The room was dark and cold and empty. The chair was hard and uncomfortable and the rope left burns on his wrists and ankles. But he could only smile. They were getting desperate for information. Everything was turning out just as it was supposed to.
"I'm going to ask one last time. Where are the books?" Came a familiar, evil voice out of the darkness.
He could only laugh at the question.
"I will die and never tell you."
"And how would you know?"
"Because I read my book and my story is coming to an end! And they are about to find you. Don't you wish you had your book? Don't you wish you could see your ending?"
There came a sneer out of the darkness. And there came a click of a safety being turned off.
"You are right about one thing. Your story is coming to an end."
*****
"My end has come. I do not know if you have started to read your book yet. I do not know if you care to read your book. Just remember it is your decision and yours alone. I made my choice. I do not regret it. Now you must make yours. This letter serves as a warning for you. The thieves have come. And they have become desperate. It is up to you to stop them now. They are slowly finding each of the Legacy and they have found me. I know. I read my story and history is repeating himself."
The professor stared at the letter. The weight of the world now rested on his shoulders. with his mentor gone, it was now his turn to pick a student. To choose someone who would be able to carry on the Legacy. They would have to be courageous. They would have to be strong. They would have to resist the temptation. His mind drifted to his book in his satchel.
It was like a drug. He had begun to read it, had stopped, had started again a few days later. But now it rested in his satchel closed. He could hear it calling to him, begging him to read just one more page. He couldn't resist. He pulled the book out and stared at it. His mentors words rang in his ears. "I made my choice. I do not regret it."
Carefully, he opened it and began to read.
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