A sudden screech of a car was heard near a run down library. The white walls and pillars were decorated with dull gold, yet it stood strong and intact, mysterious and hidden from outsiders.
There came a 5'5 ft male who exited the blue truck, its paint almost wearing off. The lone driver bore a pale yellow-brown complexion and blue eyes. His soaked hair was snow white to electric blue from root to his end, reaching the top of his nape
Rain dripped all over his rainproof hoodie and shin-length boots, light blue jeans dampened. The young man hurriedly closed the car door and locked it with the keys in hand as he dashed for the ebony doors.
Even when he came by almost every weekend the sight inside the structure never cease to amuse him. He couldn't help taking in the scenery every time. Every corner were filled with books. Ginormous shelves stood tall and proud making it almost seem like a maze despite the easy path to the other side. To anyone, it definitely looked bigger on the outside.
He went to the same table that stood at the opposite wall. Books were scattered across yet only one of them were opened. After placing the bag on the table, he took out a pen and a thick notebook. It was just another average Sunday for the curious man.
On the first page of the thick notebook wrote, "My name is Karsøn. Short, an ass and definitely confused as shit. This journal will include all I've learned from this secret library. My purpose here is to research and figure out about the past of a legend which may help me figure out mine as well."
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Efkairia-Book 1: Truth Behind Demise
AdventureEfkairia, the mysterious realm that seems to be fake. But no one can deny the amount of historical evidences about it and the inhabitants, especially the portal that seemed to have stopped working ages ago. Efkairian residences are known for inhabit...
