Ahren Calix Roswell was trying to cool down his thoughts in the library. The eerie silence of the room cleared his mind of the endless thoughts about his friend and family. His days were a bit like hell. This school year was starting to make him feel like he's in a solitary confinement. At least now, the presence of books made him feel light.
He wasn't there for homework or for a project. He just wanted to cool down. He walked around the room, across aisles and going section to section. The librarian didn't mind him walking around -- she barely noticed he was there. In one section of the library, an invisible force started to pull him. He couldn't stop walking. The said force pulled him in front of a somehow very old book case. The books were starting to fade by their spines. There was nothing really special about anything in that particular part of the room, but one book caught his attention. The spine was faded. Its cover was dusty and it smelled like any other book, just a bit older. What made his curiosity rise was the text written on the cover, "Angelus Mortis". Latin, maybe. He wasn't sure. His phone suddenly rang so he immediately ran outside, putting the book in his bag as he did it.
As he was rummaging his bag for homework, Ahren instead found the book. He Googled the title, and the web said it meant "The Angel of Death". With curiosity, he opened the book.
A blinding light came from the pages. The light started to swallow him. His body was being pulled into the pages. He couldn't feel nor see anything. The light was too bright.
To be continued...