The gold lettering and dark leather spines of the books seemed to pull me in. Books, to me, were the world, even though according to my mother and older sister I should have my mind set on other things--like finding a wife to share my unfortunately wealthy inheritance of an entire castle with. Really, who needs an entire castle when you could simply inherit the books? Books are the true treasure of the place.
Books have always fascinated me--in fact, writing in general has. It’s so weird to read about different characters and then try to figure out how they were created from one person’s mind. I’m pretty sure I’m the only lord in Noceur to ever have an obsession with books, but I can’t help it.
I understand that in Noceur, where the time pulsers have gathered, time travel is possible and very real to people who have a high enough skill and authority--obviously not me since I spend all my time reading and not improving on my pulsing abilities. Reading has always held a higher priority to me. It’s like time travel without the actual travelling part. And no one in Noceur could travel to these amazing fictional worlds that I can travel to.
Okay, I admit, maybe dating should hold a higher priority. I am, after all, Landon Timothy Chrells, “heir to Chrells Castle and the title my poor dead father carried to his grave”. At least, that’s how my mother puts it.
On this particular gray, stormy day (such weather I’ve found comfort in), a book which I clearly remember putting in its correct abode seems to have disappeared.
I rushed through the library, my head tilted to an angle parallel to the shelves. “Where is it?” I mumbled to myself, dashing to the next row.
“Good morning, Master Chrells,” a cheery voice called.
I snapped upright, spinning around. “Joselyn!” I gasped, greeting the servant with an enthusiastic embrace. Joselyn was only 19, the youngest servant employed at Chrells Castle. She was bright, smart, and my best friend. She had my same taste in books, therefore we were instant companions, despite the difference in our castes and responsibilities.
“Are you looking for something?” She asked, her cheerful smile lighting up my mood.
“I am, actually,” I grinned. “Do you have any idea where I put The Hybrid?”
She bit her lip. “Have you checked the assigned place?”
“Of course I have! It’s not there!”
“What about the table where you usually sit?”
A grin shocked across my face. “Of course!” I grabbed her shoulders and brushed my lips across her cheek. “You’re a genius, Jess!”
“That is what I’m here for,” she smiled, a faint rose colored blush rising in her cheeks. “Now go,” she commanded, smacking my arm with her feather duster, “find your book and read to your heart’s content--I have a library to clean.”
I smirked and darted to the table, finding the old worn out leather bound book laying open, its pages vulnerable to the harsh light bathing the room. I quickly shut it and held it to my chest. This had been my father’s favorite book--the book he raised me on.
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