The Autobiography of Jeremaeus

Chapter 1

In the halls of the ancient Great Magibrary, a young student went among the many thousands of books in the location. There was no telling if he would find what he was looking for, but it was worth a shot. He needed to complete this project given to him by his Shaman; he did not intend to fail another assignment.

Inside the other areas of the Magibrary, many people sat in chairs pulled up to the hem of the desks, poring over the books like one would stare at a monument that mysteriously appeared. But they were hardly as young as the student that was searching for his book. Most of them were elderly scholars that knew a great many things of their beloved world. But there was one single book that none of them ever knew about.

The student glanced across each and every spine of a book he encountered; still hoping he could find the one thing he needed to accomplish his task. But, as he had searched continually many days before, he still had no such luck. He sighed with discontent, and strode off to the main hall and sat in the nearest chair, which had a distinct squeak to whoever sat on top of it.

This student was just about as ordinary as any other one of his classmates. He wore the customary long, shin-length robes of the Magikan nations. They were the color of cyan, with grey outlines, signifying that he was of the powerful Tiem Magicians. Despite this, he was rather gangly in structure, and didn't appear to be physically strong. His face looked rather pointed, his hair messy yet somehow a nice immaculate brown. With his slightly freckled face and light blue eyes, he was the classic Tiem Magician.

The student stared at the top of the roof, several stories up. The many enchantments this library had on it kept the stone from being eroded by the weather that most other constructs suffered, combined with the magic that preserved each of these books, it was a priceless treasure store. Of course, thieves were locked out by a special enchantment that was set in the only door to the outside: No books inside can be taken outside. Others can bring their own books, and donate them to the library. But once they are donated, they can never exit the halls of the Magibrary.

Despite this nice tidbit of history, the student felt crestfallen not just with his lack of success, he had not liked his life in general since his father had become High Regent of Magika, and his family had fallen apart. Despite the increase in income, his mother needed to keep his other four siblings in school, himself being the oldest and being the most responsible. So he was left on his own most of the time, either to complete assignments, or to babysit his brothers and sisters. And lately he had excelled at magical knowledge and practice, but his history was lacking. His Shaman, a teacher of a particular craft, threatened to force him to redo the course if he cannot accomplish this project. And so here he is now.

He selected his person of interest and delved right into his local library for any information on his person. He found many things of other famous and equally infamous people, such as the hated Lord Darcius of the Resistance era, or the famous Xhoen that protected Kaeomaeus. But not for the one person who was older than most of these mighty heroes and villains.

Eventually he gave up on the prospect of finding anything on his selected person and went to higher and higher ranking libraries around the Magilands, the central continent of Magika. It came up to his final hope of finding just one book in the Magibrary, the holy grail of knowledge, where even the most knowledge-hungry politician would soon be drooling at the mouth if he spent more than a day inside.

When he had first entered, many of the scholarly snobs that were considered the librarians (which in reality they were unnecessary, the library itself did all the sorting and cleaning) made remarks that would sting even the strongest hide of a Frongwing. But they let him in anyways, having no fear of him stealing any book, even the smallest pamphlet. No one has ever broken through the terrifically strong enchantments that protect the knowledge of the Magibrary.