So what now?"
Alexandra closed her eyes for a brief moment and said, "Your files have
been transferred from your university. Your parents all believe you
have accepted a prestigious fellowship in Egypt for the next year. I am
currently moving all of your belongings into your new housing area."
Marcus said, "New housing?"
Nicholas nodded and said, "This way," taking off down the main
corridor. We came to a door which he opened. We were standing outside
of the public library downtown. It was still raining outside. We had
come out of a side entrance. Nicholas said, "Always come through this
door. It is marked maintenance, and anyone without the mark of the
knife cannot come in." Alexandra stayed in the doorway, and said,
"Nicholas will take you to your new home. I will see you here in the
morning." The door closed as we stepped through. Nicholas looked at the
rainy sky and huffed, "The rain always messes up my tweed! Reaching
into his jacket he pulled out a marble and threw it toward the sky. The
rain suddenly stopped and the sun came out. He led us down the block to
a brownstone, street number 258. Marcus looked at it and said, "Section
258." Macy nodded. Nicholas opened the door, ushering us in. He said,
"Now. You must tell no one of what you do, or where you work. If anyone
asks, you all work at the public library as researchers. There are
plenty of documents to back that up. Each of you has rooms with all of
your belongings. On your bed is your assigned reading for the night.
Make sure you have read them before sunrise. Come to the Library at
7:30 sharp. Do not be late," he glared at Marcus. And with that, he
left. We trudged upstairs, each finding our rooms. Each room not only
had our belongings, but it was styled after our preferences. Mine was a
simple room with a low-sitting bed, draws and a desk. Macy's was pink
and grey with an eloquent queen bed and armoire. Marcus' room had a
classic bed with blue walls and a dresser. Each room had a walk-in
closet, but we had to share the bathroom. On my bed, there was a stack
of books. Picking them up I saw some of the titles: The Nth Dimension;
The Basics of Magica; Understanding The Hidden World; Beginner's Latin.
I groaned. This was a lot to read for one night! Grabbing my headphones
and the first book, I began to read.
The next morning, we made it to the library at 7:29. As I opened the
door, Nicholas said, "Cutting it close students!"
Marcus groaned. "We would have been early if somebody hadn't needed to
shower twice!"
Macy said, "I touched a dead mouse! It was disgusting!"
Alexandra appeared before us, holding up her stone hand to silence us.
She said, "There is much to cover, and not enough time. Let us begin.
As you know now from your reading last night, magical energy not only
exists here, but it exists everywhere, including inside of you three.
You each have magical potential, but as it is for most humans, it is
very small. However, every day that you are here, it will grow. Being
in the presence of magic gives you more potential. Also, as you train
in magic, you will be able to use more of it."
Nicholas added, "There are several ways to obtain magic and grow your
abilities. The one we will focus on is through teaching and training.
However, there are others as well. Magical energy can be absorbed from
others. However, this is a dark practice and should never be done as it
is thievery and deadly. The third method is to summon the magic of a
creature. Though this is by far the easier method, it is the most
dangerous."
Marcus asked, "Why is it dangerous?"
"Imagine you summon the magic held by a once powerful dragon, one of
the most powerful magical beings. Sure, you would be a great sorcerer
inability, but you have a strong chance of receiving traits of the
dragon as well. Dragons, not known for intelligence, are extremely
primal. By summoning and taking on its magical abilities, you would
most likely drive yourself into an animalistic rage, becoming a
mindless predator. You could even become a dragon yourself." That
sounded really bad.
Alexandra said, "And this is why we have decided to train you. Enough
chat. Let us begin."
And we did.
We spent the whole morning sitting at a table as Alexandra lectured us
on the concepts of magic itself. I now saw why they had us read last
night. Alexandra didn't like repeating herself, but she also knew
exactly what we needed to be explained. After a brief lunch break,
Nicholas trained us in magical practice. We were each given a set of
spells and began to work down the list. We all had to slide a quarter
off the table. Nicholas demonstrated with a flick of his pinky, but
when we tried it took tons of energy to move the coin even a fraction
of a millimeter. Before we knew it, it was 7:30 that night. We dragged
our exhausted bodies to our home, not even speaking to each other. When
I got to my room, I saw more books on my bed. I heard Marcus groan,
knowing he found the same pile. We had more reading to do.
This became our routine. Every day, even on weekends, we went to the
Library. Alexandra taught us concepts, Nicholas taught us practices. We
read at home. We were learning. We learned dead languages, from Latin
to Sanskrit. We were studying the human body, the alignment of our
chakras. We even studied physics and calculus. Days turned into weeks,
weeks into months. Three months in, I finally pushed my quarter across
the table. Panting and wiping the sweat from my forehead, I cheered.
Marcus gave me a high five. He slid is quarter across the table that
morning. Macy was getting close with hers.
When we went home that night, we found ourselves discussing the only
topic worth discussing: magic. Macy was arguing with us over the use of
psychic pronunciation. "But if we can think it, then we don't have to
say it out loud!" I shook my head. "But we still have to pronounce the
word correctly. Even mentally." She wagged her finger. "But if I'm
summoning the magic from myself, I know what word I'm trying to say,
regardless of how I may say it."
Marcus rolled his eyes picking up his box of takeout. He said, "That's
too many extra steps. You might as well still learn it properly." These
debates happened more and more. We argued Latin over Sanskrit, Magi vs
Psychics, elemental fire or Greek fire. We didn't know it, but we were
becoming experts.
As time went on, Marcus and I became competitive. We always tried to
best each other. If I mastered levitation, he would learn how to
disappear. He mastered turning water into ice, and I turned stone into
a diamond. We pushed each other forward. Macy seemed to always
struggle to keep up. We offered to help, but she refused. "I need to
figure this out. Once I do, I'll show you!" she always said. There were
nights that she would spend studying. After we went to sleep. I could
hear her chanting through the wall. Marcus and I were concerned. Macy
was caring less and less about her appearance. Her hair was frazzled,
bags under her eyes. Many times we came to the Library in the morning
to find her still there, practicing or studying. She wasn't eating, she
wasn't sleeping. I was afraid she was going insane.
One night, I was woken up with a banding on my door. It was thrown open
as Macy called out, "Andrew! Get up! I've got to show you something!
Marcus, get your ass up!" Groaning, I stumbled out of bed. I looked at
my phone. It was 4:30 in the morning! Marcus shuffled next to me, his
har pressed on one side of his face. He looked at me and said, "I'll
kill her, you dump the body." I grunted in agreement. We made our way
into our living room where Macy was pacing, murmuring to herself. Her
eyes were bloodshot. She pounded the books she was holding with her
finger and looked at us. "This is it! This is the answer! I found it! I
knew it!"
Marcus held his hands up and said, "Slow down speedy, what did you
find?" She looked at us with a deranged smile. "How to summon the magic
of a being." I shook my head and wiped the crud from my eyes. "Macy,
you know this is dangerous." She snorted. "Sure, if you're an idiot who
is stupid enough to use a dragon or something. Be you don't have to use
a dragon. There are other creatures. There are humans!"
Marcus said, "So your plan is to summon the magic of another sorcerer?"
She shook her head. "No, you need to think bigger than that."
Marcus looked blankly at her. She shoved her book in our faces. There
was an illustration of an elf-like creature. "One of these!" she
exclaimed.
I slowly said, "An elf."
She nodded vigorously. "Technically, it's a fae. But elves count too!
They used to be human, but they had so much magical potential that it
changed their very DNA. The same for fae! If we each summon the powers
of these creatures, we'll become some of the strongest sorcerers to
exist! And we don't have to worry about being changed since..."
"Since they're already human," I completed. Macy looked insane, but her
theory made sense. But, it was a theory. At least that's how I was
taking it. I was about to go back to bed when Marcus asked, "Do you
think this is safe?" I looked at him shocked. He scratched his scruffy
beard and said, "Look, if we can get more magic, we can do more. I'm in
if it's safe." Macy said, "Yes, yes, yes! It's very safe, 100%
foolproof."
I said, "Guys, I don't know..."
Macy looked at me, and said, "You made us do this! You pushed us into
this world and now we have a chance to do better and you want to bail?!
Come on!"
I put my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. What do we need to do?"
An hour later, we had everything laid out. We created a protection
circle to keep magic from getting loose and followed every safety
protocol we could. We all sat down in the circle and began to chant
together, doing the proper hand movements as we chanted. As we chanted,
a strong gust of wind blew up through the floor. Thunder rolled and
lightning flashed. It was like we were in a hurricane. We continued to
chant as all of a sudden, three bolts of lightning shot from the sky
and struck each of us, blasting us out of the circle. My head hit the
wall with a solid "thunk" and everything went black.
When I came to. Everything was fuzzy and I smelled something burning.
Looking down, I recognized the arm hair on my right side was completely
signed off! Slowly getting up, I went over and tried to wake up Marcus
and Macy. Both of them got up as well, groaning. Marcus asked, "What
the fuck happened?"
Macy looked at her hands and concentrated. Lightning arched from her
left hand to her right. Smiling she said, "It worked."
We all agreed not to say anything to Alexandra or Nicholas about what
happened. We got cleaned up the mess in our house and made it to the
library right on time. As we sat down for class, Alexandra looked at
me. It felt as though her eyes were piercing my body. She said,
"Something is different about you Andrew, but it escapes me." I caught
my breath, hoping she couldn't tell, but she moved on into class. That
afternoon, we were practicing moving objects with our minds. Macy was
supposed to lift a statue in front of us, something she had not been
able to do without a struggle. As she closed her eyes to concentrate,
the statue easily lifted off the ground, but so did me, Marcus, and
Nicholas. He exclaimed at few curses under his breath and called out,
"Macy, pay attention!" She opened her eyes and set us all down,
apologizing profusely. Nicholas straightened his jacket and said, "It
seems your extra studying has been paying off!" She giggled, sharing a
glance with us. It seems like summoning had its benefits.
It was amazing! In in the first day of having these new powers, I felt
lighter and faster than ever before. It felt like I would never run out
of energy as I continued to practice. Nicholas seemed pleasantly
surprised at our change in skill saying, "My, you might make good
librarians yet! We can start to have some fun! Onward!" Before this
summoning, I would have been so scared for Nicholas to want to push us
harder, but now I wanted to see just how well we could keep up.
In the next coming weeks, we did more than keep up with Nicholas' and
Alexandra's class work; we excelled at it. We were given permission
throught the day to begin studying disciplines and learning more about
the library itself. Instead of working everyday until 7 at night, we
ended the day at 5. It felt nice to be rewarded for all of our hard
work.
Since we could now teach ourselves some magic, Alexandra taught us more
about the Library, and our tasks in caring for it. We learned it's
history, how to catalogue books, and where out books come from. Turns
out, the Library is always expanding. New manuscripts, books, plays,
and journals were added each and every day. It became out job to
catalogue each book that came through, alerting Nicholas and Alexandra
to all books that mentioned magic or its practices. Surprisingly, there
were quite a lot. I couldn't believe this was my life now. It was
perfect.
Well, almost.
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