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Many Years Ago.
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Shelves full of books in a spacious library , stood tall in rows as the light from the lamps gave brightness to the room. Quiet, not a person, not a noise. Almost like it was a sacred place not just anyone was meant to enter and then like the whispers of the wind, a presence is felt in the room.
A man , dressed in a black cloak. Head without hair and a scarred face, Confidently walked towards a certain shelf searching through for something obviously .
His countenance changed to a disturbed one and it was obvious in his face.
"Where is it? "
He muttered as he continued to search through at a faster pace.
…"where is it!"
He yelled in frustration.
"Olympus.."
A voice echoed throughout the library. It caused him to pause. Seemed he recognized the voice.