As Fall stood at one of the desks, filling out a sheet of paper, she listened to the other people in the line. The line was longer than she had expected, yet it did not surprise her. The economy of late, was falling rapidly, due to the kings death. His son was dumb as a chicken, as many people would say. After she was done with the paper, a man at the desk told her to stay in the library until the papers were fully veiwed. Fall picked up her pack and started walking through the rows and rows of books. Many were hard covered, but the farther back she went the older the writings got. Soon they turned into scrolls. She delicatly scanned her hands over the wooden rollers as she walked by. What she was looking for was unlikly that they had it. She wanted to find the oldest book. The book of creation. There were few coppies in existence, and this library was said to have one of them. But Fall had been in so many libraries that clamied to have it, and didn't. Her gaze lowered to the bottom shelf as she continued walking. A blood red book raced past her vision. She stopped and turned around. It was the last book in the row and it was larger that any book she had seen. It was old, and the only book in with the scrolls. She bent down and picked up the book. She delicatly brushed the dust away to reveil a title that was ingraved into the wood. It read:<span style="font-style: italic">The Book of Creation. Read if you dare</span>Fall opened the cover and saw yellowed pages and fading ink. It told of the creation of every speicies and every rock. It spoke of magic and beings that no one had ever heard of.  But what really caught her attention was the witch craft. It was considered taboo, but it had the power to find people, read the future, bring the dead to life. She read this section very carfully.