For interest thread go here: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276948.0<br/><br/><br/>At the edge of a dark and enchanted forest.....<br/><br/>(http://www.dream-lounge.com/EF_Lights_Night2_Large.jpg)<br/><br/>There was an old mansion<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/57/23/b7/5723b7cfd56b15a943439370ab1f57c9--istanbul-turkey-abandoned-mansions.jpg) handed down through the generations the building had clearly seen better days. However any money that the current owner possessed went on keeping the interior intact and purchasing goods from other countries. The current owner of the mansion a Proffessor Lucian Blake. He had been handed down not only the mansion, but a book of immense importance. A book that kept locked within it's pages the characters and stories of the oldest and darkest fairy tails.<br/><br/>Every night it was up to the proffessor who over the years had become a an expert on old books and English language to read a page of the book, to make sure the characters were all behaving themselves. One fateful night however something happened. The night was pitch black, the day had been forbidding an over cast the sun unable to penetrate the thick layers of cloud that filled the sky. As night arrived the moon and stars were hidden for view. Proffessor Blake pottered arround his home, putting away his books. His electricity had stopped working so he was working by the light of a solitary candle....in the background a hissing noise could be heard. The ticking grandfather clock announced that it was about 11:55pm.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/05/70/e5/0570e54cc7cc08e575a23793bdd27100--james-bond-james-darcy.jpg)</div><br/>A loud whistle pierced the silence of the proffessor libary, placing the final book on the shelf he dashed to the kitchen and took from a gas hob a rather old, yet handy tea kettle. Poring the hot water into a mug he had prepared earlier Proffessor Blake turned the hob off and picking up the steaming mug and the candle he made his way through the silent house to the living room. This room was much brighter, candles lined every nook and a roaring fire helped push back the shadows. In front of the fire was an large comfortable arm chair, a safe distance from the chair stood the pulpit with the bound book of fairy tails.<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bf/2e/d8bf2ead2a5fa52a0963ddb7d4eaa7d9--terry-pratchett-discworld-the-librarians.jpg)<br/><br/>As the proffessor approached the chair he noticed something very odd indeed. The book appeared to be rattling! His mug slipped from his grasp and fell unchecked to the floor spilling tea into the carpet. Lucian ate up the distance between him and the stand and as he reached out to touch the book, the clock in the library struck midnight. Bong.Bong.Bong. went the clock and all of a sudden a purple glow began to emanate from the book, and a voice that to the rest of the world was unheard spoke to the keeper of the book. What was said remains a mystery, but as the final chime of the clock ended Lucian headed across to his writing table and began penning a detailed letter to a friend at the local university.<br/>