The Crownless Lords
By Wolfic
It was night and not a sound was to be heard. The sky were covered in darkness and many people have already gone to bed, dreaming their wishes, or cringing against their fears. This may prove true for most people, except for a certain house. In this house, there is a family of four. A father, mother, a little girl, and a black cat. All had gone off to bed; even the cat had laid on the floor in peaceful slumber.
But despite its restful residents, there was still a sound resonating throughout the house. Not a loud dreadful noise, no. But rather, a soft gentle sound. A sound so quiet, that one would have to concentrate, to hear it. The origin of the sound originated from the attic. Now this is where one would begin to wonder. If every living being, including the cat, were all peacefully dreaming in their beds, then who may be causing that peculiar noise?
Keeping in the mind the location was an attic, the obvious answer may be mice, or insects. But that would be ruled out, considering the cleanliness of the attic and house. But then again, most mysteries and supernatural occurrences were often solved by simply viewing them with the naked eye.
So if any of the house's residents were to peek into the attic, the sight they would be granted with, would be that of fantasy. The attic was quite small, filled with various objects. The floor was occupied with various colorful books. And as for the cause of the noise, it was positioned near the red armchair.
Indeed the cause was not a human or animal of any sort. Rather, it wasn't even alive. It was simply, a book. That's right, a book. As if controlled by some unseen source the book was in a slanted position. Its dark indigo cover displayed no words, save three. The Crownless Lords, was all it read.
Its pages were opened and slowly being turned. Indeed, this book seemed to have possessed a soul of its own, and was adamant on letting its story be told. It did not seem to mind who its audience was, just so long it was read. And so it began its performance, allowing who ever was near, be it animal, human, or spirit, to read its pages.