His hands trembled and sweat beaded down his cheeks. Or maybe they were tears. The soft, leather bound book had been gently oiled, and wrapped in silk paper inscribed with heavenly words of goodness and holiness. They had locked the tome away in an enchanted box, made of copper and the finest dark oak wood. More silk wrapped around the box, with more inscriptions, but these one were darker, warnings and containments. He himself had lovingly placed his creation the in dark cave, and sealed the box. He shivered. Not from cold, but from guilt. So much guilt. He would always regret abandoning his tome, this book that he poured his heart and soul and blood into.
This book that they had made to save the world. The book did nothing wrong. It was the people. The cruel, vile creatures. He though he had felt guilt for erasing his brothers and sisters minds, but leaving his own memories of the book intact, but that guilt was slowly dissipating. Why were they locking Book away? It had done nothing wrong. It was the people. The wielders. It was those greedy monsters! Why? WHY! Why should you be locked away for their wrong doings? You are not the monster.
People are. They are. Not you. You just tried to help. Help Are you calling me?! Book? It is not your fault! But ours! I will free you. I tore him from the ground. Ripped away those holy words. You are free I say as I cradle Bokk in my arms. He is trembling. Or perhaps it is me. Me Yes me. I will protect Bokk from those monsters. It was not your fault. It was not your It was Not My Fault.
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Little thing about the past, but I really wanted to write it
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